“You don’t want me, Nic?”
His voice is a silky rasp and so soft it belies the look on his face. That is until he spears a hand into my hair and jerks my head up, bringing my eyes to his.
“I think you’re lying, Nic. I think you want me so bad that you made do with a husband you didn’t want and waited ten years to have my hands back on you. I remember how desperate you were the first time I touched you,” he says with a growl, sliding a hand under the hem of my skirt to cup my sex.
“Law.”
“You were so hot for me you came on the first go, babe. And you’re hot for me now. I knew without having to feel how wet you are. I could smell your need all the way across the room, just like I have every day of this week.”
Oh God. Stay strong, Nico. Do not let him seduce you so easily, not again. But I want him so bad, and he’s not wrong.
“Law!”
“This is mine, Nic,” he says with a growl, caressing my sex with a hard hand. “Don’t ever give it to another man again, or I swear to God you’ll be responsible for his death.”
Instead of fear and revulsion, his possessive actions and words make me feel all swoony and melting. This is the Law I’ve been looking for. Once, when we’d been at a frat party and a guy had tried to rub up against me, he’d broken the guy’s nose and taken me home only to screw the living daylights out of me for hours. At the end, he’d pinned me beneath him and made it clear that if I ever got near another man again he’d lose his shit and spank me so bad I wouldn’t sit for a week.
It might make me sick to like that possessive, violent reaction, but who the hell cares. I like knowing that my man is so obsessed with me that he’s willing to be violent to stake his claim.
Except today. Today I need him to back the hell off before I do something to set us back.
“I belong to no one, Lawson, least of all a spoiled rich boy who treated me like crap and breezed back into my life, thinking I can be had as easily as his next cup of coffee. We had a fling, and now it’s done.”
“Done? Babe, we’ve only just started,” he says with a snarl, pulling my mouth to his for a brutal kiss that immediately sets my blood on fire.
His hand hasn’t left me, and I moan when he wiggles a finger beneath my underwear leg and starts rubbing me in maddeningly slow circles. The contact is light and only glances off where I need it the most.
He’s teasing me, punishing me, and I freaking love it enough that I kiss him back before I can stop myself, my own hands gripping at his hair to pull him closer.
After long minutes of torture, Law pulls back and drops his hands, his chest billowing with grumbled snarls. “Stop being so fucking stubborn, Nic.”
“I’m going to dinner with Leo tonight, so you’re going to have to handle the campaign by yourself.”
I flee after those breathless words and only catch my breath when I’ve hit the lobby and the doors to the building. I’m going home to get ready for my date and screw everyone if they don’t like it. No way can I go back in there and get any work done anyway.
My plan is hanging on by a hair’s breath.
Chapter Twenty
Nico
“You need to stop giving in so easily. Make the guy work for it, Nico,” Leo grumbles, signaling to the waiter for another bottle of wine as we sit over the main course.
I’d run out of work and ignored Law’s repeated calls, going home just after one. I’d spent a good three hours in a coma, catching up on some much needed sleep, and then I’d gotten ready for my date, something I hadn’t wanted to do, feeling as if I were betraying Law in some way.
Ridiculous, seeing as the man has dipped his wick in so many other troughs that I could probably sleep with a different man every night for the next two years and never come close to his numbers.
I’m the one who should feel betrayed, and mostly I do since he’d hit the nail on the head. I’d married Brody and foregone sex, choosing to focus myself on my son, work, and the friendship I had with my husband.
Even after Bro died, I hadn’t allowed myself to entertain thoughts for another man, never mind going out there and dating. I’ve been fooling myself, telling myself that I don’t have time or the energy when really I suspect that I’ve been saving it for him all these years. That rat bastard.
It would serve him right if I took Leo home and indulged in the experiment I’ve been contemplating all afternoon. Part of me insists that I’m only so fixated on the butthead because he’s the first tail I’ve had in years, so it stands to reason that a substitute should do.
And yeah, Leo is more than a good choice. The man is a hundred different types of gorgeous, and I bet he’d be wild between the sheets. Unfortunately for me, my vagina hasn’t received the memo and everything south of my collar is cold enough to rival a glacier.
“Stop lecturing me, Leo. I’m not in the mood to hear what a stupid asshole I am tonight,” I grump, taking a healthy sip of wine.
He sighs and keeps eating, giving me a look every now and again to let me know that he’s not done, just revising his approach. Is it any wonder I haven’t been in contact with the man for years?
I love him but still…
“Okay. Just spit it out,” I say over dessert, losing patience when he gives me another look beneath his lashes.
“Has it occurred to you that Law may never change, Nico? What if he’s come back to do his duty, but that’s all? What if he’s been this emotionless A-hole for so long that he won’t ever be the guy we knew and loved? Sure, the old Law was a little immature, but he wasn’t…cold. He cared about his friends.”
“But he does care. Mose called me yesterday and told me how great it was to reconnect. He said Law was his old self, and he even ribbed you and Polly about being girls who figure skate and wouldn’t know a hockey puck if it bit you in the ass.”
That has to mean something right?
