There is no way he is going to take well to me waiting until now to tell him about Eric.
“I am just a little worried about Lizzy. I haven’t heard from her since last night.”
“Well it’s Lizzy, you know she’s a little crazy. Did something happen?”
I pause.
“Shy, what’s going on?”
“Okay, but you can’t be mad when I tell you. I was going to tell you last night once we got home, but then we started making out in the back of the car, and then the darkroom...”
“What happened.” It is a command, not a question.
“Eric showed up at the karaoke bar last night.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“It was right after I got off of the phone with you. I walked back in and he was dancing with Lizzy.”
“He is out of his fucking mind. Now I know he is following you.”
“He saw me and acted like nothing was wrong. I told them I was going to leave. I was going to find a way to tell Lizzy to stay away from him without telling her about your relation, but I didn’t have time.”
“I am so fucking livid right now.”
“What else could I have done?”
“Well, you weren’t supposed to be there in the first place. Do you think this is a joke?”
“No!”
“Listen, I am pissed at him. He wants to play games and he has no idea who he is fucking with. What did he say to you?”
“Not much. He apologized and I told him to just leave me alone. He tried to start a conversation, he didn’t deny following me, but he implied it was for a reason. There was no way I would find out without engaging him further but, I knew you were coming and I didn’t want to risk another confrontation.”
“Why didn’t you tell me right away?”
“Taylor, my boss and one of your employees was there. I didn’t know what you would do! I was scared around him for the first time and I just wanted to leave”
“So you never got a hold of Lizzy?”
“I texted her.”
“You didn’t - ”
“No, I didn’t tell her who he was. I only said to keep away from him. I assumed she had gotten it and then I got distracted.”
“I’ll call her and if she doesn’t respond, I’ll go to her place.”
“I tried calling her and texting her an hour ago and there was no response.”
“Fuck.”
This was the wrong time to start a new job. Each day there seems to be a new distraction that completely dominates my thoughts. I sit at my desk, exasperated. What kind of shitty friend am I? I left Lizzy with an attempted murderer.
My phone buzzes.
Mr. Sexypants:
No answer. I’m going to her place.
Shyla:
I want to come with you.
Mr. Sexypants:
On my way to your office
I stop into the office to tell Chad it’s worse than I thought. I promise him I will take work from home tonight if I am gone too long.
Taylor sends me a message when he is almost there and I hurry to meet him.
He pulls up in a dark blue Mercedes that I have never seen before. The passenger side door opens up instead of out. Taylor hops out to help me with the door.
“What’s this, a spaceship?” I ask, marveling at the rich interior.
“It’s an SLS.”
“Looks fancy.”
“It is.”
He peels away in an instant.
“What about Harrison?”
“He’s behind us. I want to handle this myself, but just in case things get out of hand, he’ll be with us. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”
We hit the freeway. There is no traffic due to the time of day. He goes so fast I find myself clutching the seat.
My phone buzzes. It’s Lizzy.
“Lizzy!”
“Hey, what is going on? You and Taylor are freaking me out!”
“We tried getting a hold of you and you didn’t call back. We were worried since no one saw what happened to you last night.” I can feel the car slow down when Taylor realizes it’s Lizzy I am speaking with.
“I’m fine, I spent the night out with Eric and my phone died, but now I am really confused because I see this message that you think he’s a creep?”
“Lizzy, did you...?”
“No! We danced and played pool. It was a really good time. I kind of like him so I need to know what you mean.”
“We’ll talk later. He is kind of a womanizer and not to be trusted. I have to go though, I am glad you are okay. Are you still with him?”
“No, he came over to my house for some coffee, but he left just a minute ago.”
We are nearly at her house, but there is no point in visiting now. “Okay, she’s fine, they spent the entire night together and I think she likes him. Shit.”
“Did I hear you say he just left her house?”
“Yes.”
“That means he has got to be on this road going in the other direction.”
“Let’s just let it go.”
“No, I am not letting it go. This has gone on long enough. Don’t you see? He is trying to inject himself into my life.” Just as he says that, my eyes widen as I spot Eric driving in the other direction.
“Was that him?”
I nod.
Taylor makes a sweeping U-turn. Eric slyly merges in between two cars in the left lane. Taylor pulls up to the right of him and tries to get his attention.
“Taylor! Please don’t take your eyes off of the road. This is freaking me out.”
“Sorry,” he says as he falls back.
He follows Eric, who at first appears to be dodging him by weaving in and out of lanes. I take deep breaths, reminding myself that Taylor drives racecars for fun. Eric exits and we follow him. I look back to see if Harrison is still tailing us, but it looks like we may have lost him.
“I don’t see Harrison. Maybe we should just cut our loses.”
“Shyla, he’ll find us. Just stay in the car when I catch up with Eric.” We wind through various residential streets and then turn onto the main road that leads to Taylor’s house. I had gotten so turned around by the chase I did not realize that Eric might be leading us to Taylor’s home.
