Temptation

by K. M. Scott

  Suddenly, the femme fatale my estranged wife had been for so long disappeared and the woman I’d loved stood in front of me. “Cash, you really care about this one, don’t you?” she asked in a soft voice I hadn’t heard her use in years.

  Turning away from her attempt at kindness, I walked past her toward my bedroom. “Leave your key on the counter when you go, Rachel.”

  I listened as my front door closed behind her, my mind scrambling for the answer to how I’d ever explain her to Olivia. I couldn’t lose the one person who’d made me believe I could have something more than just temporary happiness. Sex wasn’t enough anymore. For the first time in years, I had to figure out a way to win back a woman’s heart.

  * * *

  After spending hours sitting in my car and staring up at Olivia’s apartment windows for any sign she’d returned, I had to admit winning her back was going to be harder than I’d thought. I had no idea where she was, and she wouldn’t answer my phone calls. She’d mentioned some friend name Josie, but I didn’t even know her friend’s last name.

  Thinking I’d get my chance to speak to her at work, I waited each day, my heart leaping in my chest whenever I heard footsteps coming toward my office, but she never showed. I couldn’t concentrate on work and I hadn’t slept since she left my place. By the time I left the club on Tuesday night, I’d nearly gone out of my mind thinking about her, so as I had every night since Saturday, I drove to her house and hoped to find her.

  Parked on the street across from her place like some kind of stalker, I waited and finally saw a light flicker on around three in the morning. Probably too late to be knocking on someone’s door, I did it anyway, unable to wait any more.

  I stood outside in her hallway until she finally gave in and answered the door. Her brown eyes still had the same look of hurt in them that I’d seen as she left my place days earlier, but the bruise on her cheek had faded slightly.

  “Cassian, it’s late. I need to go to bed.”

  She began to close the door, but I stuck my foot in to stop her. “I need to talk to you. Let me just explain.”

  “This isn’t about you or what you need. Go home to your wife, Cassian.”

  She leaned hard against the door, squeezing my foot between it and the doorjamb, but I couldn’t let her give up on us yet. “Olivia, let me in. At least let me explain so you know my side. Then I’ll go if you want.”

  The door stopped crushing my foot, and she finally released it and walked into her living room. Following her, I reached out to touch her, missing how she felt in my arms, but she pushed me away. “Say what you have to say and then go.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Rachel. I wanted to. I tried at the club Friday night, and then I tried again Saturday. It just never happened.”

  Her expression twisted into an angry grimace. “Is that the best you can do? You’re a grown man, Cassian. Just admit you lied to me the entire time we were together. At least respect me enough to tell me the truth.”

  “It’s not the truth. Rachel and I haven’t been together as husband and wife for years. I never wanted to lie to you, Olivia. I just never found the right time to admit that I wasn’t divorced yet, but I swear to you we aren’t together.”

  “What’s the difference? You aren’t divorced, but you aren’t with her? Why should I believe you? She obviously has a key to your condo, and she looked right at home there. She’s perfect for you. Just the type of woman you probably always go after.”

  I stepped toward her, but she backed away with a look of disgust that made my heart feel like it was being squeezed in a vice. “Olivia, listen to me. I know I should have told you, but I swear, there’s nothing between me and Rachel. You and I have something great between us. Don’t let my stupid screw up ruin it.”

  Tears welled in her eyes, and she shook her head. “No. It was bad enough to think that I was just one in a long line of women. I can’t be the other woman for you. I won’t be.”

  I grabbed hold of her shoulders and made her look at me. The pain in her beautiful brown eyes nearly made me look away, but I forced myself to say what was in my heart. “Don’t do this. Please. I know I screwed up, but don’t let that ruin what we have. You’re the only woman for me. She’s nothing. Please don’t give up on us. Don’t give up on me.”

  Olivia fought back the tears, but it was no use. They flowed down onto her cheeks as she sobbed, “There’s no us, Cassian. There’s you and her together and stupid me over here who was dumb enough to believe someone like you. How could I have been so blind?”

  “You weren’t blind. She means nothing to me. Olivia, I don’t want to lose you. For the first time in a long time, I want more and that’s because of you.”

  She hung her head and quietly said, “I don’t ever want to see you again. I won’t be coming back to work either.”

  Her words hit me like a fist to the face. Scrambling to find some way to change her mind, I held her close. “You can’t afford that. Come back to work, at least. I don’t want to lose you there.” She shook her head again and I knew I wasn’t getting through. Feeling her slip away, I begged, “Jesus, Olivia. Don’t do this.”

