Billionaire in Rehab: The Complete Series

by Claire Adams

  Groups no longer stressed me out. I knew what I wanted to get out of them and for the first time, I had started to really think about attending AA meetings when I got home. Even though I wasn’t a religious man, I had started to rely on the input and support of others and could really see how that would help me as I remained sober.

  It was a great day, and I liked that Cassidy wasn’t around, although I couldn’t wait to see her again. What we had started was unusual and taboo, but I didn’t care. There was something powerful between us and for whatever reason, we had been brought together.

  I was more focused than I had been even in the previous week. Now, I was only a few short weeks away from going home and I had to work as much as I could to take advantage of my time there. Some of my work came from working out in the gym, though, and not just sitting in groups.

  The weights and treadmill were a great way of blowing off steam, and I started to see how people became addicted to working out. There was a definite high that came with getting your heartrate up. It was like the effect of a drug, but with no down side. Instead of causing harm to your body, working out was actually making me stronger and healthier. I loved every second of it.

  When Cassidy showed up for work the following day, I felt like a teenager. She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. We kept our distance and didn’t stop to talk much during the first half of the day. I knew she had work to do; she knew I had work of my own to do. But just seeing her and how she looked at me had me thinking back to that night in my bed.

  I wish it had lasted longer. I wished we would have been able to spend the entire night making love. But having her for the time I did was good enough for the moment.

  “Come here,” I whispered as I walked back toward my room from group and she came out of the back storage room.

  I reached for her and pulled her into a small doorway of the hallway. My hand pressed against her hip as I pulled her close to me. Instantly, my whole body was aroused and wanting her naked in bed again. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned in and let my lips touch hers quickly before I released her to go about her work.

  “That’s it?” she teased.

  “For now,” I replied.

  It was true, it was only a taste of all I wanted to do with her again and again. But after our moment together, I felt renewed and like I had been given a jolt of adrenaline that would get me through the rest of the day.

  She hurried off back to work and I went on to my room. My thoughts were filled with her and only her. If there was ever a woman that could match me in wit and sarcasm, it certainly was Cassidy. Not to mention she was damn beautiful, too.

  The way her red hair had draped down onto the bed as I climbed on top of her – oh, I would never forget that sight as long as I lived. Her porcelain clear skin, the curve of her breasts, even the scent of her naked body below me was etched into my memory like a dream.

  Later that day, as Cassidy got ready to leave, I thought about grabbing her to pull her into my room. It was too daring, though, and I couldn’t risk getting her in trouble. Instead, I watched as she walked away and turned for a brief moment to look at me. That was it; right there in that moment, I knew I was head over heels for this woman.

  “Be careful,” Brianna said quietly as she came up behind me.

  “What?”

  “Be careful with your addictions.”

  “What do you mean?” I really had no idea what she was talking about.

  I was being careful with my addictions. I had been working the program really hard and if Brianna couldn’t see that by all the groups I was going to, I didn’t know what to tell her. I had things under control.

  Brianna walked with me to a couple of chairs off from the main room. She sat down and I could tell she had something she wanted to share with me. She was a nice girl and had certainly been through a lot, so I humored her and sat with her for a minute. Part of my treatment wasn’t just working on myself, it was learning to be kinder to others and helping them, too.

  “About two years ago, I stopped drinking while I was pregnant. I always stopped when I was pregnant, but this time I was much further into my addiction and I had a rough time. Of course, I couldn’t admit that to anyone, so I had to find something to busy myself with. I started going to the gym every morning. They had free day care,” she laughed. “Free daycare to a stay at home mom is really all I needed.”

  “Sounds like a good gym.”

  “Yes, it was. But I started going for longer and longer. Soon, I was there for three hours a day. I was running, using the elliptical, pretty much every cardio machine possible. But as my time got longer and longer, I started lifting weights. There was this cute guy who made my heart skip a beat every time he was there.”

  I wasn’t really sure what this story had to do with me. I wasn’t a young, married mother. I had really just gotten into working out. Nothing about this story seemed to resonate with me.

  “Soon, we were coordinating when to work out together. I gave him my number. We talked outside of the gym.”

  “Uh oh,” I replied.

  I was starting to see where her story was going, but how did it really have anything to do with me?

  “Yeah, I had an affair with him. I got wrapped up in the adrenaline I felt when I was at the gym. But when that wasn’t enough I moved on to him. When that wasn’t enough, I went back to drinking.”

  “That sucks.”

  “I saw you two the other night. I get it. She’s a beautiful woman and really nice. You are both adults. So don’t worry, I’m not going to say a word. But don’t lose yourself in this. And don’t cause any trouble for her. I know you don’t see it yet, but she’s a high to you and you’ll keep searching out that high and losing yourself until you get a hold of all your treatment skills.”

  Brianna was wiser than I thought she would be for someone just getting started in her treatment. But I got it. I heard what she was saying, and I took it all in. I did love the feeling I got when I was around Cassidy, and yes, it was a high. I knew it.

