In Bed with the Devil: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Thank God you’re here,” Roger said. “Mr. Burke is in a foul mood. He’s been asking to see you for the past hour.”

  Roger’s eyes focused on my scarf before skimming along my face to settle on my right eye, which still throbbed with pain. I adjusted the scarf to cover up the bruises even more as I dumped my purse in my office chair.

  “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said, my voice monotone to my own ears. “Sid said that he called to let you know I wasn’t feeling well and that I would be a bit late.”

  “I got the message,” Roger said. “Are you okay, Jo?”

  I looked up and saw Sabrina looking at me from across the room as well. Her eyes focused on my neck intently. She was in the middle of phone call, but I could see the questions burning in her eyes. Everyone knew. Shame flooded through me. I blinked back tears while rifling through my purse to avoid eye contact with everyone who was looking in my direction. I also had to face Bastian, and I had no fucking clue how I was going to handle that shit while keeping my job intact.

  “I’m fine,” I said. “Does Mr. Burke want to see me now?”

  “He said as soon as you come into the office, he wants to speak to you privately. So, the answer would be now I imagine.”

  I took a deep breath before approaching Bastian’s office doors. I could hear his voice speaking crisply inside, and I gently knocked on the door. I had to face him at some point. Might as well get it over with.

  “Come in,” Bastian called out immediately.

  I stepped inside to find Bastian standing near the windows overlooking the city. He turned sharply to gaze at me with his phone glued to his ear. Fear and humiliation wrestled in me while Bastian ended his phone call quickly. He swept a gaze along me, and dark clouds gathered in his eyes. I reached up to adjust my scarf again while I tried to think of a good excuse for being late.

  “Sit down,” Bastian said and nodded to the chair in front of his desk. “You and I are going to talk about what happened this weekend, along with the reason why you were late this morning.”

  Bastian took a seat behind his desk, but I refused to sit down. This was the last thing I wanted to talk about with Bastian, my attractive boss. I couldn’t tell him the truth even if I wanted to. Sid’s threats echoed menacingly in my head.

  “I wasn’t feeling well this morning, so I’m sorry that—”

  “Please stop,” Bastian interrupted, holding up a hand. “Joanna, are you okay?”

  I lowered my gaze to the floor to avoid his penetrating eyes. “I’m fine, sir. Why do you ask?”

  “Because I watched your boyfriend drag you like a rag doll from that club,” Bastian said. “And he threatened to shoot me just for talking to you. That’s why I’m asking you. You were also late coming to work this morning. The lateness I can handle. It’s the reasons behind the lateness I’m worried about.”

  “It’s honestly fine,” I whispered, twisting my hands together. “Really, it’s fine. I’m okay. He just has a temper sometimes from his job, you know. He’s a cop who works the drug units here, and he just gets worried about me when I go out. I hadn’t answered my phone, so he was upset that night.”

  I knew Bastian didn’t buy my rambling because of the noise he made in the back of his throat. He got up from his seat and walked around his desk to stand in front of me. It occurred to me that I couldn’t lie anymore when I looked up to find Bastian’s eyes focused on the scarf around my neck. I felt it loosen, and his calloused fingertips gently touched my skin where Sid’s fingers had left bruises. Bastian’s thumb rubbed in a slow circle to wipe away the concealer I had dabbed there.

  “That motherfucker,” Bastian seethed, shaking his head. “He’s been abusing you, Joanna. Hasn’t he?”

  Tears welled in my eyes. A part of me wanted to tell him the whole truth while the other side of me resisted. Everything about Bastian’s life was so orderly, so perfect. How could I tell my boss what was going on? My throat burned from where Sid’s fingers had been. My head hurt even worse when Bastian lifted a hand to touch the swelling above my eye.

  “He just got a little rough with me is all,” I whispered, hanging my head as humiliation flowed through me again. “Don’t worry about it, Mr. Burke. I can manage his temper. I just set it off this weekend by going out. He was worried.”

