Torn_An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Tristan Vaughan

  I gritted my teeth and realized I wasn't surprised. Rachel had been drifting away from me for a long time now. Slapping my credit card on the counter, I listened while the barista ran it through the machine. A moment later, she handed it back.

  "It'll just be another minute. I had to send someone to the back storeroom to get more sprinkles for her drink," Faith said. "I discounted your order to make up for the inconvenience."

  "You didn't have to do that," I said.

  I dug into my pocket for some cash, not caring what denomination bills I pulled out. I then swung my hand slowly toward the register's low hum and found the tip jar. I pushed it all in.

  "Thanks," Faith said softly. "I don't get a lot of patient customers here in the morning."

  She must have brushed her hair back from her face because a new, floral scent floated to me from her. I inhaled, glad to be distracted from Rachel's blatant flirtations.

  "Is that lilac?" I asked Faith.

  "What? Where?" Faith asked.

  I breathed again and smiled. "I'm thinking it's your perfume."

  Faith snorted. "I don't wear perfume. That's not really something I like to spend my tips on."

  "Then it's your shampoo." I inhaled again. "Definitely lilac. Such a soft, springtime scent. Is that your favorite flower?"

  "A lot of girls like lilac," she said shyly.

  "So I guessed right?"

  Faith gave an incredulous sigh. "Yes. My shampoo is lilac. It's just some cheap brand, though."

  I shook my head and smiled. "Doesn't matter. It smells wonderful."

  A brisk presence rushed up behind Faith. "Here are the extra sprinkles. Oh dear, Mr. Porter, I didn't see you."

  "Don't worry, I understand," I told the familiar barista. "Nice to see you again, Cheryl."

  She snorted. "'Nice to see you.' I thought you were done with that cheap joke."

  "Would you prefer 'you're a sight for sore eyes?'" I asked Cheryl.

  She laughed, a big warm laugh that filled the small cafe. Then her voice took on a serious edge. "Is this for Ms. Rachel? Oh no, Faith. This is all wrong. Let me redo it really quick."

  "I did it wrong? I'm so sorry!" The panicked tone was back in Faith's voice. "I thought I had the whole menu memorized."

  "Don't worry," I told her. "It's a bit of a special order. Kind of a pain in the ass."

  A nervous giggle escaped Faith.

  "Give Mr. Porter an extra-large oatmeal cookie," Cheryl said as she redid Rachel's drink. "It's the least we can do for holding up his order."

  "I'm in no hurry," I told Cheryl. "I'm just glad you hired someone else to help you out around here."

  I heard someone, likely Faith, rummaging in the cookie display. “Here’s your cookie,” she said.

  I reached for it and heard her shift to meet my open hand.

  Our fingers brushed and I took a quick moment to feel for rings. Faith stilled but she didn’t let go of the cookie. She let me explore her hand.

  She handed me the cookie and drew back. The absence of her touch left me frustrated again. I liked feeling her pulse jumping. It had matched the hammering beats of my own heart.

  "There's no such thing," Rachel snapped, suddenly behind me.

  "What?" Both Faith and I asked at the same time.

  "There's no such thing as a girl that doesn't like diamonds."

  Cheryl interrupted the awkward confrontation before Faith had to say anything and I heard the young woman give a grateful sigh.

  "Here's Mr. Porter's order. Make sure you remember it for next time," Cheryl said. "See you soon!"

  Rachel's overpowering scent of French perfume barreled past me. "What took so long? I swear, Brenden, I don't know why you insist on coming here."

  She grabbed her tall drink and spun away. I lost her in the coffee shop crowd until I heard the same man chuckle again. With a frown, I groped along the counter until I found my own coffee.

  Faith was on to the next order and Rachel was gone. I knew I could navigate the tight coffee shop but the chances of me spilling my hot drink all over someone was high. I gritted my teeth to stop from calling Rachel back. The last thing I wanted to do was to cause more of a scene.

  I took a few steps and heard a woman's sharp intake of breath. "Sorry," I said and headed in a different direction.