“That mother fucker.” The two lane road is isolated and very few cars pass through. The road dips up and down which makes it hard to view oncoming traffic in the opposite direction. Taylor tries to make a quick pass, but a car appears over the peak and he swerves back in. The other car lays into the horn. He tries again. Another car makes him swerve back in. Finally, there is a plateau, Taylor slams on the gas, easily passing Eric and turns to block the road. Eric stops. Taylor launches out of the car. “Stay here.”
I pant, completely out of breath, my anxiety at an all time high. I look down and see my hands trembling. Taylor's arms flail in the air, his voice is raised, but I can’t make out what he saying. Eric comes out of the car, shrugging his shoulders, his palms up and facing Taylor as if he has no idea what is going on. Taylor takes him by the collar and slams him onto the car with a loud thud.
I instinctually get out of the car and scream for Taylor to stop, but he is completely tuned out.
“What the fuck are you pulling? Following my girlfriend? Trying to hook up with my employees? Get out of my life!”
“So, I’m not allowed to make friends in this city?”
“No! Remember when you tried to have me killed? You piece of shit. You were supposed to get the fuck out and never come back.”
“I grew up here. I am not going to stay out of this city for the rest of my life.”
“Damned right you are. That was the deal. Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to, but stay away from my friends.”
“Why? Why do I have to do that?”
“You’re a loose cannon!”
“I’m a loose cannon?” Eric motions to his collar which is being gripped firmly by Taylor.
“I don’t know what you are capable of anymore. This is my life, these are my people. You have no part in it!”
“You think I’m going to hurt Shyla or Lizzy? Who is the one who has a history of violence against women?” Taylor drops his hands and takes a step back. He looks completely confounded. “Yeah, I know about your little fucked up fetishes. You and your fucking mommy issues.”
Taylor pauses, calmly takes a few steps away from Eric, then abruptly turns back and decks him right across the face. Eric falls over, gripping his jaw. His lip is cut open. He touches it and, shocked, examines the blood and then laughs mockingly. He looks up at me. “Shyla, do you see who he is?”
Taylor kicks Eric in the stomach. Eric clenches his gut and groans in agony. “Taylor!” I scream and try to run to him, but I feel someone hold me back. I didn’t even notice Harrison was here.
“Get the fuck out or I will make you,” Taylor points at Eric below as he says this.
He walks back to the car. His pressed shirt is now wrinkled and off center, his hair wild, nostrils flared, his eyes blue flames.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Harrison lets me go and I run into the car. Taylor is sitting inside, breathing heavily and staring into space. This is a side of him I have never seen before and it frightens me. This is pure rage. I gently inch my hand over to his shoulder the same way someone would try to approach a wild beast. I spot Eric’s white BMW leaving out of the corner of my eye. My hand reaches Taylor’s shoulder and I just lay it there. After a while, I can feel his breathing slow. I don’t know what to say to him so I just sit there in silence. Finally, he acknowledges me by looking over.
“I’ll make sure he is gone. Do you need to get back to work?”
“Taylor, what was that?”
“What do you mean?”
“I just...you...I’ve never seen you act like that before.”
“Shy, there are some people in life that know exactly how to push your buttons, they do it so well that they make you look like you’re the crazy one.”
“It just scared me.”
“I am doing this to protect us. If anything ever happened to you...”
“I have never dealt with anything like this before. What could he possibly want? He wanted the company, but that’s already yours. If he was trying to have you killed, don’t you think he would be much more discrete? What could he possibly want?”
“That’s what I am going to find out.”
“How?”
“From the one man who knows what he’s been up to all these years. Our father.”
“I need to get back to the office.”
“I just want you to come home.”
“Me too, but I don’t want to make up some ridiculous story, which is what I would have to do.”
Taylor insists on driving me back while Harrison tails us.
“I am going to go visit my father this evening. He lives three hours north, so I’ll be gone until tomorrow. I will have Harrison stay with you until I get back.”
“Please take care of yourself. Can’t someone go with you?”
“I’ll be fine. I don’t like bringing security staff to visit my father, it’s not necessary.”
“What if Eric is there?”
“Don’t worry Shy.”
Minutes later, he pulls up in front of Rubix.
“Please take care of yourself Taylor.”
He kisses me longingly, passionately.
“Don’t worry beautiful. By the way, I had a lot of fun last night.”
“Me too.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
***
It’s already 1:30 by the time I arrive upstairs. I rush to Chad’s desk and explain everything is fine. I am already ahead of schedule with the Bella’s project, but I promise him I will submit the first complete draft of the new website for her review by the end of day. I touch base with Tonya who was working on some of the design assets and head back to my desk to dig in. I plug in some headphones to drown out my flurry of thoughts. I see a new text light up my phone.
Mr. SexyPants:
I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I feel very protective towards you. I have no idea what he is up to, but I can only assume the worst until I find out.
