Because He Watches Me (Because He Owns Me, Book Nine) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Hannah Ford

“Okay.” She took a breath. “Kane threatened me that if I didn’t do as he asked, he would leak all this terrible stuff about you to the media. We were in his club and—“

  “You went to one of Kane Wright’s clubs? Which one?”

  “Venture, I think it was called.”

  “Right.” Red’s teeth were practically grinding in his jaw.

  “He wouldn’t tell me much, Red—just that if I didn’t meet him there he’d destroy you completely.”

  Red barked another humorless laugh. “I’m going to destroy his face next time I see him. I’m dead fucking serious.”

  “Please calm down.”

  “I’m doing my best Nicole, but this story of yours is really starting to make me crazy.”

  “Nothing happened. I’m fine. I’m here with you now.”

  He glanced at her, his jaw twitching. “Keep going.”

  “I went to the club and he had some creepy people around. He’s definitely into something illegal like drugs or…I don’t even know what.”

  “I’m sure he is. The guy is a piece of garbage.”

  “But he was fairly polite to me, aside from threatening to destroy the reputation of the man I love, that is.”

  “Oh, yeah. He’s very polite.”

  “Anyway,” she continued, grabbing his hand in hers, “he told me that he was interested in getting to know me better.”

  Red’s face positively turned purple. “Please tell me he didn’t say that Nicole.”

  “And he invited me with him on a trip to the Cayman Islands.”

  Red stood up now, his hands clenched into fists. “That’s it, I’m going back to the city. Right now. Where’re my fucking car keys?”

  “Red, stop.”

  He looked at her and his eyes were full of fury. “This man—this man who destroyed my company and practically stole my sanity in the process—tried to make a move on my pregnant wife. And you want me to just sit here and listen? I can’t do that, Nicole. I’m going to wring that asshole’s neck.” He walked toward the kitchen. “Now where did I put my goddamn keys?”

  “This makes me not want to tell you anything,” she called after him. “Every time I tell you something like this, you freak out and then we end up apart again.”

  He put his head in his hands. “I can’t take it, though. I need to do something.”

  “You need to grow up.”

  He took a few deep breaths and straightened, nodding with resignation. “Okay. Okay. You’re right. I just…I’m not very good with this sort of thing.”

  “I’m well aware. Now come over here and sit.”

  He came back and sat once more. They held hands and he met her gaze.

  “You ready to hear the rest?” she asked.

  He nodded dutifully. “Sure. Why not? It’s only one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to listen to in my entire life.”

  “Kane invited me to go with him to The Caymans. Of course I said no. He made it clear that he didn’t expect me to have sex with him, he said there’d be no strings attached.”

  Red snorted. “What a class act,” he said with more than a little sarcasm.

  “Again, I said no thanks. Well, I think I just told him I needed to leave and he asked me to sleep on it.”

  Red looked at her. “So did you tell him no or what? I don’t understand.”

  “I think I was leaving it a little bit open-ended because I didn’t want to get you in trouble.”

  Red closed his eyes and licked his lips. “Remain calm,” he said, as if talking only to himself. “Calm.”

  “And then the last thing that happened,” Nicole said. “He picked Danielle and I up in his limousine while we were walking in Manhattan. He must have been following me or something.”

  She could feel Red’s entire body tense up as she said the words. She knew this whole thing was his worst nightmare come true. But he didn’t say a word.

  “Danielle was telling him he was a jerk, and Kane didn’t seem to mind one bit. He made it clear he’d done enough research to know who she was and even how much money she owed on credit cards and student loans.”

  “Well I can see where this is going now,” Red sighed. “Don’t tell me, you guys let him pay off her fucking debt.”

  Nicole hesitated. “This is the part I’m not so proud of.”

  “Oh, Nicole. You didn’t.”

  “I did. I said I’d go with him to The Caymans if he would pay her debt—nearly a hundred thousand dollars worth—and also keep you out of the media spotlight.”