  "I have you, sir." Jasper materialized at my elbow. The subtle pressure of his hand steered me down a safe path to the front door.

  "You didn't need to come in, Jasper. I could have just called for Rachel to help me," I muttered.

  "You shouldn't have to, sir."

  Jasper nudged me around a new couple as they entered the crowded coffee shop. Then he held open the door for me. I heard Faith's voice chatting with the next customer and it made me pause.

  "The new barista is quite charming," Jasper said. "Brown hair, brown eyes."

  Jasper knew I still liked to imagine what people looked like but he wasn't very good at the interesting details. Was her hair long or short? Or was it tied up tight in one of those bouncy ponytails? I wondered if Faith was tall or short, if she was thin as a rail or comfortably round. My hands itched to feel her shape and the impulse made me smile.

  It had been a long time since anyone new had inspired me to build a full mental picture.

  "Sir?"

  "Sorry, just distracted," I told Jasper. "Where's Rachel?"

  I heard Jasper's teeth grind. "She'll be with you in a minute if I have to fetch her myself."

  I sipped my Americano and waited by the car. "Don't worry, she can see I'm ready to leave. And since I offered her a trip to Harry's today, I highly doubt she'll want to be left behind."

  "Another trip to Harry's," Jasper muttered under his breath.

  I laughed to cover up the awkwardness. "Yes, another trip to Harry's.”

  I held my breath as the coffee shop door swung open. The man's deep chuckle sounded again and it was quickly followed by Rachel's tittering laugh. They said something I couldn't hear and there was another flirty giggle from my girlfriend.

  My driver tore open the car door for me and ground his teeth again as Rachel pushed past me. Jasper begrudgingly helped Rachel into the car.

  "What's the hold up?" Rachel asked sharply as I settled into the seat next to her. "I have places to be."

  Jasper revved the engine harder than normal and took off from the curb. "Sir, if I take short-cuts I can still get you to the office before your first meeting starts."

  "But what about dropping me at Harry's?" Rachel screeched.

  "Don't worry, darling," I told her. "The diamonds will still be there after you drop me off at work."

  Rachel slumped back into her seat and sulked for the rest of the drive. I ignored her and tried to enjoy the last dredges of my delicious coffee.

  She’d get to Harry’s just fine. She liked to get all dressed up and wear glittery jewelry, though she seemed to forget I wouldn’t be able to see her in it.

  Chapter 3

  Faith

  "Wow. You two were firing off sparks," Cheryl said. She watched Mr. Porter, Brenden, climb into his fancy car.

  "What? No. Why?" I scoffed. I quickly turned to the next customer and tried to stay busy. Luckily the line was long and the coffee shop was always crowded

  Cheryl stayed to lend a hand despite the busy crush of baristas behind the counter. During the morning rush, another set of hands was greatly appreciated but now I couldn't avoid her.

  "He's disgustingly wealthy. Just, you know, by the way," Cheryl said.

  "I know," I muttered. It had been rather obvious. I cranked on the espresso machine.

  As if I hadn't noticed Brenden, Mr. Porter's custom-tailored suit. The flash off his Armani sunglasses had almost blinded me. And when he stepped away, measuring each step, I had noticed the sharp gleam of his polished Italian shoes.

  I stretched my memory as I made the next order. Why did I recognize Brenden's face? Even with the sunglasses, he was startlingly familiar.

 
"He's always in the tabloids," Cheryl said. "One of those mega-rich thrill-seekers."

  "But he's—"

  Cheryl interrupted me with a sharp slash of her hand. "Exactly. It happened gradually and he spent over a million dollars making sure he saw every inch of the earth before it faded."

  My heart tripped in my chest. I'd read his story in the headlines. It had been top gossip and there were even rumors of an indie film made from the raw footage of Brenden's quest. I'd dismissed it all as a whim of the rich and bored.

  Until I met him.

  My hand trembled a bit as I handed the next customer a fat-free latte. "The news made it seem so dire."

  Cheryl shrugged and stirred up the mocha. "What's he gonna do? Adapt. Right? Now I just wish he'd move on with his life."

