Boxed Set: The His Submissive Series Complete Collection (Part One-Part Twelve) (32 page)

He nodded slowly. “I agree. That was out of line. Instead of explaining how I felt, I defaulted to that.” His voice tightened. “I said it because I knew it would hurt you.”

I sat back, feeling a strange wave of relief. I guess I already knew that was his intent, but hearing him say it out loud meant I could let it go.

“I’m ready to talk about it now, if you’re ready to listen.”

I brought my leg up on the cushion, angling my body toward him. Staring into the eyes of the man I loved so much it hurt. “I’m ready.”

He drew a breath and began. “Hearing about you meeting with Cade, especially after learning about your attraction to him-”

“Past attraction,” I interjected. He gave me a stern look and I hung my head. “Sorry. I’m listening.”

“It hurt, Leila,” he continued. “I had to try and figure out why you’d lie about it in the first place. What if you still had feelings for him? What did you talk about? Did you connect with him? Did he make you smile? Laugh? These were the questions that I asked myself. And then I came home to that fancy dinner and the first thing that came to mind was cheating spouses overcompensating. Buying forgiveness.”

I opened my mouth to explain but stopped when I realized that at its root, the dinner was a big apology for what happened with Cade. I had done it to soften the blow and get forgiveness. “I’m sorry, Jacob. I really, truly am.”

“I know,” he answered. “And I’m sorry that I questioned your love. I know you love me, Leila.” I can feel it every time you look at me, every time you kiss me, every time you come undone in my arms.

“This is all a first for me. I’ve never let anyone in the way I let you in,” he said softly. “To see what’s beneath. To really see me.”

I faltered as I remembered something Cade said, but I pushed it away, focusing on the now. Focusing on my heart. “I don’t want you to ever doubt me again, Jacob. And I won’t keep things from you.”

He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my lips before standing up. “And now that we’ve straightened that out, I’m going to take care of you.”

I leaned back, watching him walk to the kitchen to grab me another Gatorade and a few crackers. I didn’t think it was possible to love him more.

I was wrong.

****

I
brought the tiny red straw to my lips and sighed with satisfaction. The sweet and sour punch of my green apple mojito wet my tongue before cruising down my throat. After two days of getting back to a hundred percent, Megan and I decided to go all out. We’d started with dinner at a posh Italian restaurant and were finishing up with a few drinks at Blue. People joked its namesake was 'blue' because once you got your bill, your smile turned upside down.

Megan ordered a refill of her club soda, drawing a tight smile from the bartender and a chuckle from me.

"I told you—we're celebrating and drinks are on me." She started to protest but I held up a hand. "I appreciate your hospitality, but if I would have spent one more day cooped up in there, I would have lost it."

Any other job would have looked at me sideways on my way out the door for taking three days sick leave for food poisoning, but Jacob insisted—and even stopped by with broth, crackers, Evian, and ginger ale.

When I finally came back to the office, I could tell he'd had a word with Natasha. She'd leapt from her seat as soon as I stepped out of the executive elevator, fake kindness on full blast as she talked about how glad she was that I was back and feeling better.

And it
was
good that I was back—and with a vengeance. Even Jacob was impressed when I spoke up at a meeting about a client's dilemma and offered input and a view the team had missed.

“Tonight is about celebrating,” I told her. “New beginnings. And you can't celebrate with fizzy water.”

Megan ordered a screwdriver. "I'm pretty sure that's the most expensive cup of OJ on the planet."

I took another sip of my drink, warmth wrapping me in a tingling blanket. "Don't worry about that." I gestured between the both of us. "You and me? Worry free zone."

She cocked a red eyebrow. "Are you drunk already?"

It was my second, but I was a notorious lightweight. I gave her a conspiratorial wink. "Maybe."

"Oh lord," she said, shaking her head but unable to shake loose the smile painted on her lips.

"And the night is still young," I said, plunking out my straw and downing the rest in two gulps.

And I jinxed myself.

That rhythmic buzzing at my rib wasn't my heart jumping around or the music weaving in and out of every part of me. It was coming from the purse hooked on my shoulder. It was my phone.

