by S. Moose
By S. Moose
Copyright © 2015 S. Moose
Interrupted Volume 3
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are
the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Model: Devin Byrd
Editing and interior design by Fallon McCullough, B.A.
This book is dedicated to the readers who fell in love with Sharp and Camila and gave me the inspiration and motivation to finish their story. You give me the courage to go beyond my comfort zone and live my dream. Thank you for all your love and support. You are my rock.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One - Sharp
Chapter Two – Cam
Chapter Three – Cam
Chapter Four – Sharp
Chapter Five – Cam
Chapter Six – Sharp
Chapter Seven – Cam
Chapter Eight – Sharp
Chapter Nine – Cam
Chapter Ten – Sharp
Chapter Eleven – Cam
Chapter Twelve – Cam
Chapter Thirteen – Sharp
Chapter Fourteen – Cam
Chapter Fifteen – Sharp
Chapter Sixteen – Cam
Chapter Seventeen – Sharp
Chapter Eighteen – Cam
Chapter Nineteen – Cam
Chapter Twenty – Sharp
Chapter Twenty-One – Cam
Chapter Twenty-Two – Sharp
Chapter Twenty-Three – Sharp
Chapter Twenty-Four – Sharp
Chapter Twenty-Five – Cam
Chapter Twenty-Six – Sharp
All You Ever – Hunter Hayes
Resolution – Nick Lachey
The Heart Want What It Wants – Selena Gomez
Lovesick Fool – The Cab
If You Ever Get Lonely – Love and Theft
Need You Now – Lady Antebellum
You Found Me – The Fray
Talking Body – Tove Lo
Thinking Out Loud/I'm Not the Only One cover – Sam Tsui and Casey Breves
Say You Love Me – Jesse Ware
Bed – J.Holiday
Sex Therapy – Robin Thicke
Come a Little Closer – Dierks Bentley
Want to Want Me – Jason Derulo
Gravity – Sara Bareilles
I'm Yours – The Script
Prologue
Sharp
MY MIND WANDERED to the place I hated. Women came to me like I was their lifeline and – to some – I was. Outside of their knowledge, I was a onetime deal. I never repeated nor had the urge to.
Except with one.
She needed me as if no one else ever did. I loved how she came to me and told me I was the best thing that ever happened to her. I lost my parents and my foster family due to tragic accidents. I was screwed up and lived a life of not knowing if someone would love me.
Until she smiled at me.
We instantly became friends, and I needed her like she needed me. I was her safe place, and we had all our firsts together. We made mistakes together and taught each other pleasure and the art of making love. Being with her gave me the confidence and strength I needed. She was my home, my family.
But now I’m left alone with a cold and damaged heart. She claimed it the day we met and completely shattered it in one night. No one broke me like she did, and I was weak. I struggled with myself for years and turned to a life of crime and manipulation. I was taught to kill and fight until the death.
And now here I am waiting for one thing before my plans can be put into action.
The black-printed words on the white paper stare back at me. The words stand out, screaming at me, but I don’t hear anything. My office is quiet. There’s no movement. I’m frozen, afraid to see which direction my plan will take. Every man has his weak moment, a time when everything he’s worked for depends on one thing.
This is my weak moment.
After calculating and planning, I’m one signature away from getting what I’ve been waiting for since I was eighteen years old. Everything I’m doing is right, and I’m doing this for my future. When you love someone, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do. I need to see her and have her back in my life. This is the only way. I can’t approach her and believe we’ll be a couple again. There’s been too much shit that’s happened for us to be normal, or even an us.
The night haunts me. I remember the rain hitting my face and wondering why she left me. I remember how loud the wind blew and how cold I felt. The motel room I stayed in for the night had a musty, damp smell. The lights flickered in the bathroom. I was too afraid to be alone in the dark with my thoughts. The noise from the other rooms nearby and my paranoia made it impossible for me to sleep. When I closed my eyes, I saw her face and heard her voice.
Instead of trying to sleep, I watched the shadows dance across the wall and allowed them to keep my awake.
When I saw movement outside the window, I quickly got up from the bed and moved to the door, waiting to hear the knock I’d been hoping for.
The knock never came.
She never came.
We had a future lined up. I promised her the world, and she was going to be mine forever. It was all too good to be true. I thought she would be able to look past how I lived and believe we could be happy. I wasn’t rich and never pretended to be. Her parents hated me and knew I was bad news for her. No one believed in us; hell, there were days I didn’t believe in us either, but she did. It was her faith in our love that got me through.
I should have died that night. I should have died with my foster family.
I’ve cheated death twice. I don’t think the third time I’ll be so lucky. It’ll be three strikes, and I’m dead.