Shyla:
I understand. In retrospect, it was kind of hot.
Mr. SexyPants:
Oh really? I hope I can come back in time for a lunch date tomorrow. Euphemism intended.
Shyla:
I’ll miss you tonight.
Mr. SexyPants:
Ditto.
Taylor seems to be in better spirits. I hope his father is able to provide some clues so that we know what it is we are dealing with. I pop my headphones back on and dig into my project for the next few hours. It’s around 5:00 when I pop my head up for some air and decide to see what Chad is up to. I stop over at his desk.
“Heading out soon?” His face erupts in the kind of smile you can’t hold back when you think of that special person. I know it all too well.
“Actually, I have dinner plans to meet Kristin after she closes up at the coffee shop.” Kristin has worked at the same coffee shop since she started law school.
“Yeah, Taylor is visiting his dad, so I am solo.” Oops! I just name dropped.
“Taylor is your boyfriend?”
“Yeah.”
“What does he do? If he’s into design or programming we are hiring.”
“Nope. He works in a bunch of stuff. Telecommunications, steel, etc.”
Chad laughs. “You’re not dating Taylor Holden are you?” He is being completely facetious, but I am a terrible bluffer. I freeze and my face burns bright red. “Wait. You’re dating Taylor Holden?”
I look around to make sure no one is in the vicinity and put my finger over my lips to silence him. I slowly close his office door. “I’d appreciate it if we kept this between us.”
“Sure, but why?”
“Both he and I are private and people assume certain things about you when you date a powerful person, especially when he once was your boss.”
“That may be true, but it’s not like he is some fat old man where people would assume you’re a gold-digger.”
“No, he’s young and handsome, so people assume I am a superficial gold-digger. Plus, anyone who recognizes his name gets all flustered. Case in point.”
“He’s like James Bond, an international man of mystery.” We both laugh.
“He’s really just a normal guy.” That statement is a complete fallacy. Nothing about this guy is normal, and I think that’s why I love him. “By the way, I just sent you the mockups.”
“Great work! Looks like we both have nothing to do for the next couple of hours -- let’s go grab a drink.”
After last night’s festivities I opt for club soda. I let him in on some clues about Kristin. He is supposed to bring dinner, so I tell him to go to Panda Palace and get her the chicken and broccoli combo, her favorite. He tries to squeeze out of me any girl talk about him.
“Today was kind of nuts so I haven’t had a chance to talk to her, sorry! I promise I’ll fill you in on any girl talk in the future.”
His dimpled smile bursts. We part ways shortly after six so that Chad has time to get dinner and meet Kristin at her place. Harrison waits for me in front of the pub, of course. I sit in the passenger seat for the first time. I spend so much time in Harrison’s presence, but rarely get to speak to him.
“How has your day been so far, Harrison?”
“Well, and yours?”
“I think you know the answer to that.” I see a small grin perk on his face. “So how long have you been working for Taylor?”
“Almost six years.”
“Wow, that was about the time that he started up with H.I.”
“Yes, a few months after.”
“Did he have security before?”
“I don’t believe so.”
“He mentioned to me that people have tried to steal from h
im. Is that why you were hired?” His hands tighten around the steering wheel, his torso becomes rigid. “Ms. Ball, I don’t think I am at liberty-”
“Oh my god, no! I am so sorry. I was just blabbering, I don’t mean to put you in a weird position. I can always ask him.”
“No need to apologize. Would you like to make a stop for dinner as usual?”
“I think I’ll just order in since I’m alone tonight. How is your mother? Is she feeling better? I heard you had to take her to the doctor not too long ago.”
“Yes, she is doing well. Thank you for asking. She had a bad bout of bronchitis, but it finally seems to be working its way out.”
“How old is she?”
“Seventy-seven and still very active. She has been itching to garden again, but the doctor insisted she rest.”
“I wish I could garden. I have a black thumb. Is that the opposite of a green thumb? Because that’s what I have.”
Harrison smiles warmly. “Well, my mother owned a greenhouse. I was always around flowers and plants growing up. Maybe one day I can show you the basics. Mr. Holden’s garden is spectacular.”
I imagine this tough, often stoic, ex-military man, incredibly fit for his age, in an apron and gloves, planting seeds. It’s funny how people are rarely what they appear to be on the outside.
“I noticed. It was so nice to pick fresh veggies. That would be great!”
I invite Harrison inside my condo, but he insists on waiting in the car. I give him a spare key, just in case he wants to come in and rest on the couch. “I wouldn’t worry, I think Taylor has Eric handled,” I tell Harrison before going upstairs.
The giant loft feels so silent without Taylor. I turn on the television, but can’t find anything to keep my mind off of all the recent turmoil. I turn off the television and pace around the house. The place is spotless, so there is nothing to clean. The only way to get rid of the silence is to call Taylor. I expect to get a voicemail, but he answers.
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