Imperfect Love: Twisted (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Mandi Beck

  “I’ve been trying to call.”

  “I had back-to-back meetings all morning.” He nods, leaning in and placing a kiss on my cheek in greeting.

  “Oh, for the love—Noah, this is why we’re in the position we’re in. Are you going to allow this? Right in front of your face? It’s no wonder the owner is coming to meet with us,” Adam practically spits. “You’ll be lucky if you still have a job by evening,” he says to Jasper in a smug tone.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Noah’s jaw tense. I know keeping his cool is taking everything he has right now.

  Jasper’s mouth lifts in a sardonic smirk. “Cafferty, might be best if you keep to yourself. If you don’t, I’m thinking that it won’t be me out of a job when all is said and done.”

  Noah steps forward with an outstretched hand. “Noah Tate, we haven’t met yet.”

  “Jasper James. It’s a pleasure.” The men shake hands and Jasper says, “Please, everyone be seated. This won’t take us long.”

  “Jasper?” I ask, my confusion growing by the minute. I look to Theo for a clue as to what’s going on and he just smiles reassuringly. It tells me nothing about what the hell is going on. I swing my gaze to Shelby and Erica, both of whom look equally confused.

  Jasper places a warm palm to the small of my back, using it to guide me to my chair and help me into it. Once I’m seated, he places his hands on my shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze before taking the seat next to mine, resting his hand on my leg under the table.

  Theo takes the seat opposite Jasper and waits for Rosita to place water in front of them before speaking. “Up until now, I have been your only contact at the Iron Flask but with the complaints that have come to light, I’ve been forced to call in the higher ups and give them a run-down of what we’ve accomplished so far and what we have in the works in order to appease everyone. Moving forward we’ll have to make some changes. I’ll still be your contact because it’s my job as the manager and director of marketing for the Iron Flask chains. I’m also an Iron Thistle Whisky stockholder and board member, which is why I’m here today with Jasper.” This is news to me. I thought Theo was the manager of the bar, I had no clue that he held such an important position. Jasper must see the surprise on my face and gives my thigh a reassuring squeeze. I smile over at him. This is good news. If Theo has this much pull with the company, maybe this will all be swept under the carpet. I mean, how upset can the CEO really be? It’s not like we even deal with Jasper on any of our plans. I get that it’s not exactly professional, but it hasn’t affected my work or his.

  Noah leans forward in his chair. “I’m glad that you’ve been happy with our work thus far, and I hope you’ll allow us to continue to work with you. Fannin was hand-picked by me for this account for a reason. She really is the best person to handle your needs. Her dating one of your employees won’t interfere in her work. I’ll explain that to Ms. Hewat as well and hope she sees that Fannin is truly an asset.”

  I smile over at my cousin in thanks. His trust and confidence in me is heartwarming.

  Jasper clears his throat and starts to speak. Stops, and starts again. “Ms. Hewat will not be here today. She is no longer the CEO of Iron Thistle Whisky—

  “Oh, that’s just great!” Adam bursts. “So your best friend is the one who gets to decide what happens with this account? Ridiculous,” he all but spits, no longer able to hold back his temper. “Fannin fucks the help and she’s rewarded for it. Unbelievab—”

  Just as Noah is about to say something, Jasper raises his hand to silence him, the other on my thigh tightens almost painfully before releasing pressure and stroking over the spot. Through gritted teeth, Jasper in a barely controlled tone addresses Adam. “First, you will not disrespect Fannin like that in front of me or anyone else, for that matter, especially at her place of work.”

  Adam opens his mouth to interrupt when Jasper speaks over him. “Second,” his voice booms, his accent more pronounced. “Fannin isn’t involved with the help. As I was saying, Ms. Hewat, or rather Mrs. Hewat-James, has stepped down as CEO and majority shareholder. The company now belongs to her son.”