Bringing myself back to the present, I stare at the woman sitting across from me. Her fingers paw through the contract I have waiting for her signature. I can hear her mind reeling with doubts, while I'm sitting here – fucking patiently waiting I might add – trying not to tell her off. I have to remind myself to stay calm. I fucking need her.
This is how it's going to be until I have my child in my arms. I have to pretend to care for and comfort her. I have to be there for her and make sure she has everything she needs. These are the sacrifices I have to make to get what I've been waiting for. People say sacrifices make you stronger; this is true. The sacrifices I'm making, the risks I'm taking, will be worth it.
Eyeing her motion and body language, she flips the page to the section of what I'll be providing her. I'll set her up in a posh apartment with all the amenities she'll need. She'll have a driver, her own credit card and access to me. No expense will be too much. I'll pay whatever amount to get what I need.
"Are you okay?" I tenderly ask her.
"I guess," she answers, rubbing the back of her head. "You know my husband wants a baby so bad, and I don't. Does that make me a bad person?"
"No."
"I love him, but I'm thirty one and I have my career ahead of me. Thanks to you, I'm settled and the business is growing. I can't thank you enoug
h. I want to be on my own and make a name for myself before settling down. That was the plan, until my husband got baby fever. I thought women were the only ones."
"It's my pleasure, Daria. I know this is hard," I hold her hand in mine, "but what you're doing is incredibly selfless. It means a lot to me that you're putting aside your husband's feelings and helping me. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Oh, Mr. Sharp, the pleasure is all mine." She smiles and takes the pen resting on the side of the contract. "I wish you the best." She smiles and signs on the line indicating that after she gives birth she will have no contact with me or anyone else in my life. The contract states that this is to stay between us, and she will be protected until the day my child is born.
"Thank you again, and I'm sorry that you had to do this to your husband."
"It's okay. I think this break between us will be good. We've been fighting, and I need time to invest in my business and find myself. We lost ourselves when we got married. We were high-school sweethearts that never experienced life. We got married right after college and settled into our careers. It was the two of us. We had a routine and on the weekends, we explored. I want more fun from life. I want to continue traveling, but he’s itching to start a family American Dream style, complete with a white-picket fence and a dog. He's on one level, and I'm on another. He doesn't understand that I want to advance in the business world. In his eyes, I should be a stay at home mom," she shrugs. "I've thought about it, but where would my independence be?" There's a pause between us. I don't know how to fucking answer. If this is what I have to look forward to for nine months, I'm going to lose my mind. "Who knows, maybe your baby will make me want to have my own."
"I hope so." I smile and tuck the contract away in my locked drawer. Picking up my jacket from the chair, I lead her out of my office, and we take the elevator to the ground floor.
My driver, Thomas, opens the door to the limo. When we're both settled in, Daria takes a deep breath with her eyes closed. I watch her closely, paying attention to every rise and fall of her chest. All my research over the years and careful planning, weighing the pros and cons, brings me to this day. I could do things differently. I could walk up the stairs of her porch, knock on the door, and take her in my arms. I'd beg her to come back to me and give her the life we dreamed about. If only life were fair.
These thoughts only confirm what I want, what I wish I could do. The hate that I have for Camila runs deep. When you lose the one person who is your world, who promised to stay by your side through hell and back, only to find out those promises were lies, you're left with a broken body. Nothing feels the same. Nothing is the same. The dead feeling rises until the day you can feel nothing and be content. That's how I am.
Since the day I lost her, my heart has turned into stone. I don't care about much in life besides my business, family and my plans. Glancing towards the front, I see Thomas' eyes on me, and he lifts his chin in a quick nod. The ride to the clinic is quiet. My eyes constantly find Daria's. She better not fucking back out of this deal or else there will be hell to pay. I've waited too fucking long for this moment.
"We're here, Sir," Thomas says, opening his door and going around the limo.
"You will be fine, Daria. I know you're nervous. But you are doing a great thing for me and, soon, my family. I owe you."
She sighs, "I'm glad to help you, Mr. Sharp."
I nod and follow her out of the limo. Thomas leads her into the clinic and when I hear the door close, I look and see Henry coming toward me. The smug fucking bastard.
"Do you have everything you need?"
"I do."
"Then you know what to do."
He grabs my arm before I leave. "When will I have my money?"
Yanking my arm away, I straighten my suit and glare at him. "When I have my baby in my arms."
"And what if this doesn't work."
"It will." He backs away running his hand across his face, looking as if he's going to pull from the plan. "Now what is it?"
"Why her?"
I kink my brow. "Do you not want the five million I'm giving you?"
"No! I do," he quickly answers. "I love her though."
A smirk spreads over my face. "So do I. What's more important? Your practice or Camila?"
