by Leah Holt
“No, Stefan, you don't.” Still holding the door, I attempted to close it.
Pushing his hand against the wood, Stefan said, “Hegan, she's not who you think she is.”
“I don't care what you think, I talked to my dad and you can go home by the way. I was going to tell you after, but since you're here now, go home” Rolling my head, I wanted to slam the door in his face.
He didn't like me, I got that loud and clear. Since he came to work for my family it was like he despised my existence. I could feel it. He didn't think I deserved any of what was coming to me, instead he wanted it to come to him..
Stefan didn't have to say it; the way he kissed my dad's ass, had his nose shoved so far up it he could smell his insides, that said enough.
He was our butler, but he went well beyond his title. If my father barked, he was right there listening. I think he thought I should have been doing the same.
But that's not who I am. I'm Hegan Alexander, not Brandon the second. And Stefan could fucking shove it.
I wasn't going to stand here and listen to him trying to convince me of some fucking story he thinks he found out. That guy had no clue what was going on between Noella and me.
And it was none of his business.
After calling my dad, I was finally able to convince him that the butler wasn't needed. I knew when he showed up it was to spy on us, my dad basically confirmed it.
He said he just wanted to make sure that everything at the house was good. He figured a little extra help here would ensure I didn't do anything stupid, like ruin the place. Yup, he trusted me, right?
But after a pretty intense yelling match, he said I could send Stefan home. Which, even if he'd said no, Stefan was leaving one way or another.
I wasn't going to let him stay.
“Excuse me? Your father sent me here, and I plan on telling him everything I know, Hegan. About her and who she is.” He raised his face to mine, his beady eyes glazing over.
This fucking guy was trying to threaten me. What could he possibly know? That she isn't royalty like my father would want? That was the least of my worries.
“Stefan, go home. I don't care what you tell my father.” I felt my muscles tense, rigid and hard against the skin. Each one pressed angrily to be used, I was ready to fucking hit him.
“No? You don't care? Well what if I said I spoke with Gloria?” An evil smirk peeked over the edge of his jaw, lifting up slowly towards his ear.
“What?” Balling my fists, I elbowed the door fully open, the handle smacked against the wall as I muffled, “What did you say?”
“Don't worry, Sir. I'm sure your dad won't mind a bit, right?”
Baring my teeth, a heavy growl fell from my throat. “Mind your own business, Stefan.”
Shock, fear, anger; it all hit my stomach like a wrecking ball. He was trying to instigate me, get me riled up so I would crack. What was that going to do for him?
He wanted me gone; always has.
Was this his way of trying to push that ladder out from under me? Motherfucker, he was a dick. That fucking asshole was trying to cement his place in my home, in my life... But this?
This was a side of him I didn't see coming.
An ominous chuckle rolled off his tongue, head tipping back slightly. “Hegan, this is my business. And when you're gone, when you're left with nothing...” Stefan closed his eyes tight, shaking his head. “I'll finally get what's coming to me, what your father owes me.”
“Owes you? My dad doesn't owe you shit! What do you think, huh? That with me out of the picture he's going to give you thousands of dollars?”
“Be ready, Hegan. Maybe you should start packing now.” He turned and started down the hall, whistling loudly it radiated off the walls.
What the hell is going on? What the fuck is he trying to do to me? Nothing was making sense, none of the pieces seemed to fit together. Stefan wasn't getting anything if I was gone.
Was he?
No. He had to be crazy.
Unless my dad had his hands in this too.
Gripping the door, I slammed it shut. The walls rattled to the ceiling, shaking everything around me. I didn't know exactly what Gloria had told him, what information she gave away. If he knew about me buying her for a baby, that could seal my fate right there.
My insides boiled with a mix of rage and fear.
Fear wasn't something I was used to feeling. And I didn't like it.
I was always in control, always the one to call the shots. Lately it seemed my hands had been getting bound in all directions. Nothing was coming easy, but now Noella was mine. At least I had her, she was all I really needed.