  Mrs. Hewat-James. Jasper James. Her son. Owner and CEO of Iron Thistle Whisky. He’s the owner of a billion-dollar company. Jasper is a billionaire. And . . . a liar.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jasper

  Not exactly how I wanted to break the news to Fannin, but the arsehole Cafferty pushed and pushed until I snapped. I tried calling her before this meeting to explain to her, not wanting her to be blindsided. The room is completely quiet. Stunned. The only one I care about though is the beauty sitting next to me, color drained from her face, back ramrod straight. “Fannin.” She doesn’t let me get another word out, pushing my hand off her leg and turning to Noah.

  “May I be excused? You can handle the rest of this without me, right?” Noah must agree, I don’t know because I haven’t taken my eyes off of her. When she stands to leave, so do I. She completely ignores me, her head held high as she walks around the conference table to the door. Taking a moment, I look over at Theo, who nods in understanding. Without making eye contact with anyone in the room, I follow after Fannin, her long legs making quick work of the hall as she heads to her office. I don’t bother to call out to her. It won’t make any difference. My only hope is that once I get her alone, she gives me the chance to explain. Jade is sitting at her desk outside of Fannin’s office, a baffled look on her face as Fannin strides past her. The secretary begins to stand when I wave her back down. “Hold her calls please,” I issue quietly. Not quietly enough though.

  “You’re not the boss here, and I have nothing to fucking say to you,” Fannin says, the anger in her voice punctuated by the slamming of the door.

  Relieved when I find she didn’t lock it, I step through and close it behind me. Fannin paces in front of her window, all of Manhattan stretched out beneath her. I want to give her time to be angry. I’ve betrayed her just like every other man in her life. I was angry with Adam, with her father, with Noah even, for not being the men she needed. For not putting her first, and here I am, no better than any of them. The difference between them and me though is that I’m going to fight for her. Because their loss is my gain. Because to me, she’s worth it.

  “Fannin, I know you’re angry with me, and you have every right to be.” That’s as far as I get before she whirls on me. Eyes flashing fire, her cheeks are flushed in her anger.

  “How mighty noble of you to allow me to be angry, Jasper. I don’t need your permission, just like I don’t need to hear any more of your bullshit lies.” She places two palms on her desk, a desk I was under, bringing her unbridled pleasure only yesterday. “You lied to me. You let me believe that you were a bartender,” Fannin huffs. “Did you think so little of me that you thought I would care what your title was? That I’m so shallow?” Little does she know how afraid I was, but not for the reasons she thinks.

  “Fannin, I didn’t tell you because I wanted you to want me for me. To want to be with the bartender and not the billionaire.” She straightens and I can see she’s gearing up for more of a fight. Taking a step forward, I reach a hand toward her, not that I expect her to take it—I just want her to hear me out. “In Scotland, I had a girlfriend who worked in the office as my mother’s secretary. As soon as my parents stepped down and turned the company over to me, Lorna talked nonstop about marriage and babies.” I shake my head at the memory. “We’d never even discussed it. But she told my mother that we would be getting married soon, getting her excited about having a daughter, my father too. He thought he would finally get a grandchild to dote on. At first I thought it was the natural thing, the next step in our relationship. But as time wore on, I saw that it wasn’t what I wanted. That she wasn’t what I wanted. But by then, she had everyone convinced. It didn’t matter how many times I told Lorna that I didn’t feel that way about her. That I wasn’t going to marry her. She just kept weaving stories. She even went as far as to ask my mother
to go dress shopping with her.” Fannin stands behind her desk, silent, sullen, arms crossed, but at least she’s listening. I take that as a good sign and continue. “I overheard her one day tell a friend of hers that she’d gone off the pill as that was the only way she’d be sure to get a piece of the distillery. That’s when I knew that she wasn’t crazy over me—she was crazy over what she could get from me. Get from my family. That very day I packed up and came here. I’ve been running the distillery, attending all the board meetings from here. My mother just thinks we had a bad breakup, even kept Lorna on at the distillery. She’s actually the one Adam has been talking with.” That irony is not lost on me. “I didn’t have it in me to hurt my mother by telling her that the woman she thought would be her daughter-in-law just wanted the money our family could offer, not our love.” Making sure I look her in the eyes, no matter that they’re full of hate for me right now, I go on, “I’ve never lied about the way I feel for you, Fannin. Everything you felt when we were together was real. The way you come apart in my bed, in this office, at the wedding. Wrapped around me. That was the realest I’ve ever felt. I just wanted you to want me,” I say earnestly.