  Red pulled his hand away from her and rubbed his jaw. “Fuck.”

  “I’m sorry, I know it was stupid. I just—I thought…it was only going to be a couple of days and I couldn’t reach you. Danielle was in trouble and you were in trouble and maybe it would be fixed.”

  “I hate to say it, but that was not the brightest move you’ve ever made,” he said. “I want to say a lot worse, but I know that I love you and that you didn’t intend to hurt me.”

  “I didn’t. I was honestly trying to protect you, Red.”

  He rubbed his hands on his knees. “Okay. Okay. I’m going to stay calm here.”

  “I’m scared that if I back out on the deal—“

  “Of course you’re going to back out,” Red told her. “I don’t give a shit what evidence he has on me. Yeah, I employed undocumented workers. You know why?”

  Nicole shook her head.

  He continued talking, his voice low with barely suppressed rage. “These were people seeking political asylum, but they couldn’t get into the United States anymore because of all the red tape and the Homeland Security crackdown. I’m talking about good people who were speaking out against their horrific governments and their lives were in danger. Occasionally we would find a way to help them. Very, very rarely, but we did it and I’m not ashamed of it either.”

  Nicole couldn’t help but say what was on her mind. “But you’re sure they weren’t terrorists or something? You’re sure they didn’t just fool you into believing they had good intentions?”

  Red laughed. “Yes, I’m sure. They were the very opposite of terrorists. These were reporters, peace activists, men and women who were brave enough to speak out against dictators and abuses of power in their respective countries. What we did wasn’t legal—but I think it was moral. And I don’t care if Kane releases those so-called incriminating documents. Fuck him.”

  “I love you,” she said, smiling at his passion and his bravery. This was a man who was willing to do the right thing even if it put him in jeopardy.

  He smiled at her. “Well, I love you too, buttercup.”

  “But now that Kane’s paid Danielle’s loans off, I’m also scared for her. I can’t imagine what he’ll do if he’s not compensated in some way.”

  “Listen, I’m going to take care of this right now.” Red stood up and walked to the cabinet, opened it, rummaged around. “I know I put my cell phone in here somewhere.”

  “Clearly you intended to forget about it.”

  “It felt good to stop using the phone for awhile,” he said. “Ah. Here it is.” He picked it up and showed it to her. “I’m going to make a call to Kane Wright and deal with this little situation.”

  “Are you sure that’s such a good idea?”

  “I’ve never been more sure.” He smiled at her. “I don’t get any service in the cabin, I need to drive up the road a bit to get a signal. You wait here, I’ll be right back.”

  “Don’t do anything crazy,” she said, suddenly afraid.

  “I’ve never been this clearheaded in all my life.” He grabbed his keys from over by the sink and wrapped his hand around them in a fist. He was smiling, and in that moment Nicole realized something.

  Red Jameson had come back to life.

  ***

  He returned to the cabin about fifteen minutes later, looking satisfied.

  Nicole was walking around the cabin on her slowly healing ankle, trying to regain some mobility. It was a lot better, t
he swelling was down and the bruising had gone from a dark purple to a lighter smattering of blues and greens. “So?” she asked. “How did it go?”

  “It went. I took care of it.” He threw the car keys on one of the bookshelves and looked at her. “You’re getting about nicely.”

  “All credit to my doctor. I’m not sure if it was the frozen peas, or maybe late last night when he found some creative ways to rehab my ankle.”

  “Speaking of which, I’ve got some new positions in mind for today.”

  She expressed a mixture of feigned surprise and genuine pleasure at this statement. “I’m a very willing patient.”

  “I noticed.” He walked to the cabinet and started to rummage through it. “Hungry?”

  “Yeah.” She plopped herself down on a chair and watched him. “So, are you going to tell me exactly what happened or not?”

  Red glanced over his shoulder at her. “I told Kane Wright to stick whatever evidence he has against me up his ass.”

  She laughed. “No you didn’t.”

