Mountain Billionaire

by Eva Luxe

  “Besides, Kina and I are both PR managers,” Lacey continued. “And our job is to present to the public the side they want to see. I believe that when an athlete or other notorious ‘bad boy,’ or really any man at all, falls in love, our jobs are made much easier. Because the woman— or, being in love with her— usually naturally brings out the guy’s good side. In this situation, it is doing the opposite, though.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  Lacey cleared her throat, as if she was unsure how to continue.

  “She means that you are really doing a number with Brian’s head,” her friend Kina piped up.

  Everyone laughed, and I couldn’t help but join in.

  “Hey!” Lacey interrupted. “Thanks for making me sound bad, Kina. I certainly wouldn’t put it that way.”

  “I know, because you’re too nice,” Kina said. “But, to be blunt, Brian was always one of those alpha males who is definitely a bad boy— rough around the edges, drinks some and swears more, etc., but he is more quiet and reserved about it.”

  “That’s true,” Lacey said. “I know Brian pretty well due to the fact that I happen to be married to his best friend, and he has always had this confident, yet stand offish and kind of grim personality. Almost as if he’s haunted. So, when you came back into the picture, all of us had hope. He seemed to have hope. But now he’s spiraling out of control because he doesn’t know where he stands.”

  I sighed. That was sad. And I hadn’t meant for things to turn out that way. Life had a way of surprising me, all the time.

  “Well, thanks everyone, for your insight,” I said.

  “Aren’t you glad we could dissect your love life and give you our armchair advice?” Lacey asked.

  Everyone laughed, the game started, and I pretended to watch intently. I didn’t know what to say to Lorraine. I used the game as a reason not to speak. Because she was right, and I didn’t want to admit to it. She read the articles, too, and she knew the inside story because of what I told her. She saw both sides of the coin. If there was anyone that could be objective, it was Lorraine.

  Plus, now we had two strangers— Lacey and Kina— saying pretty much exactly the same thing. As well as pointing out that I had broken Brian’s heart once, without meaning to, and now I was doing it again. I felt a responsibility to make up my mind, once and for all.

  The game was good. The Sharks won. I expected they would. The screens in front of us replayed the highlights whenever they had a timeout. It was the best football experience I’d ever had.

  But the whole game had been overshadowed by what Lorraine had said to me. Her words bounced around in my mind, and I went over them again and again, as well as the words from Lacey and Kina.

  They were right. I knew they were. And that meant that I’d been playing Brian, even though I hadn’t wanted to. I pushed him away when I didn’t want him, and I expected him to come when I called. What did that say about me? What did that mean?

  I knew how I felt about him. I knew how terrified I was, too. I never had any intention of messing with him this way. But in the process of trying to figure out what I wanted, I was pushing him around so much, and he was just patiently waiting for the person I used to be to come back.

  That was my problem, though. I wasn’t sure that person would ever come back. And if she didn’t? Brian would have waited his whole life for nothing when he could have been happy with someone else.

  I would never be the woman he expected.

  Since the game was over, we said goodbye to Lacey and Kina.

  “And bye, little Liam,” I said to the baby, tickling his cute chubby cheeks.

  “Hope to see you around again soon,” Lacey said, as she left.

  I said, “Likewise,” but my stomach was in knots.

  “Where did he say he wanted to meet you?” Lorraine asked when everyone started to file out to the exits.

  I shook my head. “I don’t think I’m going to meet him.”

  Lorraine frowned. “Isn’t that what we came for?”

  “It is,” I said, nodding. “But I can’t do this. I think it’s better if we just leave.”

  I knew what she was thinking. I was doing it again, the thing that she pointed out before the game. But I had a lot to think about, thanks to her, and I needed to figure out what I wanted. I knew I was being a bitch all over again, but I needed some time to think.

  “It’s your choice, Sades,” Lorraine said.

  I nodded. It was my choice. Life would have been so much easier if someone else could make our choices for us, but the only way I was going to be happy was if I chose something and stuck to it.

  I had to start doing that, or I was just going to end up hurting everyone involved. I had been able to hide behind the accident for so long, it had become a habit. That had to change. I had to start facing the facts and taking responsibility for my actions. And if it didn’t work out and it turned out I’d made the wrong choice? Well, I guess I had to live with that, too.

  Sometimes, all it took was a friend to point out the obvious when it had been staring me in the face for so long.

  We left the stadium and made our way home.

  Chapter 28 – Brian

  The stadium was almost empty by the time I’d showered and changed after the game. It had been a good game. I’d made some great plays, if I do say so myself, and so had Hanson and some other teammates.

  A win always left everyone in high spirits, and I felt ready for the season. My fitness was on point, and coach was happy.

  But my mind hadn’t been on football for most of the day. Sure, I’d given it my all in the game because my team deserved that from me, but a part of me had kept going to the seats on the thirty-five-yard line, wondering if Sadie was there, watching me.

  I would know in a couple of minutes if she had come. I hoped sincerely that she would, and I had a feeling that she would be at the program booth where I’d asked her to meet me. It was the easiest thing for her to find.