Leo sighs again and shakes his head. I swear, if I have to hear that sound one more time I’m going to slap his teeth free of their moorings.
“Law has always enjoyed verbal sparring, and I don’t think this version of him is any different. But he was definitely not his old self. He stood and stared at the kids all afternoon as if they were aliens from outer space, and he hasn’t called anyone since. We don’t even know if he’s coming to the game on Saturday and Polly invited him.”
“Oh, he’ll be there. Don’t you worry about that,” I say darkly, finishing the last sip of wine and holding my glass out for a refill before focusing on dessert.
“That’s the thing. I’m not worried about him, sweetheart. It’s you that’s got me sweating. I promised Bro that I would be here if you needed me, and darling, you need me. Law isn’t the guy for you anymore.”
I refuse to believe that and glare at him to let him know how much I disagree.
“He has to be. I have more than me to think about here, Leo,” I finally say, feeling the weight of my mistakes all crash down on me in that second. “I should have done things differently. If I’d been less of a coward…but I was terrified to see him again so soon after everything.”
“Brody told me. I was there. You made the only decision you could under the circumstances. Law was not ready, and babe…”—he pauses and his eyes look over my left shoulder going hard—“I’m not sure he’s ready now.”
I think I know what I’ll see when I turn, but for some reason, some really messed up reason I have myself convinced that everything will still be okay, that I’m not about to see something that will break my heart.
I turn slowly, feeling dizzy, knowing that the wine is not responsible for it. No, the reason that I want to puke my guts up and pass out is because Law has just strolled into the restaurant, a tall, extremely attractive blonde draped all over him.
And he’s looking straight at me with a cold smirk that tells me that he knows what he’s doing and he’s enjoying every second of it. I want to crawl into the ground and hide when I feel my face flush and the sting of
tears assault my eyes.
This afternoon had been my one shining moment of hope, a hope that he’s not only dashed in one fell swoop, but that he’s purposefully shattered into a million pieces.
I’m that easily replaceable? As if what we shared meant nothing?
But you told him that it was just a fling, I remind myself, feeling all kinds of foolish for what I said and a hundred times worse because I’d assumed that saying it would only make him try that much harder to bag me.
And here come all the insecurities rushing back. Even in those early days when we’d been together, I’d had to take a lot of time to convince myself that he was serious about me, and not just chasing his next conquest. I’d eventually relaxed and trusted in him.
Yeah, and look where that got you, idiot! In love, heartbroken, and pregnant. If Brody hadn’t been there to pick up the pieces, you wouldn’t have made it to delivery and you know it.
“Nico. Babe, look at me,” Leo says softly, his hand reaching over the table to enfold mine and pull me back to reality.
I turn slowly and meet his eyes, loving and hating the concern and pity I see there. Usually I hate pity, but coming from Leo I know it’s not a negative emotion, rather a shared disappointment for the loss we feel. It’s like losing the battle before it’s even begun really.
“I need to leave, Leo,” I whisper, feeling tears tremble on my lashes.
“No. Don’t you give that fucker the satisfaction, Nico. You hold your head high, finish your dessert, and then you let me take you home. What happens then is up to you, but I think you should really consider letting him go now,” he snarls, holding my gaze with determination.
I know what he’s suggesting, and while it would give me utmost pleasure to throw caution to the wind and give Leo a chance, I know that it would be short lived. I’d be left feeling raw and foolish, and Law would win again.
“I can’t do that, Leo. To you or myself. You’re hot and great, and I would be really lucky to have a great catch like you, but I won’t make you feel like the consolation prize when you’re gold.”
He smiles and lifts my hand, kissing the delicate skin with a smirk.
“Babe, being with you even once would never be anything but the pinnacle of my year, second best or not. Hell, I’d do it even if you told me I was third to some old dude you have crush on,” he says and chuckles, giving me a salacious wink.
His amusement serves as a balm, and I find myself grinning at him, my hand squeezing his tightly before letting go and taking another bite of my dessert.
“You’re so cool. You should meet Cody; I think the two of you would get along really well.”
“Ah, and he takes another hit.” I hear, snarled from my left.
Leo and I both look up to see Law standing beside our table, his face so hard I have to stop myself from rearing back.
“You won’t let me meet your kid, but lover boy gets two dates before you’re ready to play happy family?” he sneers, giving me a brutal once over that is filled with scorn and so much distaste that I feel it dripping from my skin in an ooze of discomfort. “You fucked him yet? Or is that a third date event? If I’d known you needed a little romance first, I would have waited. But then again, who can blame me, Nic. You made it so easy.”
Half the restaurant is silent as the words leave his lips, and I can feel their stares, their mortification, and their curiosity. My face heats before I feel it blanch of color, and I almost feel the anger blazing off Leo before he surges to his feet and goes toe-to-toe with Law.
“You stupid motherfu—”
“No Leo! Please, let’s just go!” I beg, standing to shaky feet as the chocolate mousse curdles in my stomach. “Please, Leo.”
Law sneers at us both and smiles darkly.
“Please, Leo,” he sings, making my hackles rise. “Run along home; I’m sure she’s got a lot more where that came from.”