Pacing wildly around the room, my fingers drove through my hair, tearing at the roots. This could be bad, this could be so fucking bad.
She agreed, now this? Glancing at the clock I had to get my shit together. I was having dinner with Noella in twenty minutes, and I couldn't go in all worked up over Stefan.
Tugging my white t-shirt over my head, I hit my neck with some cologne and headed downstairs.
Standing in the entryway, I watched for headlights. I had ordered Chinese food, not exactly romantic, but I'm no chef. When you spend your entire life having people do shit for you; cooking gets thrown out the window.
Why learn when you don't have to? Right?
***
Lighting the last candle, a delicate clicking sound reverberated through the air. Here she comes. It looks perfect.
Checking the table, everything was exactly how I wanted it. This was dinner for us, just her and myself. Stefan was off in another end of the house, hopefully packing his bags to leave tomorrow.
As she turned the corner it was like her feet hit rough pavement. She stopped, mouth hanging open, eyes flickering in unison with the candle flames. “What's this?” Noella asked, the tiny sparks igniting in the gunmetal of her stare.
“Well, it looks like dinner to me. Homemade too.” It didn't matter how upset and angry I had just felt not thirty minutes ago, once I saw her, everything drained away.
The room seemed to brighten, her face glowing with warmth. “Homemade?” she asked smiling, ear reaching towards her shoulder.
“Well, it was made by someone. That counts doesn't it?” Shrugging my shoulders, I held my hands out.
“Not exactly, but we can go with it.” She laughed as she stepped in. “I take it you don't cook?”
“Let's just say you're better off if I don't cook.” Reaching for her chair, I pulled it out. “Please, sit.”
“Thank you.” Noella spoke softly, hair brushing across her cheeks. Wiping it away she said, “It smells good. I love Chinese, and it's fun to cook too.”
“You cook?” My brow arched up, as I sat. “I wouldn't have thought you liked cooking.”
“And why not? You keep forgetting—”
Finishing her sentence, I said, “I know, I don't know everything about you.” Nodding my head, I poured us both a glass of wine. “But that's what we're going to take care of. You said you needed answers and stuff...” I brought the glass to my lips, taking a sip. “So now's your chance.”
Watching her face flush, the orange flame brushed her skin, dancing across each dip and curve. She was so intoxicating, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Noella was exactly who the word beauty was made for.
A lot of people think that in order to be beautiful you need to have flawless skin, and a perfect body; but that is far from the truth. Looking into her eyes, I knew there was more to that word.
I felt her, not just saw her. Noella drove prickles up my back, she made it hard to breathe when she entered a room. And when her voice spilled from behind her plump lips, my entire world stood still.
To be beautiful, truly beautiful, you only needed to do one thing.
Be yourself.
And she never stepped outside who she was. Sure when I met her she was Copper, stripper and cock teaser extraordinaire. But right here, right now, she was Noella.
This
was the reason I hadn't found anyone before.
Because there was no one else like her.
Pursing her lips, each small wrinkle rolled across the gloss. She was thinking, tapping her finger against her chin. “Alright, we'll start small. What's your birthday?”
“Really? I tell you to ask me something and that's what your first question is?”
“Hey! If I have to pretend to be your girlfriend and at some point I'm supposed to have your child, then these are things I need to know.”
“Alright, alright,” I said, holding my hands up, palms out. “September third, nineteen- ninety, happy?”
“Very. Okay, your turn.” Her slender finger rolled out, directing me to speak.
“My turn?”
“Yeah, your turn. You should know shit about me too.”
“Hm, give me a second.” Looking at the ceiling, I shifted between her and the skylight. There was plenty of things I wanted to know about her, but my head was blank. “Okay, where did you grow up?”
“Coventry. Until a year ago, then we moved to Providence. You know I said that at lunch?” A thin brow pulled up, lips remaining parted.