We don’t really work in a vacuum. We’re needed when we’re needed.

I dumped my purse on the bar and grabbed my cell from the sparse contents.

One missed call.

"From Lisa Jones?" I said aloud, frowning.

"What's up?" Megan piped beside me.

"One second." I said begrudgingly. “Work thing.”

I had a feeling our celebratory evening was about to come to a swift end. When Lisa's soft voice filtered through the receiver, harried and frantic, I signaled the bartender and mouthed 'check please'.

Megan was a little too chipper about not downing her drink, walking in step with me as we pushed out the exit. "What kind of work thing?"

"I'm the point person with Cade," I explained, waving my arm to wave down a cab. "When shit hits the fan, I'm the number she calls."

And apparently, shit was bombarding the fan. Cade had apparently stumbled into the studio, smelling like a liquor store and yelling at everything that moved. Lisa wanted to cancel the interview, but Cade wouldn't listen to reason.

Megan and I slid into the back of a cab and I told the cabbie the production studio's address.

"So after everything that happened with Jacob-"

"Why am I off to the rescue?" I finished for Meg. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth and spritzed myself with body splash. Even though I'd only had two drinks, I knew the last thing I needed was to smell like alcohol when Cade was drunk off his ass. "Because I'm a professional."

Or I was trying really, really hard to be. Honestly, the last thing I wanted was to be in the same room as Cade Wallace. And blitzed Cade Wallace? No thank you.

The cab pulled up in front of the studio and I handed him the fare. I felt Megan's worried gaze, but I pushed it away. I was worried enough for the both of us and I needed to cut it out. If Cade saw that he affected me, he'd pounce. I wasn’t trying to give him an excuse to relaunch Operation Snag Leila.

I gave my name to security and got a clearance badge. I did some deep breathing, stretched out my neck, buttoned my jacket and rolled my shoulders back.

I gasped when the elevator doors retracted and Lisa was standing right in front of me. She’d sweated right through her blouse and her pale features were flushed with anger.

She took me in, noticing that I'd flat ironed my hair and was wearing stilettos too high and sexy for business.

Her face fell. "You were out. If I would have known..." She pulled at her spiky blond hair. "I'm going to kill Cade!"

"It's alright," I said smoothly, even though that couldn't be further from the truth. Especially when I heard someone holler 'LISA!' loud enough for the whole freaking city to hear.

Even though I knew the answer, I gave her a wary look. "Cade?"

She nodded and if I needed further confirmation, PA's and staff members scattered past, each wearing a more irritated look than the last.

Cade repeated the screech and Lisa jumped out of her bones then wheeled toward the end of the hall. He let out a string of expletives because she couldn’t move faster than the speed of light.

Oh, hell no.

I grabbed her shoulder, stopping her. "Why don't you go talk to Jon's staff and let him know the interview will have to be canceled."

Lisa was a spunky chick. When she was first introduced, she traded barbs with Cade even though she was barely five feet tall. The fact that worry shaded her gaze set sirens off in my head. Sirens that the alcohol in my system dulled.

“There is no way he’s going to give an interview in his current state,” I said adamantly.

I didn’t wait for that to sink in because from the noise barreling from the end of the hallway, I needed to get to Cade before he razed the place to the ground.

Even liquid courage couldn’t prepare me for the number Cade had done on the dressing room.

It looked like a toddler took the block of space, gave it a good shake then dropped it in favor for a shiny new toy. Every chair in the room was upside down. The mirror was splintered, shards of glass glittering on every surface. Bulbs flickered ominously overhead. Clothes were strewn about. Makeup, coffee, and bottles created a Pollock painting of stuff. The last brave soul skittered past me with a look on their face that said ‘Good luck’.

Cade’s back was to me, his muscles pulsing through his blazer like at any moment he’d Hulk out and shred everything to pieces.

He whirled to face me, a scowl on his face that softened when he realized I wasn’t another staffer or Lisa. When I took in his crazed eyes I wanted to retreat, but I remembered that I was the handler. I couldn’t show fear. I was in charge.

I put on a mask. Nothing but business. “What’s the problem, Cade?”