I’m not into scenes, not in a place where the chances of running into someone I do business with are so high, but I’m no shrinking violet either, and I refuse to let myself be brought low by the likes of him again.
I’d once let him slay me in front of others. I’d begged him and cried and made a pathetic spectacle of myself to the point where even years later I feel the sting of it.
No more.
“Leo and I are friends, Law…something you wouldn’t know about since you seem to pick up and discard people like trash when it suits you. Well, I’m not a piece of trash and what’s more, you’re no goddamned prince. Consider this my resignation, effective immediately.”
He’s still silent when I grab my purse and stalk out, not even waiting for Leo to follow, just needing to get the hell out of there before I do something that I’ll regret, like slap the father of my child into a vegetative state.
I have million things to do, like finally call the bank and meet with the manager, and God I’ll have to look into putting Cody into a public school if I can’t get another job immediately and…
But all I can think as I leave the curious gazes of the restaurant patrons behind and step out to hail a cab is that I am extremely grateful that I didn’t tell him about Cody.
My son will never be like that man back there, and I’ll see to it, even if I have to move to Siberia to escape him.
Chapter Twenty-one
Law
“What the hell did you do Lawson?!”
The tension headache I’ve been nursing since last night started morphing into a migraine as I pinched at the bridge of my nose and listened to Dad rant on the other end of the phone.
I’d waited all morning, but after ten had rolled around, I’d had to accept that Nic was serious. She wasn’t coming back, which left me relying on Jared Fowler and his team.
The minute I’d let myself believe that I’d not only messed up any chance at having Nic, but also lost the best VP in the state, I’d forced myself to call Dad, even knowing what was coming.
“We had an argument at Delucci’s. She quit and stormed out, Dad. What the hell do you expect me to do? I looked over her contract, and there’s a clause that gives her room to leave without notice.”
I’d been so frantic after she and Leo had left that I’d gotten rid of my date—can’t even remember the woman’s name—and gone home to drink. Around my third glass, I’d come up with the idea of locking her in by dragging out her contract.
That settled, I’d felt secure and gone to bed with a smile on my face. Only to hear from Jared that Nic would only sign with Dad if he included some legroom for her.
Which meant I was screwed. I had no legal leg to stand on to force her back, and that meant I had no easy in either.
Fuck!
“Of course, there’s a clause, you fool! Nicolette Sharp is one of the most sought after VPs in the country. You think she’d sell herself short? You had better fix this, Law. I’m not about to let you screw up a good thing because you’re running scared again, boy. Grow some fucking balls and either go get your woman, or step down and let her run the place.”
A wave of familiar panic hits me, and I squelch it ruthlessly. Part of the problem is the fear and resentment I feel, thinking that everyone seems to think I won’t be a good CEO, that I’m so stupid that I’d let the company falter.
This may not be my dream, but I’m damn sure going to make sure I keep this bitch afloat and prospering.
“If you didn’t want me back, you shouldn’t have called me,” I say with a snarl, gripping the phone tight.
Dad sighs, and I feel my anger cool.
“You’re my son and the best man for the job, Law…but Nic has dedicated a lot of herself to James and I won’t have her suffering because you’re reverting back to your fear. I know that it hurts to lose sometimes, boy, but you have to be a man and get back up and try again—not bulldoze and break your way through things.”
Dammit, he’s right, and I know it. After Nic had rejected me so solidly yesterday, I’d been furious and needed to hurt her…and save fa
ce, so I’d called every restaurant in the city to find their reservation. Then I’d called, God what was her name, and made a show of being pawed at in front of Nic, my version of “See, I am wanted.”
Only it backfired the moment I saw Leo put his hand on hers and stroke her skin, as if he had any goddamned right to touch what is mine.
I’d said things and done things I shouldn’t have, but I am beyond desperate at this point—and frustrated. Why won’t she let me in when I can see how much she wants me?
“I’ll fix it, Pop, I swear. I just…I don’t know why she’s pulling away. We had a great time together in Greece, and I thought, you know, that we had another chance. And then all of a sudden she’s going out with Leo and making moon eyes at the idiot.”
I hear Dad chuckle, and then the sound of laughter and the distinct sound of a child calling out.
“I’ve gotta go, boy. Listen, don’t worry about Leo. He was a friend of her husband’s.”
The line goes dead, and I frown. Whomever Nic married…if Leo knew him that means I did, too. We all hung out together, thick as thieves, and now my curiosity is piqued.
But I have more pressing matters to deal with at the moment, namely getting Nic back before Mom and Dad murder me in my sleep.
After calling six more times and getting voicemail, I say screw it and grab my stuff, letting my secretary know that I won’t be in for the rest of the day and to cancel anything not pressing.
I’m going in folks. Let’s hope I come out alive and still in possession of my balls.
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Nico
“What are you talking about? I didn’t pay anything. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m behind on payments.”
The bank manager just looks at me as if I’m nuts. My mortgage is paid for the month and so is Cody’s school, as I found out when I went there to talk to the principal about a public school alternative while I looked for a job.
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