Henry lowers his head and backs away without responding to my question. Watching him walk back into the clinic, I get back into my limo and close my eyes. There’s nothing and no one who will get in the way of my plans and what I’ve been waiting for. Sitting back and watching her move on with her life, forgetting about me, puts me in this place. She may have forgotten me and the love we shared. She may have forgotten what it’s like to be truly happy. Now I have all the power I need to bring her down to her knees and get what I’ve been waiting for.
She’s going to feel all the fucking pain I’ve felt. She’ll know what it’s like to feel lost and alone. She’ll beg me to come back to her to help her. Everything I've done will make Camila realize what she gave up. The night she left me haunts my every waking moment. I close my eyes and see her smile. It's the smile that saved me and brought me out of the fucking hellhole I was in. The sounds of her laughter fill my head. The smile I remember, the one I see every time I close my eyes, stands as a reminder of her life now without me.
"Same place, Sir?" I nod, feeling the limo turn. Every day around the same time, I sit in the limo and watch her until she heads inside. Sometimes it's a few minutes and sometimes it's a few hours. I've done this for over two years.
"Sir, will you talk to her this time?"
"You know the answer, Thomas." He doesn't respond. I turn my head and look out the window. Her dark brown hair is tied back and she's wearing yoga pants and a blue tank top. Brushing the hair from her eyes, she turns in my direction. I stare at her. In some ways, I hope she notices my limo and wants to find out why I'm here. In other ways, I want to run out and demand answers.
Neither happens.
"She's beautiful, Sir." I nod. "If I may?"
"Yes, Thomas."
"I understand you want to disappear. However, maybe you want to be found. You sit in the limo, watching her, and what are you hoping to accomplish?" I don't answer. "You want her to find you like she did when you were younger. Take that step, Sir."
"Soon, Thomas. I have put things into motion."
Sharp
“THIS IS MY FUCKING COMPANY, and I will pull my services from you so fast you won’t know what hit you.”
“Mr. Vito, please forgive him. Let’s reschedule.”
I push away the phone and grab the bottle of whiskey from my bar. I don’t need this shit right now. This whole week’s been a clusterfuck. One issue after another. If one more company threatens me all hell will be raised.
“Are you high?” Taylor screams at me, “or have you not been getting laid? Because I can fucking arrange something for you.”
Seething with annoyance I take a gulp and set the bottle back on the bar. “So I’ve had one bad meeting. What are you going to do?”
“Ayden, you’ve had several bad meetings, and you’ve pissed off a lot of people. What in the world are you thinking?”
“Maybe I’m not, and I’m sick of people.”
Sighing, she takes a seat and looks at me. “Even on your bad days, you never lose control. You are known to the business world as a man who controls everything he touches. Honestly, you’re losing it. You need to really check yourself and take a break. I can take over for a while. I don’t want to see everything you’ve worked for ruined.”
“You need to understand that I never fucking lose it. I am a fucking controlled man. Don’t you get it, Taylor?”
“No,” she admits, “you don’t get it. You’re losing it, and you need to take a break or else you’ll be left with nothing.” Without saying anything else, Taylor leaves my office, and I look over more notes and reports. Not wanting to admit it aloud, I know that I’m losing control. Everything I’ve worked for is slipping out of
my hands. I’m realizing what she’s saying is true. If I don’t change now, I can see my company falling apart.
Leaning back in my office chair I focus on notes about upcoming proposals and contracts. The words blur, and my head clouds. I can’t go back home, and I won’t. It’s too much to bear. I can’t stand to be in the house or be in my own body. My house is in shambles, and the two most important people in the world live somewhere else because she refuses to be near me. In her mind, I’ve ruined her life and stole her parents and our son. There are truths to what she’s thinking, and I don’t want to cause any more pain to her or Grayson. The damage of my actions pushed her too far, and I’m not sure if I’ll get her back.
My phone vibrates, but I ignore it. Too many people are asking me if I’m okay, and I don’t feel like answering their dumb questions. Closing the blinds, I turn off my cell and throw it on my desk. Silence surrounds me as I fight like hell to regain my focus and concentrate on the work in front of me.
Calling for Natalie to come in my office I look for the notes on the Red Wine account.
“What’s up?”
“The notes for the Red Wine account, where are they Natalie?”
“Well, Ayden,” she looks around my desk and to the file cabinet. “Didn’t Camila have those notes? I think she may still have them in her office.”
Propelling myself from my desk chair, I race to her old office and see the picture she has of us sitting on her desk. I pick it up and trace the smile on her face. It’s a simple selfie picture she took of us when we were in bed together. She told me to smile, and I did because it was for her. The office has been empty, and I can’t have anyone clean it out. With her things still present, it feels like she’s here.