  “Ummm…yeah. I did.”

  “And that was it?”

  “I told him to leave my fiancé alone, and I assured him that he had plenty of money at his disposal and there were lots of desperate escorts and sex workers who’d be pleased to relieve him of some of it.”

  “Oh, boy,” she sighed, putting a hand on her forehead. “This doesn’t sound like it went well at all.”

  “Actually it went great. Shitheads like Kane Wright respond better to a show of strength. That’s the only thing that backs ‘em off.”

  “But what about Danielle?”

  “Oh, right. I almost forgot.” Red opened a package of bagels, went to the fridge and took out some eggs and bacon. “Breakfast?”

  “Sure. Besides, that’s the only other meal you know how to cook.”

  “True. I suppose I could have just made you toast.” He started the burner and grabbed a pan from above the stove.

  “I’m still waiting to hear about the Danielle situation.”

  “There’s no situation,” Red replied. “Kane started bitching about how there’d been an agreement and he was being ripped off. He gave me the sob story about how he’d paid off her debt under false pretenses, yada yada. So I told him I’d take care of it and I did. Phoned my accountant and had him wire Kane the money right after we hung up.”

  “So you just spent a hundred thousand dollars on Danielle’s loans?”

  “Why not? That’s nothing to me—and it’s worth getting him out of our lives for good.”

  “I feel awful,” Nicole said. “I didn’t mean to start this trouble for you. That’s a lot of money. I’m sure Danielle would be happy to pay you back over time…”

  Red shook his head. He was throwing bacon strips in the pan and they started to pop and snap in the grease. “I don’t want her money. Consider it my formal apology for being such an asshole and running away from my responsibilities. If I’d been around, you never would have been in that situation to begin with.”

  “I guess. It just feels weird to me.”

  Red turned to her. “Nicole, that’s our money. What’s mine is yours. Do you mind that I spent our money to help your friend out of a jam?”

  “I suppose not.” She still felt uneasy, though. “I’d like to call her and let her know what happened. She still thinks that Kane paid off her debt and I’d rather she know the current situation. I’m sure it’ll put her mind at ease.”

  “After breakfast I’ll drive you up the road so you can call her,” he said. “You can’t drive on that ankle.”

  Nicole couldn’t help but smile. Even now, Red was trying to protect her, if only from driving a mile up the road on a sprained ankle.

  When he was done cooking breakfast, they sat down at the table together and ate. “Not bad,” Nicole told him. “I’m impressed. You sure you don’t have any other recipes up your sleeve?”

  He winked. “Maybe one or two.”

  She playfully slapped his arm. “You liar! You can cook!”

  “Who do you think taught Chef Roland everything he knows?”

  “Well, which is it? I thought he taught you.”

  Red shrugged and refused to answer. “So. Moving on, we’ve got bigger fish to fry—so to speak.”

  “We do?”

  He broke off a strip of bacon and popped it in his mouth, nodding and pointing at her belly. “The little elephant in the room. Specifically, in your belly.”

  She automatically put a hand on her stomach and looked down. “Is it crazy that I sort of forgot for a second?”

  “I don’t know. I just know that we have a lot to discuss.”

  “Like?”

  “Like, when do we want to tell people that you’re pregnant? And, what’s the next step? Don’t we need to make you a doctor’s appointment and all of that stuff?”

  Nicole swallowed. “I—I don’t know the answer to any of those questions. I’ve never been pregnant before.”

  “Neither have I, so I guess we’re going to figure it out together.” He chewed his bacon and grabbed her hand in his. “I’m so happy we’re doing this,” he said. “Starting a family together.”

  “Do you have a preference?”

  “I’d prefer our child not have Kane Wright’s accent.”

  “I mean gender.”

  He sat back in his seat and appeared to give it genuine thought. “No. No, I think either way could be amazing. Having a little girl that looked and talked and behaved like you would be exquisite. But then again, it might be a blast to have a boy that I could do boy stuff with too. Know what I mean?”