  She yanked her arm from my hold and pounded her fists on my chest as the tears rolled down her face. “Don’t do what, Cash? Make you fucking pay for lying to someone who foolishly cared about you? Do you feel bad, Cassian March? Do you?”

  God, the way she looked up at me with all that pain in her eyes killed me. “Olivia, I’m sorry. Please, I—”

  Burying her face in her hands, she sobbed, “Just go. Go back to your life and all the women you can fuck and just leave me alone.”

  I wanted to take her into my arms and make it all better, but I couldn’t. I’d fucked this up. What I’d always feared would happen had, and I had nobody to blame but myself.

  “I’m sorry, Olivia. I’m sorry.”

  I didn’t want to walk away and leave her there. If I did, I might never see her again, but she wouldn’t listen to me now. All I could do was give her some time and hope if I didn’t give up, she wouldn’t either.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket as I walked back to my car. Checking it, I saw Stefan’s name flash across the screen. He was the last person I wanted to talk to. I silenced it and turned my phone off. The only person I wanted to hear from refused to talk to me, so there was no point in keeping it on.

  Heading back to my condo, I thought of hundreds of ways to show Olivia I was sorry, but the reality was as long as I stayed married to Rachel, Olivia and I would never have a chance at anything. Even if I convinced her of how much I cared, I wasn’t able to offer her anything more than the present.

  She deserved more than that.

  I crawled into bed and smelled her perfume all over my sheets. Soft and flowery, it was warm and gentle and so her. Closing my eyes, I replayed our time together there as an ache settled into my chest. This was all I had left of her now.

  Someone banging on my front door roused me from my misery, and I answered it hoping that the impossible had happened and Olivia had decided to give us another chance. Instead, I saw Stefan and Kane standing in the hallway looking like they had bad news to deliver.

  “What? Whatever it is, I’m sure it could have waited until I get to the office tomorrow.”

  Stefan forced his way into my home and Kane followed, leaving me to close the door and deal with them. Taking a seat on the couch, Kane opened up the laptop he carried and turned it around for me to see.

  “This can’t wait.”

  “That gorgeous piece of ass from that website who came to interview you published an expose about the club. Ciara whatever the fuck her name is has all sorts of details in this article of hers,” Stefan ranted. “You said you had Olivia talk to her and she took care of it.”

  I thought back to that day and nodded as I replayed what I’d heard the two of them talk about. “I did. She got nothing from Olivia.”

  “Then where the fuck did this Ciara person get all t
his info about the fantasy rooms, Cash?”

  “I don’t know, Stefan.”

  “Where has Olivia been anyway? I didn’t see her in her office Monday or Tuesday.”

  I didn’t want to explain to my brother the whole mess I’d made of my relationship with her, so I simply shrugged as if I didn’t know what was going on with Olivia. Kane sat silently watching me, and I was sure he already had a sense that something had happened between us.

  “I thought you two were together now, Cash. What’s going on?” Stefan pushed further. “You don’t think she’d ever do anything to hurt us or the club, do you?”

  There was no way I could believe that. Olivia may have hated me now, but she wasn’t vindictive. No way.

  Kane finally spoke and everything I believed was thrown into doubt. “This is what that Ciara girl wrote. ‘A playground for Tampa’s big spenders, Club X is secretly an illegal sex club frequented by wealthy playboys and some of the most powerful men in our area.’”

  I avoided my brothers’ stares, but Kane knew what I’d been up to with Olivia in the fantasy rooms. Was it possible she’d told Ciara that? But members of the club would know those things too.

  “For what it’s worth, Cash, I don’t think Olivia would ever do that. She’s not that type of person.”

  I looked at Kane and wanted to believe he was right. The problem was after what had happened between Olivia and me, maybe she felt I deserved something like this. What was the old saying? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?

  Inhaling, I let the air out of my lungs slowly and sat back against the couch. “Olivia found out about Rachel before I could tell her. We’re finished, at least for now.”

  My brothers looked at me like I’d just admitted to committing murder. Their expressions were a mix of shock and confusion. I guessed since neither one of them had seen me with any woman for more than a few hours since Rachel, they’d gotten used to me being a man whore.

  “I thought you were going to tell her Friday night when you were in the fantasy room,” Kane said.

  “I tried, but somehow I just never found the right words.”

  Stefan looked confused. “Then how did she find out?”

  “Rachel came by Saturday night when Olivia and I were here. She told her she was my wife, and Olivia ran out of here before I could explain exactly what Rachel was.”

  “Then that’s it. She’s pissed at you and took it out on all of us.”

