The problem was, I was starting to feel like he should know everything. After what he had done for me and the feelings that I was developing for him, I couldn’t come right out and say it, I’d have to wait for the right time. When there was a small break in our conversation, I took a deep breath and told Liam that I wanted to tell him something.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” I said, already fighting back tears.
“What is it Lexi? You can tell me anything.”
“It’s about what Kade said back in that parking lot. I want to tell you what he was talking about but I don’t want to hurt you. It all happened because I was confused about everything.”
“That’s fine, I’m here to listen,” he said, taking my hands into his.
“Okay,” I said as I swallowed a lump in my throat. “This all starts back at the gala. There was a reason I was acting the way I was. Not long after I got there, I ran into Kade and was actually trying to flirt with him. As usual, he was a big asshole to me and ended up pissing me off. That’s when I started drinking heavily. This was all before what happened with us out by the gardens.”
Liam was listening to me intently.
“Well, after what happened with me and you, I was very confused about everything, which was why I wasn’t answering your calls or returning your text messages. From out of the blue, Kade called me. I wasn’t going to answer his call either but I was curious to see what he wanted.”
His reaction started to change once he realized I was ignoring his calls but answered Kade when he contacted me. Still, he remained quiet, letting me continue on with my story.
“He was calling because he wanted a piece of ass. He didn’t come right out and say it but it was pretty obvious by the way he was talking. I wasn’t about to give it up to him after the way he had treated me at the dance but I wanted to make him think he had a chance.”
Liam’s face expressed hurt and betrayal as he continued listening to me. “I agreed to go out with him later that night. I got dressed up in one of my most revealing outfits and I was looking damn good. The whole evening, I kept catching him trying to look down my dress, almost like he was making plans for what he was going to do later that night. I did my best to tease him, having every intention of leaving him with blue balls by the time the evening was over.”
“Lexi, why are you telling me this? I really don’t think I want to know where this is going.”
“No, it’s important. I really need to get this out. It’s important that you know.”
“Okay,” he sighed, “go ahead then.”
“As the night went on, Kade had been feeding me drink after drink, hoping to get me fucked up enough to go home with him. I guess he didn’t realize that I’ve been a party girl for years and was buzzed at best. I had to run to the restroom at one point and when I got back, he had ordered fresh drinks. After that, the night gets blurry. He put something into my drink. That motherfucker drugged me.”
His chin fell as I told him the details. “The next thing I knew; I woke up completely naked in a strange hotel room. I was surrounded by pictures that he had taken of the two of us while I was passed out. He wanted to use those pictures to blackmail my sister into sleeping with him. That’s what he was referring to when he brought up the pictures when we were in the parking lot. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen but I didn’t want you to find out some other way and be hurt by it.”
I was trying to gauge Liam’s reaction by the look on his face. It was obvious he was hurt and angry. I hoped that he wasn’t upset at me as I would never have let any of that go down if I hadn’t been drugged. Whatever he was feeling, he was willing to push it to the side for me.
“You’ve had a long night,” he said. “Why don’t you take my bed for the night so you can sleep well. I’m more than happy to crash out here on the couch.”
I couldn’t believe he would offer me his bed, especially after what I had just told him. He must have really cared about me to be so sweet and unselfish. I followed him into his bedroom and climbed into his bed. All of my adrenaline had worn off and I was beginning to realize how exhausted I was. He tucked me, softly kissed my forehead and started to walk out of the room.
“Liam, why don’t you sleep in here tonight too?” I asked, still not wanting to be by myself.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I really think you need to get some sleep.”
“I do, I’m exhausted. Maybe you could just hold me while I fall asleep?”
“Okay, scoot over,” he said as he climbed into the bed next to me. This gentle guy was quite the contrast to the bad boy I’d been with at the bondage club. I thought it was kind of cool to see someone have two completely different sides to them and it made me wonder if that’s what I needed. Maybe instead of a bad boy, I just needed a good guy who could be bad when he needed to be.
Liam laid on his back and I snuggled in close to him, resting my head on his chest. I fell asleep in no time, feeling safe in his arms. That night, I had to most restful sleep I’d had in ages. My typical nightmares were replaced with good dreams. I didn’t toss and turn. I just slept and it was something I’d been missing for so long.
When I woke up the next morning, I was in the bed all by myself. The smell of coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast filled the air. Wrapping myself up in the blanket, I made my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” he said as soon as he saw me. “Did you sleep well?”
“Very well, thank you so much for letting me crash here last night.”
“You’re very welcome. Hungry?”
“Starving.”