  She nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. “I do.”

  They ate and talked some more, and Nicole was pleasantly surprised to find they were almost always on the same page about things, as they pertained to the unborn child. Neither of them wanted to stress about getting the kid into fancy private schools like so many wealthy New Yorkers did. They both wanted to find out the sex of the child in advance. Neither of them wanted to have their families overly involved in decisions around how the child would be raised. And Nicole definitely didn’t want to be one of those couples that used nannies to do all of the hard work of raising a child.

  Red agreed with that too—mostly. “I think that a balance has to be found. I know too many rich parents with kids who are more attached to the help than they are to their mom and dad.”

  “The help. It sounds so aristocratic and stuck up. I hope I don’t turn into one of those obnoxious mothers who drink wine and bitch about the help.”

  He laughed. “I don’t see you as that type. Poor choice of words on my part.” He kissed her hand. “That being said, having someone around to give us a spell every once in awhile might not be such a bad thing.”

  “Yeah, they’re called babysitters.”

  “Touché.”

  She smiled at him. “I’m not trying to be bitchy,” she said. “I mean, this is so totally new to me. I’m just thinking aloud.”

  “We’re allowed to think aloud,” he told her with a smile.

  She smiled back. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.”

  “Wait until tonight, when I show you those new positions.”

  ***

  By the time night had fallen, Nicole had made two attempts to call Danielle with no luck, and she’d had no missed calls or voicemails from her either.

  “It’s pretty strange,” Nicole said as they sat outside the cabin in two chairs next to the fire pit Red had made. The fire crackled and sparks flew off it, drifting and floating into the sky.

  “What’s that?”

  “Danielle. I can’t figure out why she didn’t call me back by now.”

  They were toasting marshmallows and Red’s had caught on fire. He pulled it towards his mouth and blew out the flame. Now half the marshmallow was black. “I’m sure she’s just busy. Maybe she has a hot date.”

  “No.” Nicole shook her head. “I know Danielle and she’d be c
alling me back no matter what. She’s always worried about me, and besides—I told her it was important.”

  “Do you want to drive back tonight?”

  Nicole thought about it, as she put her melted marshmallow between two graham crackers and a piece of Hershey’s chocolate. “I’m having too much fun right now. Is that selfish of me?”

  “Yes,” he said, through a mouthful of food.

  She shrugged and bit into her s’more. “God that’s good.” She enjoyed the rich chocolate melting on her tongue. “I’m sure she’s fine. I just have a weird feeling is all. I’m worried that Kane Wright might have gotten to her before we had a chance.”

  “That would be like him,” Red agreed.

  “Thanks, that makes me feel better.”

  “I’m just telling you that he might have contacted her and messed with her head. But once we talk to her, she’ll calm down, even if she’s nervous right now.”

  “As long as she’s just nervous and not…something worse.”

  “Worse?”

  “He had some shady characters working for him. You don’t think he’d have someone hurt her, do you?”

  Red smiled at her. “What, you think Kane Wright put a hit out on your roommate over a measly hundred grand?” He laughed. “He might be an asshole, and he might be a psychopath, but he’s definitely not stupid. And he’d have to be an idiot to hurt her over an insignificant amount of money.”

  “One hundred thousand dollars isn’t significant to most people.”

  Red nodded. “I know. But Kane Wright isn’t most people. The guy spends a hundred grand on a fucking Oscar viewing party, for god’s sake.”

  “Okay, okay. I believe you.” Nicole moved her chair closer to Red’s and snuggled up against him.

  “I feel like I’m at summer camp,” he laughed.

  “Only we’re the last counselors left for the season.”

  “Unless we picked the wrong summer camp and this is Friday the 13th or something.”

  “Don’t even joke about that. It’s way too dark and isolated out here.”

  “Oh, come on. I’ll protect you, babe.” He wrapped a strong arm around her and she smiled because, the truth was, she did feel protected.

  “Can we just stay here forever?”