  When I reached the program booth, she wasn’t there. I had told her to go to the one at the northeast gate. To be sure she hadn’t gotten the wrong booth, I went to all four of them.

  She wasn’t waiting for me at any one of them. There was no way that she could be late. She would have been waiting since the game ended. She hadn’t come.

  Disappointment tugged at me. I’d really believed that she would come. I had wanted her to come. I needed to talk to her about everything. I wanted to make it all right again.

  I fished my phone out of her bag and called her.

  “Where are you?” I asked. A part of me hoped that she would tell me she was somewhere in the stadium and she didn’t know how to get to me. I looked out over the green field.

  “I’m at home,” she said, and my heart sank to my shoes.

  “Oh,” I said.

  “I’m sorry.”

  I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me.

  “I know that the articles might be right,” she said.

  I frowned. She had my attention.

  “What do you mean?”

  She sighed. “I mean, I’m starting to realize that maybe they pretty much say what’s been going on. I’ve been so angry, but I didn’t look at it and think that this is really what it looks like. That I’m doing all this to you.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t do this,” I said. “I don’t even read them anymore because they come up with ridiculous stories.”

  “Not this time,” she said. “I’m sorry. I came to the game to see you. But I realized what was happening, what I was doing, and I can’t keep going like this.”

  What the hell was happening?

  “So, at first you reject me because of what I’m doing to you, and now you’re rejecting me because of what you’re doing to me?”

  “It sounds terrible when you lay it out like that. At least I realized what was going on.”

  “That’s all fine,” I said. I was getting angry. “You’re having a little tri
p of realization, and I’m grateful for that. But no matter what you decide the reason is, you’re still pushing me away. I’m still the one that’s being rejected. Your revelation still leaves me without you.”

  She was quiet. I didn’t know where that had come from, but it was the truth. It was how I felt. Did I care about the why? Did it matter to me why she kept pushing me away? It probably should have, but it didn’t. I just wanted to be with her.

  “Brian,” she said, and she sounded tired.

  “Look, meet me at High Rock. You know where that is, right?”

  “The place where I had my accident,” she said.

  “Right. They won’t get photos of us there. Will you meet me?”

  I waited for her to turn me down again, but to my surprise, she agreed.

  “Okay,” she said tentatively.

  Yes.

  Now just to make sure we could meet there soon, so she couldn’t go changing her mind on me, yet again.

  “One hour,” I said and hung up.

  ***

  I wasn’t at High Rock for very long before Sadie arrived. I had entertained the idea for a moment that she would stand me up, but then the cab arrived, and she got out. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a light jacket with her jeans. I was still in my post-game tracksuit.

  “Come with me,” I said. I held out my hand, and we walked across the rocks, jumping from one to the next, until we reached the large, flat rock where everything changed.

  “Do you remember this place?” I asked.

  She walked onto the flat rock and out toward the place where she’d lost her balance and fell. She looked down, and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. I hoped to God something would come back. I willed her to remember something, anything.

  When she turned around, she looked apologetic.

  “I know this is where the accident happened, but I don’t remember more than that.”

  I sighed. I was going to have to let go of the past completely, wasn’t I? Her memories probably weren’t going to come back. I needed to get over that and move on.

  I walked to her and pulled her against me. She looked surprised, but she let me hold her.

  “Will you give me one more chance?” I asked. “I can’t promise that you won’t end up in the paper, and I can’t forget everything like it never happened. It was too special to me. But I want to try again. I’m not asking for anything more than a chance. If it doesn’t work, well, we tried.”

  I was nervous of what she would say. Her gray eyes looked stormy against the blue skies behind us, and the wind whipped her hair around her face. She looked older and younger, all at the same time.

  “Okay,” she said.

  “Okay?” I’d half expected her to say no.

  “Yeah,” she said. “I’ll try.”

  I was wary. What if she pulled away from me again? What if she decided she didn’t want to do this after all? But I was relieved and excited that she’d agreed.

  “Come home with me,” I said. “Let’s just hang out.”

  She nodded and smiled at me, and this time, I think she meant it.

  Chapter 29 – Sadie

  We went back to Brian’s house, and whatever it was between us now, it was good. We sat together on the couch, the same one we’d had sex on, and we had drinks together. He’d given me wine, and he sipped a beer. The sun was starting to set, and the light that fell in through the window touched everything with a golden glow.

  Brian was a good guy. He was there all the time, no matter how up and down I was, and he deserved for me to be better. I wanted to give him more. I didn’t know if I could do that in a relationship, but I wanted to do that with friendship, at least. I wanted him to start being a part of my life, the way I’d apparently been a part of his life for so long.

  I sat back against the couch and sipped the wine, looking around the living room. On the bookshelf in the corner, a silver frame contained a photo that looked familiar. I got up and walked across the room.

  The photo was of a bunch of kids wearing football and cheerleading uniforms. The uniforms were so familiar, and I realized they belonged to the school I’d attended.