  But I wasn’t going to give up my treatment, it was exactly the opposite. I felt like if I did well in my treatment it was the best way to move forward with Cassidy.

  “I appreciate your advice,” I said to Brianna and gave her a hug.

  “Keep a clear head. This battle is just getting started.”

  “Thanks, I will.”

  She was right on a real and true level. I had to keep a clear head. I had to keep focused for my future and not just that moment. As much as I intended to keep things going with Cassidy, I wouldn’t let her get in trouble or myself get lost in the process.

  As I made my way back to my room and shut the door behind me, I vividly remembered Cassidy as she slid down to the ground and took me in her mouth. There was no way I was going to give up whatever it was I had going with her. Just thinking about her again had me hard and that didn’t happen with other women in my life.

  But I knew I wouldn’t forget about Cassidy like I did other women I had slept with. Even if nothing ever developed between us, I was sure that she would always be a vivid memory in my mind.

  Chapter 19

  Cassidy

  My palms were drenched in sweat by the time I arrived at work the next day. I was nervous to see Erik again. My nervousness came because I was afraid he would pull me aside again and I would get caught.

  He was a great guy and I couldn’t wait to see him outside of the treatment center, but I had to stay away from him there. The problem I had was I literally felt drawn to him. I was happy when I was around him. He made me smile and brightened up my day. Even while we had avoided each other on the unit, I still felt so excited every time I looked at him.

  When he pulled me into the doorway and kissed me, I wanted it so badly. I wanted to stay there and kiss him all day long. After I arrived back home, I laid on my bed for hours thinking about what life might be like between us when he got out. He could stick around Aspen for a while; we cou
ld go on dates and get to know each other.

  I’d love to learn more about his company and his friend. I knew he didn’t have other family that cared for him, but I still wanted to know more about him and how he had become estranged from the rest of his family. It really felt like we were a good match.

  As I walked onto the unit, there was a visible disturbance going on in the corner. Most of the patients were looking that way and I saw Susan trying standing like she was ready to pounce on whomever was fighting.

  We didn’t often get fights on our units, or at least not fights that actually required any physical involvement. We often had verbal arguments that got a little out of hand and required a staff member to intervene and calm the patients down. So, I hurried over to the area to see what was going on and if I was needed.

  “What’s going on?” I asked Brianna as I made my way closer.

  “Erik got into a fight with his Dad, I think, and now his brother.”

  Since Erik hadn’t really talked about his family at all, I wasn’t sure who exactly he was fighting with. It was my understanding he didn’t have anyone that cared about him. I hurried over to get a closure look and found one man posturing like he was getting ready to punch Erik. I moved forward to stop the argument, but Susan grabbed a hold of me and stopped me.

  “He’s not going to punch him,” she said. “Just wait.”

  I was hesitant to wait. The last thing Erik needed was a wild family member trying to attack him. But I followed orders and waited for a minute to see if things calmed down.

  “You can’t just buy your way back into this family,” the visitor to the unit yelled. “You think you can just buy what you want. You can’t buy me.”

  “Heath, I was trying to do something good for you and Dad. That’s all,” Erik said calmly as he stayed away from the other man.

  “Dad doesn’t take charity. I don’t take charity. Whatever this is, it won’t make things better.”

  It was his brother, but I couldn’t figure out what had happened and why was it nearly a fist fight. Erik didn’t strike me as the kind of man who would fight with his family, but then again, I barely knew anything about them and only a little more about Erik. He had been so closed about his story. I was listening to the argument and trying to figure out what the heck was going on.

  “Heath, it’s not charity if it’s family. I just wanted to make life easier for you two. I don’t own the company. I don’t own your house. I don’t own Dad’s house. I just sent them the money so you don’t have to pay anymore.”

  “No, I saw the paper. It says Erik Levy.”

  Erik seemed exasperated as he tried to explain what was going on. He grabbed a piece of paper off of the table and slowly walked over to his brother who still had his fists up. Erik was calm and looked his brother right in the eyes as he started to talk.

  “Heath, this is just a receipt of payment. That’s all. You will get the deed in the mail in a few weeks. Look, see right here, it says ‘the deed will arrive in two to three weeks,’” Erik said.

  “It doesn’t say the deed with be in our names. The only name on that paper is yours.”

  “Heath, I didn’t buy your house. What would I do with your house? You’re such a baby.”

  “I am not.”

  “You are, too,” Erik said as the two men sounded exactly like two brothers in an argument. “Now, go get Dad from outside and let’s figure this out.”

  “Anything I can help with here?” Jarrod said as he walked in on the scene.

  “Yes!” Erik exclaimed. “I paid off my father’s business and both of their homes. But they both seem to be angry at me and think that I actually bought their homes.”

  “Erik has never done a single nice thing for us. It’s not weird that we would think he tried to buy the business,” Heath defended his opinion.