  I sloshed the pitcher of cream and was glad to turn away to grab a rag. My cheeks were on fire. "Move on from what?"

  Cheryl snorted. "You're telling me she didn't grate on your nerves? I don't know how he stands her and she's just getting worse and worse."

  "Not the care-taking type?" I asked.

  Cheryl laughed. "Maybe that's why he liked your voice so much. Very soothing."

  I shook my head and took the next coffee order. There was no way that Brenden Porter had been flirting with me. Before I knew who he was, there had been that little electric moment, but now I was sure my mind had been playing tricks on me. Brenden Porter did not look twice at mousy baristas.

  He didn't look twice at anything, anymore.

  I bit my lip. How could I have been so obtuse? When he’d stepped up to the counter, the last thing on my mind was if he was blind or not. His shaggy brown hair was still drying from his morning shower and when he tucked it behind his ears I burned my palms on a hot coffee cup.

  He was gorgeous. He had broad shoulders under his tailored suit but a casual way of shrugging that meant he carried his power lightly. He looked so steady, so sure, and so comfortable in his own skin that it had never crossed my mind that he was blind.

  It made sense, though. Otherwise a billionaire like Brenden Porter would never stop to talk to me.

  But he had. Brenden had lingered at the counter and chatted with me. He'd complimented my voice and caressed my hand.

  The thought made my stomach wobbly and warm.

  He must have just been flirting from habit. He didn't seem very happy with his girlfriend and perhaps he was just trying to make her jealous. It didn't work.

  Besides, his smile had been so strained when he spoke with her. But when he smiled at me. . .

  I slammed the cash register closed. "I need a quick break."

  Cheryl nodded and called up one of the stock boys she'd been meaning to train. I tugged my apron loose and headed to the sunny back room that doubled as a conference and break room. The soda machine was free and there was always a barista or two hanging around and taking advantage of the free wifi. Today, Alfie and Tiffany were hanging out.

  "Dude, I heard you met the snob queen this morning," Alfie asked. He worked the late night shift but used the break room to hide out from his parents at all hours of the day.

  I looked around and deduced I had to be the 'dude' he was addressing. "The snob queen?" I asked.

  Alfie gave a solemn nod. "We've all had the distinct displeasure of serving her. At least you didn't get her drink order wrong."

  "I did, but Cheryl fixed it just in time," I said. There was no use pretending I didn't know who they were talking about. Brenden's girlfriend was the epitome of a server's nightmare.

  "She once screamed at me in front of the entire store," Tiffany, our youngest barista said. "And then she apologized and explained to everyone that I had been kicked in the head by a horse."

  "Dude, you got off easy," Alfie said.

  "She told everyone I was brain-dead and drooling!" Tiffany squeaked.

  "Did she stab you in the chest with those evil talon nails of hers?" Alfie asked. "I had the mark on my skin for a week. I even thought about going to an exorcist or priestess. I thought I'd been touched by the devil!"

  He crossed himself and Tiffany smacked him on the shoulder. I wasn't thirsty but went to the free vending machine just to escape the conversation.

  Alfie didn't stop. "At least the crown prince liked you. I don't normally get more than a few words."

  "Nice words," Tiffany said. "He's always nice. He's just so rich I doubt he has anything to talk to us about."

  "We didn't really talk," I said. I grabbed my soda and headed for the door.

  "Good. I don't want you going on any dates with billionaires. At least not tonight," Alfie said.

  I groaned but turned around. "You need someone to cover your shift?"

  "Yes. I know it's last minute but my band got a gig and you know that never happens and I can't miss out. It might be our big break. Right, dude?" Alfie slumped to his knees the floor and held his hands up in a beseeching gesture.

  "All right. You know I'm going to say yes. I need the money," I said, hauling him to his feet.

  "It's a double. Tonight. That's a lot of hours here." Alfie peered at me, honestly concerned. "Are you sure you want to do that to yourself?"

  I shoved him out of my way. "I can handle it."