  “Joanna, I’m worried that he’s going to actually kill you,” Bastian stated, concern thick in his voice. “He’s unstable. I know you’re afraid of him, but you know this has to stop. I refuse to let this keep happening to you.”

  It took all my effort not to sink into his chest out of relief. “How though? He’s a cop. He has resources.”

  “I have resources, too. You aren’t going home tonight. You’re going to pack your bags, and you are going to stay with me until I have my lawyer advise me on what to do about that piece of shit.”

  I looked up in surprise at those words. For years, Bastian had kept everything professional between us, but now he was leaping over boundaries without a care. Nothing in his face suggested he was anything besides serious. I started to tremble from all the emotions writhing inside me.

  “I can’t do that,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s too much, Mr. Burke. You’ve already done enough.”

  Bastian shook his head at me. “Not enough, because I had my suspicions for a long time that this was going on. I care about you, Joanna. You’re an amazing woman, and you don’t deserve this type of shit. I’m dead serious. You’re coming home with me tonight.”

  Chapter 7

  Bastian

  “You’re coming home with me tonight.”

  Those words slipped off my tongue before I could hold them back. I watched as Joanna stiffened in surprise. I took a step back to let her gather her thoughts. It was a lot to take in. Even for me.

  What the hell am I doing?

  I had never wanted to cross the line between professional and personal, but when it came to Joanna, I was jumping over that line. I couldn’t stand the thought of her going home to that sick fucker hitting her again. Cop or not, he was no match for the money that lined my pockets. Money was power, and it held sway over public officials who were higher up on the food chain than Sid could ever hope to be.

  Joanna sucked in a watery breath as she tried to compose herself in front of me. She picked the scarf up from the floor to clutch it tightly in her fingers.

  “I don’t know how this happened,” she said softly. “It didn’t start out like this. It just happened slowly over the years.”

  “It usually does, Joanna,” I replied grimly. “They are never open with who they are because that would scare any sensible person away at first.”

  She wiped underneath her eyes where mascara was smudging. “It started out with him just being protective. I didn’t think much of it, but then it started getting physical whenever something upset him.”

  My hands were shaking at my sides. I quickly hid them from Joanna in my suit pockets when she glanced up at me with vulnerable eyes. She looked so lost and confused that it pulled hard on my heartstrings.

  “What do I do?” Joanna whispered. “I can’t go to the cops because he is a cop. They will protect him before they even hear me out.”

  “You have to get out of the situation first,” I said. “That’s why I’m telling you that you need to call it off with this guy and come stay with me until things settle down. I honestly don’t mind having a guest in my house. I have the room.”

  Joanna chewed her lip in indecision. “Where do you live?”

  “I have a log mansion in Park City. There’s a lot more security there than my penthouse apartment here in Salt Lake.”

  “No one can get in at your place in Park City?”

  “Not without tripping the alarms,” I said assuredly. I grabbed ahold of Joanna’s soft hands to squeeze them. “Joanna, listen to me. I know this is scary—”

  “It’s fucking terrifying,” she burst out, and then tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. “You have no idea, Mr
. Burke. He’s threatened to kill me if I try to leave. What am I supposed to do?”

  A red haze filled my mind. Blood rage. Nothing gave me more pleasure than remembering my fist colliding with Sid’s jaw. He wasn’t tall, either—a short fucker who had obviously scrummed his way up from the streets. I didn’t know what motivated him when it came to hurting Joanna, but it was evident he had manipulated her enough emotionally to keep her coming back to him for years.

  “Leave,” I repeated firmly. “You have to leave, Joanna.”

  “It never used to be like this,” she said, shaking her head. “He’ll come after you, Bastian, if he knows that I left with you. I can’t stomach knowing that he’s going to try to destroy you in the process. I can’t let that happen because of a stupid mistake I made.”

  I was in awe of the control this fucker had over Joanna. I wasn’t immune to scandals or threats. I had my fair share of dealing with them in the press, but none of it fazed me. My business had nothing to do with people. I could carry on without batting an eyelash at the public opinion if Sid decided to try that route.

