into the office yesterday. He could smell her on him, he’d
told Blair. When he asked where she was so he could hug her too, Blair had been
too pissed off to try and smooth over what had happened so his dad wouldn’t be
mad too.
“She’s left me. Just packed up her shit
and left me hanging. We were going to go into business together. Bruce and our lawyer
had worked all night on a contract that would benefit him and me, and when she
was called to come and look it over before she signed it, we were told she was
gone.” He waited for his dad to agree with him, but he shook his head before
saying anything.
“This contract, it was written by you
and Bruce’s lawyers, so how much input did she have in it?” He didn’t get the
chance to answer before his dad went on. “And as much as I hate to ask you this,
because as surely as I’m sitting here, I’m hoping the answer is better than I
think. Where did you mate with that poor girl at?”
“She was just as needy as I was.” He’d
felt stupid at his outburst and still did. “We were in the back of the limo
when it happened. I had planned to make it up to her when she went back to the
hotel with me.”
“Your hotel, no doubt.” He nodded, not
liking how his dad was making him look. “And was there going to be flowers? Music?
Maybe a bottle of champagne to make this up to her?”
His dad stood up and left his office
without even waiting for an answer. Not that he had one to give him. Blair
hadn’t thought of those things. She’d been…she was his, and he’d taken her like
a horny school kid and had pissed her off. And now his dad was, too.
“I have to fix this.” Justine nodded and
moved toward her desk. “Will you help me?”
“No. You’re on your own now.” She was
putting on her jacket and picking up her purse when she looked at him. “You
want this woman? Then I’d suggest you figure this out on your own. I’m finished
trying to teach you how to be a good man. If you don’t want her, and I mean the
forever kind of want her, then I suggest you leave her alone. She can fend for
herself, and I’m pretty sure she can kick your ass while she’s at it.”
He sat there for an hour, trying to
think. He knew that he could be overbearing and bossy, but that was who he was.
Why did everyone expect him to change and not her? He’d been…he’d been an ass,
and he knew it, but she was pretty unbending, too. He stood up and decided to
go to her house. She’d either let him in or not, but he had to try and fix
this. If for no other reason than to make good with his dad.
The drive to her house didn’t improve
his mood much. He’d tried several times to call her but still got no answer. He
was pulling in the driveway when it occurred to him that this was a done deal
and he was going to be fucked if he didn’t fix this. Actually, he should have
known that sooner, he thought, but he was a slow learner when it came to women.
Damn it all to hell, this was going to kill him, if she didn’t first.
He knocked on the door twice. They were
there, he was sure of it, but not letting him come in. He knew that they’d gang
up on him, and he really didn’t know why, but that sort of hurt. Blair was walking
back to his car when he saw Annabelle in the garden in the back of the house.
He walked around to see if she’d speak to him.
“She’s pissed at you.” He stopped
walking and stood there while she continued hoeing. “I’ve never seen her so
upset with anyone in my life, and I’ve known her since she was a cub. You might
be better off just getting in the tiny little thing you call a car and getting
out before someone realizes you’re here and tries to kill you.”
“I screwed up badly with her. But I
don’t know what to do when she pisses me off, too.” He heard her laugh and
dropped his head in shame. “I’m an asshole, but I don’t mean to hurt her. I
have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing with her or for her because whenever
I get
told Blair. When he asked where she was so he could hug her too, Blair had been
too pissed off to try and smooth over what had happened so his dad wouldn’t be
mad too.
“She’s left me. Just packed up her shit
and left me hanging. We were going to go into business together. Bruce and our lawyer
had worked all night on a contract that would benefit him and me, and when she
was called to come and look it over before she signed it, we were told she was
gone.” He waited for his dad to agree with him, but he shook his head before
saying anything.
“This contract, it was written by you
and Bruce’s lawyers, so how much input did she have in it?” He didn’t get the
chance to answer before his dad went on. “And as much as I hate to ask you this,
because as surely as I’m sitting here, I’m hoping the answer is better than I
think. Where did you mate with that poor girl at?”
“She was just as needy as I was.” He’d
felt stupid at his outburst and still did. “We were in the back of the limo
when it happened. I had planned to make it up to her when she went back to the
hotel with me.”
“Your hotel, no doubt.” He nodded, not
liking how his dad was making him look. “And was there going to be flowers? Music?
Maybe a bottle of champagne to make this up to her?”
His dad stood up and left his office
without even waiting for an answer. Not that he had one to give him. Blair
hadn’t thought of those things. She’d been…she was his, and he’d taken her like
a horny school kid and had pissed her off. And now his dad was, too.
“I have to fix this.” Justine nodded and
moved toward her desk. “Will you help me?”
“No. You’re on your own now.” She was
putting on her jacket and picking up her purse when she looked at him. “You
want this woman? Then I’d suggest you figure this out on your own. I’m finished
trying to teach you how to be a good man. If you don’t want her, and I mean the
forever kind of want her, then I suggest you leave her alone. She can fend for
herself, and I’m pretty sure she can kick your ass while she’s at it.”
He sat there for an hour, trying to
think. He knew that he could be overbearing and bossy, but that was who he was.
Why did everyone expect him to change and not her? He’d been…he’d been an ass,
and he knew it, but she was pretty unbending, too. He stood up and decided to
go to her house. She’d either let him in or not, but he had to try and fix
this. If for no other reason than to make good with his dad.
The drive to her house didn’t improve
his mood much. He’d tried several times to call her but still got no answer. He
was pulling in the driveway when it occurred to him that this was a done deal
and he was going to be fucked if he didn’t fix this. Actually, he should have
known that sooner, he thought, but he was a slow learner when it came to women.
Damn it all to hell, this was going to kill him, if she didn’t first.
He knocked on the door twice. They were
there, he was sure of it, but not letting him come in. He knew that they’d gang
up on him, and he really didn’t know why, but that sort of hurt. Blair was walking
back to his car when he saw Annabelle in the garden in the back of the house.
He walked around to see if she’d speak to him.
“She’s pissed at you.” He stopped
walking and stood there while she continued hoeing. “I’ve never seen her so
upset with anyone in my life, and I’ve known her since she was a cub. You might
be better off just getting in the tiny little thing you call a car and getting
out before someone realizes you’re here and tries to kill you.”
“I screwed up badly with her. But I
don’t know what to do when she pisses me off, too.” He heard her laugh and
dropped his head in shame. “I’m an asshole, but I don’t mean to hurt her. I
have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing with her or for her because whenever
I get
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