The Alpha Billionaire Club Trilogy (11 page)

I
opened
my eyes to a dark room, momentarily forgetting where I was. I shifted to sit up, and the arm tightening on my waist brought me back to reality. I was in Dylan’s penthouse. We’d crashed after the most intense sex I’d ever had. And I thought Dylan had said some profound things in the middle of it. About me belonging to him. Not weekend fling kind of stuff.

Just as I wondered why I was awake, I heard a ping from the side of the bed. My phone. Someone was texting me. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was after two in the morning. Who would be texting me? Belatedly, I remembered the weird messages I’d gotten earlier. I’d thought they were a mistake, until I saw my name. It had been stupid to hope they’d go away if I ignored them. I’d just wanted one night of a fairy tale with Dylan. A night when nothing could go wrong. Peter had almost ruined that, but punching him had been a fantasy for a while, so his offensive behavior turned out to be a blessing.

Easing out from under Dylan’s arm, I left the bed, grabbing my phone from the bedside table on the way to the bathroom. Maybe it was just one of my friends drunk texting me from a bar. It
was
Friday night. That didn’t happen often, but it did happen. I checked the display on the phone. It was not a friend.

I’m tired of all this bullshit.

Meet me at your house at 3am.

The last text had just come in. Tired of trying to ignore this, since the texter was obviously not going away, I typed back,

Who are you? How do you know where I live?

A pause. I held my breath, terrified by the possible answers. Was it someone I worked with?

You know who this is, stupid bitch. Your 10,000 wasn’t enough. I want the rest.

Steven. I’d thought he was long gone. My lawyer had looked for him and found no traces of the Steven I’d known. And what did he mean by
the rest
? He’d taken my entire savings account. There wasn’t any more to give.

I don’t have anything else. You took everything.

I know you have more. I’ve been through your files. Meet me in 30m or I send this everywhere. Come alone!!!

A second later another text popped up. No words, just a video. Dread pooling in my stomach, I hit play. At the first frame, bile rose in my throat. It was us, Dylan and me, in the hallway the night before. His hand up my skirt, me clinging to his shoulders, my head tipped back, clearly in the middle of orgasm. Both our faces were easy to see, despite the low light in the hallway. If this got out, there would be no hiding from it.

I sank to the floor of the bathroom, my heart sick with despair. I’d had one night with Dylan. And it had been perfect. He’d been perfect. I’d spent half the time wondering if I really could be falling in love with a man I’d just met. Now, here it was. Cinderella was turning back into a pumpkin earlier than expected.

A hot tear dripped down my cheek. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay, to wake Dylan up and ask him to fix this like he’d fixed that horrible dinner the night before. Like he’d fixed Peter. He would if I asked. Somehow, he could make this problem go away too.

But could he do it faster than Steven could send that video out to news station, blogs, to anyone who’d love to use it to bring one of the rich and famous low? Maybe not. And this could ruin Dylan. It might not hurt the casino. A secret tryst in a hallway probably played well for the reputation of a guy who ran a casino. But I’d learned that afternoon that the casino was only a small part of his responsibilities.

Dylan ran Kane Enterprises with his brother and a cousin. They were involved in all sorts of businesses and had government contracts with some of them. They also had a board of directors Dylan had described as ‘a bunch of uptight old geezers’. What would those geezers do if Dylan was caught in a sex scandal? Could they push him out? It was possible, depending on how the stock was divided. I couldn’t afford to ask, not now. I knew Dylan would help me. At what danger to himself? Given how he reacted when Peter had manhandled me, Dylan might be pissed enough to go after Peter without covering his own ass.

I couldn’t let that happen. Dylan had given me more in the short time I’d known him than any other man. No one else had even come close. I wasn’t going to let Steven hurt him. Steven was my mistake. I would make him go away. My phone pinged again.

You have 27m. Then I release the video.

My finger hovered over the phone, blurry through the tears in my eyes. I didn’t want to leave. But I had to protect Dylan. Hand shaking, I typed,

I’ll be there.

I
’ll be there
.