God, this woman is beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off her, even the tiniest detail of her face kept me mesmerized.
“Yeah, well, lunch was a bit distracting for me. If you hadn't realized that already. Why did you move?”
“Uh, uh, uh.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, waving a single finger. “One question at a time, it's my turn.” Picking up her fork, she poked around the food on her plate. “What's your middle name?” she said, sliding a piece of chicken into her mouth.
“Skip.”
With her mouth half full, she mumbled. “No, you can't skip. What is it?”
“Really? I don't want to say it, it's embarrassing.”
“Come on, no one likes their middle name, it's a fact. So spit it out already, it can't be that bad.”
“Fine. But let me go on record saying I don't want to hear it ever again.” Rolling my eyes, the word fell out as a whisper. “Regan.”
Chuckling, she brought her napkin to her face. “What? Really? Regan?” Her laugh grew louder as she said it together. “Hegan Regan?” I watched her body shake with each attempt to inhale, trying to contain her laughter.
“Yes, can we move on now?” My lip curled at the corner. I hated my middle name, but it was comical. I couldn't deny the fact that the two names rhymed with each other, and to this day I had no idea what my parents were thinking.
“Okay, I'm sorry. Go, your turn.” Her lips sealed tight, small giggles still emanating from inside her throat.
“Why did you move?”
Noella stopped smiling immediately. Her body tensed up, back going stiff. “Well, that's when my mom got sick. We moved to be closer to the hospital she's been in.” Resting her fork on the table, her fingers began to wrap around each other.
“I'm sorry, that has to be tough.” I didn't really know what to say. I've never been in a situation like that before. No one close to me has ever been gravely ill or come close to death. So finding the words to give her some form of comfort wasn't easy.
But that's what I wanted to do. I had the overwhelming urge to grab her and hold her, tell her I would fix her mom and it would all be fine.
Wow, where is this coming from? I've never felt like this before, never wanted to do anything I could to help someone else.
Watching her entire frame fill with worry and fear, it pained me; hitting me right in the gut. Her pain had become my pain, and I needed to stop it, for her.
Noella shook her head. “It's alright. It'll be okay.” Her lungs started to rapidly fill with air, nose squeaking as she took in slow deep breaths. She was on the brink of crying.
“Yes, it will be. I'll make sure of it, I promise.”
Lifting her eyes to mine, the welling water balanced on the edges of her lids. “You can't promise me that, Hegan. Even if you did give her everything she could ever need, you can't promise that.”
My stomach whirled with a feeling I wasn't familiar with. Was it sadness? Uncertainty? Or just human nature to feel her emotions? I didn't know.
I've spent years burying anything and everything if it tried to clench my insides. Those feelings weren't welcomed in my world, and I learned early on that my feelings didn't really matter.
“Noella, I'm going to make sure your mom gets what she needs. I can promise you that.” Wrapping my fingers around hers, I squeezed firmly. “And I'm serious. Regardless of anything else, I can promise you that.”
Her shoulders rolled forward, sniffling into her napkin. I could tell she was close to her mother, this hit her deep. A single tear crested her lid, trailing down her cheek. Cupping her chin, my thumb brushed the drop away.
Every nerve in my body became charged, firing rapidly. Noella deserved a life where she didn't have to worry, didn't have to struggle. My brain started to toil over my goal and my feelings. What the hell am I doing? Is this worth it? Worth everything?
“Why do you need me to have your baby? You said you'd lose everything, but I need more. Why?” Narrowing her eyes, she searched my face, searched me for the answer.
Her need to understand the entirety of this and what I put on her; plagued every muscle in her face.
Taking a deep breath, I gave her the reason she was looking for. “On my birthday, my dad told me I needed to give him a grandchild. He said if I didn't, then he was going take everything from me. Everything.” Tearing my eyes from hers, my hands fell limp. “I don't want to live on the street, in an alley. I need this.”