Liam had gotten out of bed early to cook us breakfast. No man has ever cooked me breakfast before. That was the moment that I realized I was falling for him. He really is the perfect mix of good and bad. I never imagined a man with both qualities could exist, or at the very least, I was too caught up in the bad boy aspects to notice, but there I was, sitting there with him and realizing I’d found the one I’d needed all along.
I knew Liam liked me and, for the first time, I was ready to admit that I liked him as well. There was just one thing holding me back: that psychotic ex-girlfriend of his. Camilla seemed like a crazy bitch. Normally, I wouldn’t have given a second thought to someone like her but she seemed hell bent on humiliating me and taking claim to him.
She seemed insistent on scoring him for herself. Fortunately, Liam didn’t seem to be harboring any feelings for her. After all, he could have stayed at the bondage club with her but he chose to follow me instead.
As we were finishing up breakfast, Liam’s phone started to ring. He looked at his screen with a confused look in his face. He didn’t recognize the number that was calling. Hesitantly, he answered it. I held my breath and waited, certain it was going to be Camilla calling. I only exhaled when Liam mouthed that it was Christian Wilde calling him.
I thought it to be strange that he would be calling Liam. The two weren’t exactly friends, not that they disliked each other or anything. Apparently he had tried calling my phone but it was dead so he was sent straight to voice mail. He’d been dating my sister for a little while and he made her the happiest I’d ever seen her.
He was a true bad boy in every sense of the word. She’d managed to turn him into one of the sweetest guys on the planet. I have no clue how she did it. He was a playboy who wouldn’t be tied down but in the end, he fell for her and love conquered all. See, fairy tales do exist!
Anyway, Christian was calling because he wanted to propose to my sister. He’d been actively avoiding her in order to make preparations. He wanted to get Liam and I involved, as he knows we are the people that meant the most to her. Liam discussed the details with him and he was genuinely happy to be helping. That made me happy because I always suspected that he had a thing for Sarabelle growing up but seeing his reaction told me that she was a friend and nothing more. We made plans to go to his house and help him surprise her as he proposed. I was happy for my sister b
ut couldn’t help but feel a little jealous as well.
CHAPTER 12
Liam
I could tell that Lexi didn’t want to go back home. The whole situation with her being attacked had left her scared and shaken. I didn’t blame her for not wanting to go back. To be honest, I didn’t want her to go either. It wasn’t just because that little creep was still out there. I also liked having her around. She had already been at my house for three days and in that time, we’d gotten to know each other better than we had since the time we’d known each other. We were growing closer by the day, which was exactly what I wanted.
There was one downside to her being at my house non-stop and that was the fact that I wasn’t able to come and go as I pleased, which at that particular time was crucial. I’d have to leave several times a day and since she was still a little freaked out about being left alone, she’d want to come with me.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to be possible, at least not yet. I was forced to lie to her and tell her I had to do various things for work. It wasn’t a complete lie. I did have to get some work done here and there but that wasn’t the point. I was going to my office daily but it wasn’t to work.
The main purpose of my little day trips was because I had revenge on my mind. Ever since I saw Kade attacking Lexi in the New York City parking lot, I’ve thought about nothing but fucking him up. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to beat him to within an inch of his life.
I wanted to teach him that what he was doing was not okay. My need for revenge only intensified when Lexi told me that he drugged her and raped her. I was seeing red and I wasn’t sure a beating was going to be enough. I was worried that, if I were to see him, I’d kill him on the spot.
It had been quite a while since Kade and I had hung out on a personal level. I realized that I didn’t even know who the guy was anymore. Had he always been that way? If he had, it would have been in secret because there was no way I would ever associate myself with someone like that. I had no idea where he hung out or who he hung out with. I wasn’t going to be able to walk up to his house to confront him. The fucker seemed like the type to try to blindside you if he saw you coming. Instead, I did what any rational person would do. I stalked him on social media.
The persona he plays on Facebook blew my mind. It was a Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde situation. I knew the kind of person Kade Nichols was, yet there he was on his account, talking to people as if nothing happened. The most fucked up part about any of it was the fact that he was hitting on some high school girl about two hours after he tried to abduct Lexi. What kind of psychopath does that?
I wanted to make a huge post on his page to alert all his friend as to what type of person they were dealing with. I typed it all out and was about to hit send when I stopped myself. Why do it? What was the point?
Everyone he conversed with seemed to think he was this great guy. Regardless of what the truth was, I doubted any of them were going to believe me. I realized I needed to come up with another plan so I deleted the message and continued my research.
Surfing from site to site, an article on the Forbes website caught my eye. What in the hell would this little rich boy whose daddy handed him everything he needed on a silver platter have an article written about him on such a reputable website? Curiosity got the better of me so I clicked the link and waited for the stupid countdown at the top to finish so I could click yet another link to actually read what I wanted.