The text I’d just sent glared up at me like an accusation. I was out of time to debate right vs. wrong. I’d set things in motion. Now I had to act. It was two thirty-seven in the morning. I had until three am to get to my house or Steven would send out the video he’d taken of Dylan and me in the hallway at the Delecta, Dylan’s hand up my dress in the act of making me come, complete with my ecstatic moans.

My stomach rolled at the thought of that video on phones and computers across the world. I wouldn’t attract that kind of attention on my own, but Dylan would. He was Dylan Kane. Plenty of people would love to see such a successful, attractive man brought low. More important, his board of directors would not be happy. If this spun out of control, he could lose the business he’d worked so hard for.

I stood, peeling myself off the cold bathroom floor, and looked in the mirror. My eyes were red, my skin pale, and my hair a dark tangle still caught in the pins from my formal up-do. Frantic, I yanked at the pins, and pulled a brush through my hair.

I had to get out of here without being noticed. Severe bedhead was not going to help. No makeup and a ponytail were a start. The gleam of gold at my throat caught my eye. I’d forgotten the jewelry Dylan had bought me. I couldn’t take it with me. My eyes closed in despair, I unfastened the necklace and removed the earrings, setting them on the counter beside the sink. The bracelet was a little trickier, especially with my sight blurred by tears.

I shut off the bathroom light and cracked the door open. Dylan slept on his stomach, head turned to the side, away from the bathroom and closet. Trying to keep absolutely silent, I crept across the carpet and sneaked into the closet. The drawers holding my underwear opened on smooth bearings, making no sound.

I pulled a pair of jeans from a hangar and hoped they fit. They did. With a dressy blouse, I’d fit in with the casino crowd. I didn’t have my purse or my wallet. Ditto on house keys. My phone, with its payment app for some of the local taxis, would get me home. The hidden key beneath my back deck would get me in. That would have to be good enough.

I needed to know how much time I had left, but I wasn’t foolish enough to turn on my phone in the dark room. It was going to be enough of a challenge to get out without Dylan hearing. I felt for a pair of shoes on the closet floor, hoping I grabbed something I could walk in. Still in my bare feet, I sneaked out of the bedroom, every nerve alert for the sound of Dylan moving. All I heard were his quiet breaths.

My heart hurt at what I was doing. He’d hate me for this. I knew it. But I wouldn’t let Steven ruin him. Steven had done enough to me. I couldn’t allow his ugliness to take anything away from Dylan. As hard as Dylan worked, and as much as he loved his company, he didn’t deserve to have Steven jeopardize it all.

At the door to the penthouse, I paused. Dylan used a pass-card to access the penthouse floor. Would I need it to leave? I guessed I’d find out soon enough. The heavy front door was too well built to creak, but I was careful with the handle, afraid it would click into place loudly enough to wake Dylan. I waited until I was in the elevator, moving to the first floor without needing the key, before I put on my shoes. I’d grabbed high heeled sandals. Not the best match for my jeans and blouse, but they’d do.

Security wasn’t watching me as far as I knew. I wasn’t a prisoner at the Delecta despite Dylan commandeering my keys and purse. But he might pull up the security cameras to see where I went when I left. I thought about catching a cab from a different casino, but Dylan had my driver’s license. He wouldn’t have to work very hard to find me. And I was running out of time to meet Steven. I made my way to the front doors and pulled up the app on my phone to pay for the taxi. Fortunately, one of the taxis that accepted electronic payments was waiting for a passenger. I slid into the back and gave him my address, checking the time. Seven minutes.

I’m on my way
, I typed. A few seconds later my phone pinged with a reply.

I said not to be late
. My head was twisted with fear and my heart heavy at the decision I’d made. But now that I was committed to leaving, anger was taking the front seat. I’d moved as quickly as I could. Why did Steven have to be such an asshole about it? Hadn’t he taken enough from me? Now he was getting ready to take more and he couldn’t give me an extra five minutes.

I reminded myself that losing my temper would not help. Steven had that video of Dylan and me. He was probably looking for an excuse to use it. Pissing him off wouldn’t help me. The whole point of leaving Dylan was to protect him from Steven. If I couldn’t control myself, not only would I be losing Dylan, Dylan might lose his company.

Taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart, I tapped out another text.