“So were both screwed, huh?”
“I don't know, Noella.” Spinning my fork against the table, I couldn't look at her. I've been trying to keep my head straight, focused on what was supposed to happen.
But it was getting harder to do. Everything I had been so sure of was slowly dissolving around me.
I didn't have the answer anymore.
Chapter Sixteen
Noella
My mind had been made up, he was getting what he wanted. Was I nervous about that? Afraid of what my future would be like with a baby in the picture?
The answer was simple.
No.
I was more afraid of what my mother would go through if I didn't. Watching Hegan fiddle with his fork, tossing food around his plate like a child trying to avoid vegetables, I could tell he felt differently.
He didn't know what his future looked like, or what the hell he wanted out of his life. The only thing he had been focused on was the money coming to him. Money that in the end wouldn't do shit to really make him happy.
“Hegan, what do you want out of this besides money?” Tilting my jaw, a single curl broke free, framing my eye.
“What do you mean?” Confusion filled his face, brows forcing down, wrinkles riding up to the crest of his forehead.
“You probably could have hired a lawyer to fight your dad's offer, but you decided to just go for the baby. Why? I know you're not stupid, a baby is a lot of work.”
Hegan sat still, an open gaze fixed across his face. His mouth was thin as a razor, no words forming against his tongue. Shaking his head, eyes falling back to his plate, he didn't have an answer to give.
“You don't know?” I said, lip perching to the side. My hand wrapped around his wrist, fingers gently circling the ink. “What's the first thing that comes to mind when I ask you, what do you want?” Tracing the deep lines penetrating his skin, I watched goosebumps ride up his arm.
Licking his lips, he forced out hot oxygen from his lungs. “You,” he said, jerking his head up. “That's what I think, I want you.”
I didn't expect that, every inch of me went numb. Chills ran over my body, the hair on my neck standing as the words reached my brain.
What? He can't be serious, can he? My walls that had been protecting me started to crumble, withering away as he spoke. Hegan didn't break his fixed stare, he peered into my eyes, his en
tire body trembling subtly in his seat.
“What?” That was all I could mutter out. I felt like I had been torn out of my body. My lungs seized, muscles tensing with a wanton need to just leap over the damn table and kiss him.
“You're the first thing that came to my head, you.” Leaning in, he brushed the curl behind my ear. “I don't think you realize how incredible you truly are.” Lifting my head, he caressed the exposed flesh of my neck.
No. No. He doesn't know what he's saying. This was a job, a cash job. A baby for him and all the help I could get for my mom. How could he sit there and try to steal my heart too?
I already agreed to give him what he wanted!
Why is he doing this?
Parting my lips, I tried to speak, but only a voiceless huff spilled out. My throat gurgled with sound, short pants rolled off my tongue. Finally finding my voice, I said, “Hegan, you don't know what your saying.”
“Yes, I do.” He pulled on my face, stretching my back forward, bringing me closer to his chiseled jaw. His mouth brushed against my cheek, whispering into my ear. “I know what I want, I'm just sorry it took me so long to find it.” His dampened lips pressed against my skin, light kisses floating down to my neck.
Rolling my head, my eyes fell back inside my skull. Colors started to shoot across my lids; blues, greens, yellows. The bright flashes coated my brain, dripping down to my belly, and driving the butterflies into a rampant storm.
Draping my hands over his shoulders, I dug my nails into the muscles of his back. It was a raw, feral heat between us. Sweat broke across his skin, emerging in small droplets as he pulled me onto his lap.
I had surrendered to my feelings, to the smoldering coals burning in my gut. His palms opened against my upper back, slowly trailing down my spine. Shivers transcended across my skin, head falling back, a light moan escaped into the dimly lit room.
Rocking my hips against his waist, I could feel his bulge pressing up. The thick cock massaged my clit as we glided our bodies together. Every thought that hung on chains around my brain had ceased. Having his baby, the debt I had... All of it.