  “You?” Fannin bursts. “I don’t even know who you are! And why? Because you didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”

  “I liked you too much, damn it!” I can’t help but shout. Infuriated that I can’t make her see. “I kept it from you because I liked you too much. I liked me when I was with you. There was no wondering if you were fucking me because of the money or because of the way I made you feel. Do you know what it’s like to constantly question everyone around you? It’s bloody awful, Fannin. It’s made me push everyone away. Not giving anyone a chance to get closer than my bed. Until you. You I let into my bed, and my heart.”

  “By lying. You only let me see what you thought I deserved to see. The rest was all lies. I won’t be lied to anymore. I won’t be made to look like the fool, and that’s exactly what you did. Made me out to be the fool. Again. Thank you for that. Being humiliated by a man in my place of work once clearly wasn’t enough.” She’s right. I never meant for it to get this far and I certainly never meant to hurt her. “I’m so fucking sorry, love—”

  In a tone so flat and unlike Fannin, she interrupts, “Yeah, so am I. Goodbye, Jasper.” Fannin turns her back to me, the finality in the action like a knife to my chest. Before I can say anything more, fall on my knees and grovel, the door opens and Noah steps in without knocking. Probably heard the shouting.

  “Everything okay here?”

  “Everything is fine, Noah. Mr. James is just leaving.”

  “Damn it, Fannin. I’m not leaving until you tell me you understand why I didn’t tell you.” Taking a step forward, I place my hands on her desk, the same way she did earlier. “I’m crazy about you. You have to see that.” I don’t care that Noah is standing just beside me, hearing me plead with the stubborn woman in front of me.

  “All I see is a man upset that he got caught. For all I know this was all a game to you. Poor, bored, lonely Jasper.”

  “I wasn’t lonely and I wasn’t bored, Fannin. It was never about that.”

  “Forgive me if I don’t believe you.” She looks past me to Noah. “You want to call security or shall I?” Ice practically drips from every syllable. I’ve never known anger like this. Even after discovering Lorna’s plan. Never felt so much loss. There is nothing I can say or do in this moment to get through to her. But she is crazy if she thinks I’m going to make this easy on her.

  “That’s fine, love. I’ll go. Don’t think for a second that this is over though. You’re taking the piss if you think I’m giving up this easily.” Not waiting for a reply I’m certain I don’t want to hear, I stalk out of her office, my face a thundercloud, giving proper warning to anyone who might think to talk to me.

  Theo waits by the elevator, hands in his pockets. He knows better not to say a word about the twisted mess I’ve made of things.

  Once we’re inside the elevator he speaks. “I’m not going to say I told you so.”

  “That’s probably smart.”

  “But. I will say that she’s no Lorna. Fannin is nothing like her and never could be. You already knew that, said it yourself. So I guess the question is what are you going to do about this proper mess you’ve made?”

  If he weren’t my best friend, I would probably slam him into the glass wall behind us. I can’t argue with him though. He’s absolutely right. I had known. And still I let myself believe that keeping this from her was best. That it wouldn’t blow up in my face. I got it twisted and now I’m paying for it.

  “I’m going to give her some time to be angry. She deserves that. Then I’m going to seduce the fuck out of her,” I state matter-of-factly.

  “With whisky and a plaid skirt?”