  “Don’t worry about what he thinks he can do to me,” I said. “I can take you to a shelter if you are more comfortable with that.”

  “A shelter?” She grimaced as she folded her arms across her chest. “I’d rather not go to a shelter, or anywhere to be honest. He knows where all the shelters are.”

  I stomped down on my impatience when the doors to my office opened. It was Roger, who peered at Joanna’s back as he looked over at me.

  “Your nine-thirty conference is about to start,” he said. “I can push it back if you need to.”

  “You better get to the conference,” Joanna said, wiping away the tears on her cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Burke, but I will be all right.”

  “Cancel it,” I told Roger curtly. “I will reschedule it for next week. Call my driver as well, and tell him to bring the SUV up from the parking garage. I’m going to need the space.”

  Roger nodded before he closed the doors. I looked over at Joanna, who was staring out the window with a distant glint in her eyes.

  “I can’t leave him,” Joanna said quietly. “It’s too much of a risk to leave. If I leave, he’ll just keep coming back to hurt me.”

  I shook my head in frustration. Striding across the office, I stepped into Joanna’s line of sight to gain her attention.

  “You are a beautiful woman,” I said. “You don’t deserve to be bruised up by some punk of a man who is using you to feel better about himself. You are smart, and you are capable of living in this world without him believe it or not. I have the utmost faith in you.”

  More tears welled in Joanna’s eyes as she gazed at me. Those beautiful blue eyes were so hurt and touched by my words. She sucked in a watery breath before nodding at me.

  “Okay,” she said. “Just please don’t tell anyone here in the office about it. I know Sabrina has her suspicions, but I don’t want them to know.”

  “Not a word,” I promised with a small smile. “It’s going to be okay, Jo. I promise you that it will be okay. I have the best lawyers around here that can help you if needed.”

  “Thank you,” she said. “What next?”

  I glanced up at my clock above the office doors. “We need to get you home and get your belongings. Clothes and personal things.”

  “What about work?”

  “I can do work from anywhere,” I said and gathered my wallet from my desk. “We’ll wait here until my driver texts me that he is here in the private garage. Surprise is essential for getting you out of the situation before it can turn around.”

  Joanna chewed on the pad of her thumb as she glanced at the doors of my office. “Do you think I could do something really quick with my phone before we leave?”

  “You don’t have to ask permission,” I reminded her. “What are you planning to do?”

  “Let Sid know that I’m leaving him,” she said. “If I don’t say anything now, I’ll never do it.”

  I nodded in agreement. “Use my office if you need some privacy. I’ll tell the security guards down in the lobby to keep an eye out for him.”

  Joanna exited my office after tying her scarf around her neck again. She didn’t want the attention, and I didn’t want to tell her that Roger and Sabrina already suspected that something like this was happening. I sat down to write off a few emails while I pulled out a couple documents for Joanna to sign so it wouldn’t draw attention to her. A personal leave of absence was the only thing I could think of to protect her from gossip around the office, or if Sid did manage to wrangle information out of someone.

  I rose from my chair when Joanna entered my office again with her phone in hand. Her face was pale from fear when she looked down at the papers in my hand.

  “They aren’t papers saying you are fired,” I said. “It’s for my payroll. You’re still going to get paid even if you are working away from the office.”

  Joanna’s eyes widened at that. “Bastian, you’re already doing so much. I don’t expect anything else.”

  “Well, it’s happening regardless, even if you don’t sign this paper,” I said sternly. “I’ll step out to run these to payroll while you call—”

  “Wait.”

  Her hand desperately clutched at the sleeve of my shirt. “Would you stay in here for a moment while I call? You know, just in case he…”

  “Of course. I’ll stay in here as a witness.”

  I closed the office doors when an employee walked by curiously. Joanna’s fingers were trembling as she scrolled through her phone. She hit the speaker phone button.