  I drank the soda and then made myself a strong green tea. I'd been up late the night before and my eyes were already feeling blurry. Tonight would be a challenge, but the money would make it worthwhile.

  *****

  I barely had any time to rest at home before returning to take Alfie’s shift, but it was probably better than getting too comfortable and sleeping through it. Besides, evenings weren’t bad. The evening crowd was always different and I liked the steady changes of pace. People came in for a pick-me-up before dinner. Some couples grabbed a quiet coffee before a show. A few singles treated themselves to a coffee before heading home for the night, successful date or not.

  "Do you get breaks while you work?" a handsome, single customer asked me. "Want to play a quick game of chess?"

  "Chess is never quick," I pointed out. "Besides, it wouldn't look right for me to sit out front."

  "Then how about we meet up later?"

  I smiled but shook my head. "I'm busy later, too. Sorry. Got pay my bills."

  "Well, at least take my card. I'll buy you dinner sometime," he said.

  The other baristas giggled at me and imitated the man's flirty wink. I thought the whole world must be going insane. It was ridiculous that just days after I'd sworn off love forever, I was being flirted with and asked out.

  "Why won’t you go out with him?" Tiffany asked me. She was in high school and had a different boyfriend stop by every week.

  "I really don't have time right now," I said.

  "You have to eat. That was at least a free meal," Tiffany said. "Besides, what if he's the one?"

  "If he was, I'd know, right?"

  Tiffany sighed. "Not if you're so dead set against it."

  "Against what?" I asked. I filled one of her orders for her as she studied me with concern.

  "Love!" Tiffany flipped her perfect hair. "You are so totally against falling love."

  "I have other things on my mind too, you know," I grumbled. Though for the past hour, all I had been thinking about was Brenden's bright and easy smile.

  And the way a little shock of electricity had traveled from his fingers up my arm. It had spread across my cheeks in a warm blush I was glad he couldn't see. I'd never felt such a strong reaction to a man's touch before.

  I ground my teeth. Of course my over-tired mind would make more out of meeting Brenden Porter than what had really happened. There had been no magic spark when he and I touched. That was all fantasy.

  "I'm done with love because I can't stand another heartbreak," I confessed to Tiffany. "At least not until I have my business degree and money in the bank."

  Tiffany pushed off the counter and went back to work. She filled a few drinks without a word and then slowly nodded her head. "That's awesome, Faith. My girls ar
e always saying I should take time to do me. And my mom is always saying I need to concentrate on my future more than my love life."

  "The love thing just happens. A career and a savings account are what take the real work," I said.

  Or so I'd been told.

  The love thing had never just happened for me.

  That's why I pinched myself a few minutes later when my thoughts turned to the handsome Brenden Porter again. While he'd inhaled my scent, his smile had been so soft and content that my heart had flipped over. But that had to be wishful thinking. Billionaires didn't go for the fake lilac smell of discount shampoo.

  But Brenden had been so genuine, so charming and curious about me. I hadn't instigated a single second of the conversation outside of his coffee drink order. That had been all him. And he'd lingered at the counter when most customers wandered off to check their phones or read the bulletin board.

  Brenden couldn't do either of those things. So I must just have been his runner-up for a bit of entertainment while he waited.

  I resolved not to think of the charming billionaire again, but as the customers drifted away and we closed the doors, I couldn't help but remember the highlight of my day. I mopped the floor and mooned over the way Brenden looked when he stepped up to the counter. Just imagining it again made my heart pound in excitement. I'd never seen a man so handsome smile directly at me.

  I sang a little under my breath as I remembered how much he’d said he liked my voice.

  Maybe it was the sleep deprivation but I suddenly felt like Cinderella. I was dreaming up an impossible prince while I did my chores.

  And then I stepped outside the coffee shop and saw the flashy, fancy car driving past.

  For a split second I thought it was Brenden's car. I imagined his driver casually mentioning I was still at work ten hours later. Brenden would direct the older man to pull over and offer me a ride home.

  I blinked and faced the dark parking lot. Or I'd grab the last bus to my neighborhood because I couldn't waste money on a car payment.