Sorry. I had to sneak out. Couldn’t rush. Just a few more minutes.

No response. Watching the city flash by outside the window of the cab, I tried to take Steven’s silence as a good sign. My eyes blurred as tears filled them. I didn’t want to feel sorry for myself, but I was having a hard time not adding self-pity to all the other emotions roiling inside me. I’d sworn to stay away from men. Then I’d met Dylan, and for once it seemed like I’d found a good man, one worth loving. Now I had to leave him to protect him from my previous terrible choice.

My future stretched before me, clouded by Steven. If he was back for more this time, what was to say he wouldn’t return over and over? Especially now that he had that video. I had no real way to get it from him. I could demand the phone he’d used to film it, but surely he’d already uploaded it to a cloud storage site or put in on a computer. I could never be sure all copies of it were truly gone. Never. It would always exist.

A tiny voice in my head whispered that Dylan could take care of this. He could make one call to Axel and the two of them would be all over it. Except if I didn’t face Steven in about two minutes, the video would be out there for the world to see and all the data recovery in the world couldn’t stop it. Steven was an asshole, but he was smart. Maybe if he’d given me a little more time to think this over, I could have come up with a better solution than giving in to blackmail. Twenty minutes had left me barely enough time to dress and flee the Delecta. Not even. Twenty minutes had just passed, and I was still a mile from my house.

Two minutes
, I typed.

I’m on your back deck.

Great. The last place I wanted to be with Steven was alone in the dark. But we’d do this outside. I wasn’t letting that bastard in my house. The cab pulled onto my quiet residential street, lined with small bungalows like my own, all dark for the night. I lived in a community of families and older residents. No one would be up at this hour. I couldn’t decide if that was good or bad.

Exiting the taxi, I closed the door as quietly as I could and headed around the side of my house. My back deck came into view, enveloped in shadows. I couldn’t see Steven, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there, watching me. I kept the spare key to the house in a hidden compartment under my deck, secured by a combination lock. I’d never had to use it before. I hoped the lock still worked. I waited a few seconds for Steven to show himself. When he didn’t, I decided to get the key. I’d have to move it later if Steven saw where I kept it. But I’d worry about that tomorrow. I had enough to stress over without adding about my spare key.

The combination lock was stiff, and I had to lay on my back in the gravel beneath the low deck, but I got the key. I was coming to my feet, shoving the key in my pocket, when Steven stepped out from behind a nearby tree.

I jumped in surprise, the heels of my sandals slipping in the gravel, but I managed to stay quiet. I really didn’t want to wake the neighbors. The family on the left side of the house had two young kids. They were sweet. On my right was Mrs. Carmody. She had ears like a hawk and hated noise. I was quiet, so it wasn’t usually a problem, but if she caught us skulking in the dark on my back deck, she’d call the police. That would be a problem.

“You’re alone,” Steven said, sounding oddly curious.

“What do you want?” I was surprised at how steady my voice was. Inside I was trembling with fear and rage.

“I wasn’t sure you’d be smart enough to ditch the guy. You almost hit the mother-load there, didn’t you? How’d you like my video? Hot, right? I must have jerked off watching you come five times already.”

“What do you want?” I hissed again, my stomach turning at the thought of Steven watching me with Dylan.

How had I ever thought I liked him? Looking at Steven in the shadows of my deck, he was completely unassuming. By all rights he should have looked like a dirty, greasy weasel. Instead he was blandly handsome. Blond hair in a conservative cut. Khakis. A dark blue polo shirt. An evil bastard wearing the costume of a normal, everyday guy, and I’d fallen for it.

“You don’t want to talk about my movie making skills? How about we talk about distribution? I can have that video up where the whole world can see it anytime. Won’t take me more than a minute or two.”

“What. Do. You. Want?” I demanded one more time. If he wouldn’t tell me what he wanted, I couldn’t give it to him and make him leave me alone.

“I want your 401k,” he said. “I saw the statement in your files. You’ve got almost sixty grand in that thing. Sign it over to me and I’ll give you the video. And I don’t want you to see that guy again. Dylan Kane is a problem I don’t need. You go back to him, I show the video.”