  “I’m driving at the moment.” Sid’s voice cut through the office impatiently. My fingers clenched into fists at the sound of his voice. “What is it, Jo?”

  Joanna sucked in a hard breath. I nodded encouragingly when she looked up at me with terrified eyes.

  “Do it,” I mouthed. “Do it now.”

  “I’m leaving you, Sid,” Joanna said, her voice surprisingly steady given how her entire frame was shaking. “I’m done with this relationship. I’m breaking up with you.”

  Silence stretched out on the other end of the phone.

  “You’re breaking up with me?” Sid repeated dubiously. He broke out into humorless laughter. “I should’ve known this was going to happen when I dropped you off at work. I’m coming by there to get you.”

  “I’m already gone, Sid. I have my things. Please stay away from me. I’m done with you hitting me and controlling everything I do.”

  “Bitch—”

  Joanna hit the end button before he could finish his sentence. Tears were filling her eyes again as she looked up at me.

  “Is your driver here yet?” she asked. “God only knows where he really is at the moment. He can drive fast without a problem.”

  “I’m sure the driver is here,” I said. “Let’s take the back stairs separately. I don’t want gossip flying around the office about us leaving together.”

  I waited a minute while Joanna left my office to use the back stairs. Powering down my computer for the week, I gathered everything I imagined I would need to work from my office in Park City. I strode through the office, no one raising a question. They knew better than to question my whereabouts or to even question what I was doing.

  The air was frigid in the private parking garage when I jogged down the back stairs. I found Joanna standing nervously near the door with her purse clutched to her chest. I spotted Ethan, my personal driver, parked in his usual spot with the black SUV I asked for.

  “Over here,” I said and molded a hand gently against Joanna’s lower back. “That’s my driver right there. Just give him the address, and he’ll get us there in no time.”

  I ignored the sparks that went up my arm at the contact. Ethan wordlessly pulled out of the garage while Joanna told him the address. I kept one eye peeled for a cop car following behind us, but nothing screamed unusual as Ethan pulled into a middle-class neighborhood about thirty mi
nutes later. He pulled up in front a small house with a fenced-in yard. The front pathway was freshly shoveled of snow.

  Joanna slipped out of the passenger seat with me behind her. “I’m just going to grab my suitcases to put clothes in. Everything else is Sid’s.”

  “The less the better,” I replied as I scanned the quiet street for any unmarked cars. “I’ll help you carry out what you need while Ethan loads the luggage up.”

  The smell of cinnamon washed over me when Joanna opened the front door. The entire house was tiny, but immaculate. Nothing was out of place. Joanna skirted around the living room to gather a laptop and a couple photographs on a bookshelf. I followed her into a bedroom where she pulled out three large suitcases to dump clothes into as quickly as possible.

  I tried to focus on helping her put clothes in the suitcases rather than on what was being put in. Panties. Bras. It wasn’t time to think about those things. I zipped up a full suitcase to set down on the floor.

  “Shit,” Joanna muttered, emerging from the bathroom with a bag of makeup and hair products. “I have a bad feeling, Bastian. I don’t know how to describe it.”

  Her hands were trembling so badly that she nearly dropped everything. I grasped her hands when she tossed the last bit of her things into the suitcase on the bed. Her palms felt clammy with cold sweat against mine.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I said. “Let’s just get these suitcases out. One thing at a time, okay?”

  Joanna inhaled deeply through her nose to calm her nerves down. “Okay. Let’s get everything in the car before—”

  The sound of car tires squealing on the road filled the room. My heart thumped anxiously in my chest when I heard angry voices echo out in the winter morning.

  “Hey, boss,” Ethan hollered out. “There’s someone here. It’s two cops.”

  Chapter 8

  Joanna

  Fear lodged itself in my throat as I jerked my hands out of Bastian’s soothing grip. I rushed over to the bedroom window to see Sid and his partner, Joe, getting in Ethan’s face. They were both dressed in uniform and armed.