It turned out, the business that Kade’s daddy created was built on a web of deceit and lies. Brulish Enterprises might as well have been named bullshit. Apparently, his father had been convicted of securities fraud after a sting operation by the feds.
He had any bank account with his name attached to it frozen, including Kade’s. Apparently Kade lost nearly every dime he had and had been desperate for cash for quite some time. The article was almost a year old so I kept searching to see what else I would be able to find.
Apparently Kade gathered some of his father’s former business partners and they were putting together a spin-off company Brulish. It would not have the same name and would differentiate itself as much as possible. Looking at the people involved, Kade stood to make a lot of money, especially since he would be a high-profile board member. Right then, I knew the best way to get back at him.
He thought he had it all figured out. He thought he could treat people any way he wanted and still come out looking like roses. This time, he was going to find out he was wrong. This group of people screwed enough people and had gotten off completely while his dad took the fall and was rotting in prison. Kade was about to start the process all over again and I wasn’t going to let that happen.
It was time that Kade was held accountable for his actions. It was time that I got retribution for Lexi and any of the other girls that he’s hurt in the past. It was time to take him down. As much as I wanted to destroy him on a physical level, it was going to be so much better to do it on a professional level. If things went according to plan, I would destroy him and what little reputation that name Nichols had left.
My plan was going to take quite a bit of planning so in the meantime, I decided to give Lexi some much-needed attention. Over the few days she’d been at my house, we were really beginning to bond. For the first time, a real relationship with her didn’t seem unrealistic. I was crazy about her. There was no doubt in my mind that I was falling in love with her.
I just hoped she was doing the same. That girl has never been easy to read and she sure wasn’t telling me what she was feeling. I knew there was something there. For once in her life, she had made the decision to take things slow and, in my opinion, that was a good thing for me. I didn’t mind waiting either. She was more than worth it.
CHAPTER 13
Lexi
I’d only been at Liam’s house for a little over a week and it was already one of the longest relationships I’d ever been involved in. Neither one of us had said or done anything to officially put us in a relationship but it sure felt like that’s where we were heading, if we weren’t there already. Did people still do that? Did people still ask the other person to go out with them like we used to do back in grade school? It had been so long that I had no clue how any of it was supposed to work anymore.
The exact status of our relationship was an unknown to me but there was one thing that I knew for sure. I couldn’t stop thinking about that night at the bondage club. As a woman who had usually been the aggressor in the bedroom, it was a pretty big change of pace to allow someone to have control over me. I know I only experienced a small part of what his lifestyle was and I wanted that to change. I wanted to take the next step in our relationship. That evening, I wanted to surrender myself to him completely.
My biggest problem was that I didn’t have a clue how to tell him what I wanted. It would have been an awkward conversation. I knew he had to get up early the next morning for a meeting at his office so I waited until he went to bed before getting up and leaving a note for him on the kitchen table. Right before he walked out to the door, he would read my letter:
Liam,
I know that there’s some confusion about where we are in whatever is going on between us. I’m sure we both have questions that we would love answered but are too afraid to ask the other. I’m hoping this note will help to eliminate that confusion for us. I have feelings for you. Strong ones. I can’t stop thinking about what happened between us at the club. I want you. I want you badly. I want to surrender myself to you and I want you to dominate me in any way you see fit. I want to know what you’re really into. I want to see the darkest of your dark side. Take me tonight. I’ll be waiting.
I could imagine the look on his face when he read the note. Would his eyes widen or would he become excited and get an erection in the middle of the kitchen? It disappointed me that I wouldn’t get to see his reaction but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it didn’t matter. I would get to see his answer, which was much more important.
That afternoon, I was staring at the clock, realizing it would still be a few hours until he’d return. The waiting was the hardest part but apparently he was thinking about it as well. My cell phone rang and it was Liam. It surprised me because he had never called me from the office before. I answered enthusiastically but was met with a very serious interaction.
“I’m going to call you right back and I need to you to let the call go to your voice mail,” he whispered.
“What? Is everything okay?” I questioned.
“Don’t ask questions. Just do as I say. I’ll be calling back in sixty seconds.”
He didn’t say goodbye or anything else. He just hung up the phone, leaving me confused. The next minute was the longest minute I’d ever experienced. Was I wrong about what he wanted? Was he only letting me hang around because I was scared to go home? Was he no longer interested in me? What did he have to tell me that required my voice mail?
Finally, my cell phone started to ring. I almost answered it out of instinct but I stopped myself and let it go to voice mail. I was eager to find out what the message said. I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I waited. After what seemed like forever, my alert sounded letting me know that I had a message waiting for me.
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