  “How about we get everyone together and head to my office. I’m sure we can work things out,” Jarrod said calmly.

  Jarrod was bigger than both the men and stood between them as he made his suggestion, clearly more of an actual direction for them to do as he said. He had an intimidating presence, although he was really one of the best counselors I knew. He was much better than the therapists I had dealt with at my treatment center. In fact, most of the therapists I had spent our sessions talking about their own sobriety and hardly working with me at all. It was a wonder I was ever able to make it out of treatment and succeed, at all.

  I have learned that treatment is as much about your state of mind as it is about the people you surround yourself with. Sure, I might not have had the best treatment center in the world, but I didn’t use that as an excuse. When I returned home, I knew I had to build a support network of people that I could really count on, and I did it.

  My heart actually grew as I heard what had happened with Erik and his family. They didn’t get along and Erik still paid off their debts. I knew there must have been more to the story, but I had to commend the guy for making and effort at rebuilding those old relationships. If his family decided not to forgive him or not to have him in their life, that would be their decision, but it was clear that Erik was making an effort.

  The rest of the morning went off pretty uneventfully as I continued to work and anxiously waited for Erik to return to the unit. He had been gone for hours and I seriously couldn’t imagine any family meeting taking that long. There was no way Jarrod had the time in his schedule to sit with them and work out every problem the group of three men had, but since Erik wasn’t returning to the unit, I had to wonder if Jarrod was making time for them after all.

  It was well after lunch when Erik, his father, and his brother all walked onto the unit. They looked happy with smiles that spread across their faces. His brother even reached out and patted Erik on the back as they stood near the exit and seemed to be saying their goodbyes. Whatever Jarrod had done seemed to have worked wonders because the men had made up and even hugged each other just before they walked out the door.

  Every bone in my body wanted to walk over to Erik and meet his family before they left. I hardly knew anything about his past, except what he had told me, and that was very little. He was a private guy and I understood that, but the more I got to know him the more I wanted to learn about him. I wanted to know what made him tick. Why he had started drinking and partying as much as he had. Hell, I wanted to know everything – although I would have settled for just a little more.

  “So that was my brother and father,” Erik said with a huge grin as he walked straight down the hallway toward me.

  His walk had changed since he had arrived at the treatment center. What had once been a cocky walk that had him looking anywhere but at the person in front of him, now had him looking me directly in the eyes as he stood only inches away from me.

  He was too close, though. I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to us and my gaze caught the eye of Brianna. She just smiled big and turned away, but it was enough to get me to take a step away from Erik.

  “It looks like things went well.”

  “Yes. Once Jarrod agreed with me and explained that I was actually trying to do something nice for no reason at all, they both started to calm down. I swear the hardest thing was admitting that I had been terrible to them the last few years so they had a right to be suspicious of my intentions.”

  “You guys hugged it out, though. So you’re good?”

  “I think so. Only time will really tell, but I’m optimistic,” he said as he took a step toward me again. “Come to my room.”

  “No,” I said in shock. “It’s the middle of the day.”

  “That’s the perfect time. No one will notice you’re missing.”

  “Erik!”

  “All right, all right, I was just all juiced up from my meeting going well. I think that was probably a bad choice to have asked you to my room.”

  I laughed at his analysis of himself. He was right, though. He had probably just been excited, and I knew how that adrenaline c
ould make you do crazy things when you were first sober.

  “How about we wait until you’re done to do any more naked time,” I said as I winked at him.

  As much as I truly did want to be naked with Erik, I had started to feel very guilty about what we had done. Not guilty enough to stay away from him because I truly enjoyed talking to him, but I didn’t want to make another mistake by sleeping with him.

  “I can dig that,” he joked. “Are you allowed to come on a hike with us again? I convinced a few of the guys and Brianna to go out tomorrow and Melanie is taking us back up to the peak. It’s supposed to be a nice day.”

  “So you think I’d volunteer to hike back up that mountain again?” I asked with a dramatic look on my face.

  “I think you’ll do it for me.”

  His smile was irresistible and I couldn’t help but say yes to the man. I was even a little excited to have a second go at the mountain. My mind hadn’t been totally in it the first time and now I knew how darn good it felt to be on top and look out over everything, so I wanted to do it again.

  “Yeah, I’ll come. But not if you’re going super early.”

  “How’s ten o’clock work for you, sleeping beauty?”

  “Perfect.”

  We walked over to the main dining area and both grabbed a seat as we continued our conversation. Part of my job was to interact with the patients, so it wasn’t unusual for me to hold conversations with them. Plus, I had felt Brianna’s eyes on us the whole time, which made me extremely nervous considering what had happened the night I had slept with Erik.

  “So, tell me more about your family.”

  Erik didn’t look like he was all that interested in talking about them, but he humored me a little. I appreciated that.

  “The story I used to tell was that my father disowned me when I went off to college,” he said.