  If that’s what it takes, then so be it. “Aye. With whisky and a plaid skirt.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Fannin

  “Girl. You can’t stay mad at him forever,” Shelby says from the other end of my couch, attacking a pint of ice cream.

  “Ummm, I can. And I probably will.” My own ice cream isn’t faring much better than hers as I dig out all the caramel candies.

  “Has he called?”

  “Yes. Constantly. And sent flowers. And gifts. And candy. And every other damn thing you can deliver.” Placing the empty carton down, I snag my glass of Moscato.

  Three days ago he turned my life upside down. I thought I had met a man whom I could trust. A guy who would help me through my problems, not become one. I never cared that he was a bartender. I only cared about the woman I was when I was with him. I haven’t felt that way about myself in so long. Adam did a number on me. More than I like to admit. Jasper made me forget about all that when we were together. Never for one moment did I feel inadequate or undesirable. Quite the opposite. He went out of his way to tell me how beautiful I was, showed me how much he wanted me. Even the things that nobody else liked about me, he did.

  “He hurt me, Shel,” I admit. “I understand the why’s. I mean, I’m not a billionaire, but I understand that he’s been burned and was just being cautious and has more to lose than I do.”

  “Yeah, like a billion dollars more,” Shelby teases.

  I laugh at that. Leave it to her.

  “Not only that, but I feel like he also took away my confidence in my ability to do my work. Like what if all Theo’s enthusiasm was because I was fucking the boss?” I take a huge swallow of my wine. “And I’m pissed at Theo’s ass too. I understand that Jasper is his friend and boss, but they lied to our faces. Aren’t you mad?”

  “Well, I’m not happy with either of them, but I’ll get over it. Easier for me since I wasn’t trading the V for the D because of the B.” She nudges me with her toes. Making me laugh again at her crazy ass. But only for a moment.

  Unable to sit still, I pop up and take our garbage to the kitchen, grabbing another bottle of Moscato on my way back into the living room. I have a feeling we’ll need it. “Fannin, it’s like this—he lied, he shouldn’t have, but aside from Charles, I’ve honestly never seen a guy have his girl’s back like Jasper did for you. He was legit a one-man wrecking ball when it came to you and anyone doing you wrong.”

  About to argue with her, she stops me.

  “A total stranger and he had your back thirty seconds after meeting your ass. That’s gotta be some kind of damn record. Then, he had Adam taken off the account five minutes after that shit with him and Bethany happened. You told me how he stuck up for you at the wedding. And then let’s not forget that he’s not afraid of the pootytang.”

  I choke on a mouthful of wine. “Oh my God. You did not just call it that.”

  Shelby shrugs, “Whatever. You find a man willing to go down on you on your lunch break, you marry his ass.”

  “But what if he’s a liar?” I ask sullenly.

  “And what if he’s not?” Sipping from her glass she watches me with raised brows.

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sp; “This is why you should never mix business with pleasure. Twice now I’ve been burned.”

  Shel snorts. “Let’s be real, you weren’t getting any pleasure from Adam.”

  “Ain’t that the truth.” My lip curls in disgust.

  “Look, all I’m saying is that he didn’t lie about another woman, wasn’t sneaking around behind your back—”

  “He lied about who he was, Shelby!”

  “He lied about being a billionaire and a job title. You knew his name. You ever try to google him?”

  I shake my head no. “I didn’t think I had to.”

  “Go get your laptop. Let’s see what would have happened if you would have.”

  Reluctantly I get up from the couch to get my computer, handing it to her while I fill our glasses.

  “Jasper James. Where did you say he was from?”

  “Islay,” I say, remembering the night he had me taste the whisky that reminded him of his beloved island.

  “Jasper James of Islay and the Iron Thistle Whisky distillery. Here we go. Wow.”

  “What?” I snuggle in next to her, peering at the screen to see what has her sounding so impressed.

  “That’s the family home,” Shelby says pointing at what could only be described as a castle. A fucking castle. “Says here that the distillery has been in the family for over one hundred years.