  “What is it?” Brian asked from the couch.

  I stared at the photo, at the strangers’ faces, and suddenly, they weren’t strangers anymore.

  I could tell who they were. Adrian and Derek and Rob the idiot. Jason, Brian’s best friend back in school, and Oliver who was better at being benched. The cheerleaders had been my friends. Dana and Olivia and Sarah and Jane. And Anna, who no one understood, but she could do a backflip or drop into splits on demand, so we kept her on the team because we wanted to win.

  My heart hammered in my chest. When I looked up at Brian, I saw the kid he used to be, scrawnier than he was now, less defined, but the same hope and kindness in his eyes. I remembered the banged-up car he used to pick me up in, the corny love letters he wrote, and he always wrote ‘sole mate’ instead of ‘soul mate’. Our first kiss. Prom. Sex for the first time on High Rock.

  I burst out crying. It was so much, I couldn’t hold it back. The memories hit me one by one like physical punches, and I mourned their loss and rejoiced in their return in a roller coaster of emotions that made me cry harder and harder.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” Brian asked, concerned. He got up and walked toward me.

  I turned to him, clinging to him and sobbed into his chest. He stroked my back and let me cry.

  When I finally caught my breath again, I looked up at him. He looked worried.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked again.

  “I remember,” I whispered.

  “What?”

  “Everything.”

  He blinked at me. “Everything?” He looked unsure, like it would be too good to be true. In a way, it was.

  “What do you remember?” he asked again, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right, as if he wasn’t sure I understood the question.

  “That I love you,” I said.

  He paled a little, his mouth dropping. When I nodded, smiling through my tears, he reached up and tentatively touched my face. I leaned my face into his palm the way I used to and closed my eyes, feeling his warmth. God, I missed this. I’d missed him, even though I hadn’t remembered a thing.

  “You really do remember,” he said when he traced my bottom lip with his thumb, the gesture that always followed my cheek against his palm.

  I nodded. Brian’s face was a mixture of awe and confusion, as if he was shocked and disbelieving all that the same time. He took that small step toward me that closed the distance between us and dipped his head. His lips brushed against mine. I leaned into him, my head tipped back, hands on his pectorals, and kissed him back

  “You’re back,” he said against my lips when I did it, and I felt the smile curl over his lips.

  When we broke the kiss, he led me back to the couch, and we sat down together. My head swam with all the memories. They gushed into my mind like water that had been held back, and it was all there. My relationship with him, school, my dreams.

  “You were my everything,” I said to Brian. “And you stuck with me through everything, even though I changed so much.”

  “I love you,” Brian said, shrugging. “I don’t know what else I would have done. You’ve always been the one for me.”

  I smiled. I wanted to cry again.

  “This is so overwhelming,” I said.

  Brian nodded. “I can imagine. It’s a lot of memories to deal with.”

  I nodded. There were so many. But the ones that stood out the most were of Brian, of what we used to be.

  “I know this is a little late,” I said, looking up at him. “But I love you.”

  Brian smiled and took my hand. He pressed my knuckles against his lips, and I knew he’d done it a thousand times. God, how could I have forgotten a man like him and a love like his?

  “I love you, too, Sadie,” he said. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.”

 
; I smiled and nodded. “I know.”

  He kissed me again, and this time it wasn’t the oh-my-God kind of kiss I’d gotten before. He took my face between his hands and kissed me gently, sensually, like I was a rare treasure. I kissed him back, and this time, it wasn’t like kissing a stranger that I had an inexplicable attraction to. I was kissing the man I loved.

  Brian took me by the hand and led me through the house to the bedroom. When we were in the room, he pulled me against him and kissed me again. He explored my mouth with his tongue and slid his hands down my neck. His hand rested on my breast, and heat washed over me and pooled between my legs.

  I sighed into his mouth. I could feel his erection in his pants, his need, and I felt the same. I wanted him.

  “Make love to me, Brian,” I whispered.

  I didn’t have to ask twice. He pulled me against him again, his hands running over my body, feeling me, caressing me. He pulled off my top and then my bra without ceremony. When I stood topless in front of him, he looked at me like he hadn’t seen me in five years. He planted a kiss on my lips before he dipped his head and paid attention to my breasts, one at a time. He squeezed my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple until it was tight and erect before he took the nipple into his mouth.

  His tongue drew little circles around the nipple, and I gasped, my head tipped back, eyes closed. I had my hands in his hair, feeling his head move as he worshipped my breast.

  He took the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, and it was like a direct line to my core, tugging at me, making me wetter.

  When he was done with one breast, he moved to the other and repeated the process, starting slow and picking up the pace again.

  By the time he was done, I was out of breath and aching for more.

  He smiled at me. I reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. I didn’t want to be the only one without clothes, and I wanted to feel his skin beneath my fingertips. His skin was hot when I touched him. I kissed his chest, planting kisses all over his pectorals and down his abs, tracing the individual muscles with my lips. I circled his navel with my tongue before moving lower.