“You look great,” he deflected. He popped the collar of his polo like that changed the rest of his misshapen appearance.

“You look terrible.”

I unwisely stepped in his direction and even with five feet between us, he reeked. He smelled like he guzzled every liquor store in a fifty mile radius.

I pinched my nose closed. “Was there some sort of party I didn’t know about?”

“You tell me,” he winked, giving me a look over. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one living it up. I thought you looked amazing in corporate chic, but club siren looks great on you.”

Under different circumstances, I might have been flattered. But considering he was slurring every other word and was leering at my chest like a first class douche, I swatted the comment away. “The interview is canceled, Cade.”

“Canceled?” His blond eyebrows drew together in confusion, but it only lasted for a minute. “Is this Lisa? Because I told her-”

“This isn’t Lisa, this is me,” I said firmly. “And as a representative of Whitmore and Creighton-”

“A representative?” he scoffed. “That’s all you are to me, huh?”

“Yes, that’s all I am.” My filter must have been on a mojito fueled vacation because I gave it to him straight. “Once upon a time, back when you were just a hot guy in movies where things went boom, I fantasized about you. I wondered what it would be like to meet you. To know you. But this?” My face creased in disappointment as I gestured at the mess. “I’d give anything to go back to the fantasy. I’d give anything to go back to you just being an amazing actor that I put on a pedestal. Because the guy standing in front of me is pretty pathetic.”

He went quiet, his face blank, like all expression and understanding had been erased.

I let out a hiss of frustration. Of course he was too trashed to comprehend what I was saying, so I needed to keep stuff short and straight to the point. “The interview is canceled.”

I gave the room another glance then stepped toward the door. “We’ll have to apologize to the staff some other time.”
With one hell of a swag bag
, I thought, making a mental note. “Let’s get you in a cab and-”

“Today’s the anniversary.”

I looked back at him and froze when I saw his eyes were filled with tears.

“I killed her. Seven years ago today.”

I had to have misheard him. Even if I hadn’t, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear more. That privileged, take-it-to-the-grave stuff was for lawyers and priests.

I pretended that I didn’t hear him, maintaining a safe distance. “Let’s get you home, Cade.”

“I was everything to her,” he trailed on, trudging back to the mirror, glaring into it like he hated who was reflected back at him. “She was just a pretty face to me. I didn’t love her. I mean, if I loved her, I would have written her more when I was in the sandbox instead of putting my dick in every piece of pussy I could find.” He punched the top of the vanity, making me jump. “I didn’t care about the mission or making a goddamn difference. I just cared about myself.”

I swallowed the knot in my throat, thinking, knowing he was about to tell me something horrible. “Cade-”

“She used to say that she couldn’t live without me, that she’d rather die than be alone. When she found out...” He shook his head, not finishing. Not needing to. “I thought I was the shit. Like she should have been honored that I decided to stick it out with her. And the other girls? That was just the price she had to pay to be Mrs. Cade Wallace.

“When I came back from my tour, she was different. Quiet. But I was still so hung up on myself that I couldn’t see her slipping away. Didn’t see it until it was too late and I...I...I found her.” He gasped, like he was back there. Back in that place. “I found her in the bathtub.”

He didn’t say any more than that but I filled in the blanks. Suddenly his comments about meeting the soldier and feeling like a fake, shying away from his military service, it all made sense.

“I’m not a hero. And I have no right to play one, or profit from it.” Tears lashed down his face. “How can I sit across from that desk and act like one? Act like I’m worth a damn?”

After a day of being on top of the world, feeling like I could take on anything on, I looked at him and felt completely and utterly useless. I couldn’t even begin to relate or understand what it would be like to find my significant other dead at their own hand. Even with this massive, giant of a man brought low, sobbing uncontrollably, I would never truly know what he was going through.

I went to him, my hand hesitating a few inches above his back as Jacob’s face flashed through my mind.

You’re a fixer
, I thought firmly.
You’re not cheating if you’re just trying to help your client.

His tears stopped as soon as my hand made contact. He closed his eyes, his heavy breathing slowing as I stroked his back, telling him it wasn’t his fault. Telling him everything would be okay.