  Kane shook his head, still not believing Olivia would do it. “I don’t think so, Stefan. Olivia isn’t vicious or mean. She’s been around all of us for a while now, and even if things didn’t work out with Cash, I still don’t think she’d betray us. There’s got to be another answer.”

  “Have you talked to her since Saturday?” Stefan asked.

  I nodded, not wanting to tell them that she’d quit already. With each minute, I began to believe that it had been Olivia who’d been the source for Ciara Danson’s article.

  “What did she say? How do you two plan to work together now that you’re not together? And by the way, I hope you see that even though I routinely hook up with my bartenders, they don’t talk to the press.”

  I looked at Stefan and shook my head in disgust. “Your hook ups usually end up in lawsuits that cost us millions, Stefan, so don’t start with that shit. As for us working together, Olivia quit, but she can’t afford to leave so I don’t know where we stand.”

  “She quit? Then she definitely is the one who spoke to that website. We need to decide what we’re going to do. I say we sue that rag.”

  Kane sat back against the couch and looked like he was thinking things through. “I don’t think it was Olivia, but I agree with Stefan that we need to do something. You may have been successful in getting the cops and the politicians to become members of the club, but if they think their jobs are in jeopardy because of this website, we’ll be on our own. Without them, we can’t stay open. Even that fuck Shank won’t be around to help.”

  Stefan spun the laptop around to face me and pointed at the screen. “Read this.”

  My eyes scanned the words just beneath his fingertip. “Club X may appear like your average, run-of-the-mill nightclub, but the upstairs floors hide a dirty little secret. Set up like their own personal brothel, the fantasy rooms at the March brothers’ club are little more than a whorehouse for the owners.”

  Those words did just what they were intended to do, and I pushed the laptop away. There was no denying it now. Olivia had sold us out to Ciara Danson after what had happened between us, and now the future of my club was in doubt. Fuck!

  I stood and walked over to the window to hide the pain I knew was written all over my face. “I’ll call Ben Jessup in the morning and see what our options are. Until we find out, it’s business as usual. I’ll deal with Shank too, so don’t worry. We’re not shut down yet.”

  “What about Olivia?” Kane asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

  “What about her? She fucking betrayed me—betrayed us—so there’s nothing more about Olivia. Let me get some sleep, and I’ll let you know what Ben and Shank say after I speak to them.”

  As Stefan headed out the door, I heard him say, “Women. Now you see why I only play, Cash. Take your little brother’s advice. Fuck ’em and forget ’em.”

  How ironic that he, of all people, thought he should give me relationship advice. If I didn’t feel like I’d just been gutted, I would have taken a shot at his long deserving face.

  Kane tapped me on the shoulder. “Cash, I think you got it wrong about Olivia.”

  Turning to face him, I looked into his blue eyes so similar to mine and saw he was serious. “You heard what that story said. Tell me that doesn’t sound like Olivia, Kane.”

  “My gut says you’re wrong. Don’t make any decisions about her just yet, okay? Let me check some things out first before you decide to end it for good.”

  I chucked him on the shoulder and pretended like this all wasn’t tearing me up inside. “Check all you need to, but she and I are done.”

  “Okay, Cash. I’ll see you tomorrow. Try to get some sleep.”

  He left me standing there looking out at the gorgeous view that had been the reason I bought this place. Fresh off my breakup with Rachel, I’d been looking for somewhere I could have a good time, but what had clinched the sale was this view. All those women I brought here, and never once had I taken the time to just stand there to look out at the world with anyone until Olivia. I’d been so sure she was different from all of them.

  How fucking wrong I’d been.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Olivia

  I watched as the door closed and Cash walked out of my life, and all I could think of was how stupid I’d been. There are leagues, Olivia. Who did you think you were kidding thinking you could be with someone like Cassian March?

  Whatever we’d had together had been all in my mind. He’d never cared. He was just another player who cared only about getting laid. I’d been such a fool!

  Curling up on the couch, I couldn’t stop the tears from coming again. I’d missed Cash so much the past few days. Each night I’d lay in bed as my mind replayed memories of us, unable to stop myself from wishing he was right there next to me even as I told myself it all had been a lie. I thought I’d cried him out of my system, but just seeing him again tonight had brought all the sadness back like a tidal wave.

  I missed him so much. Not having him next to me made my chest ache. But it didn’t matter. Whatever I’d thought we had was nothing but a lie. I had to accept that.

  A knock on my front door shook me from my misery, and I opened it sure I couldn’t handle any more of Cash’s excuses. I wanted to lash out, and when I saw the person standing in my building’s hallway, that rage only intensified. There right in front of me stood Cash’s wife in all her model-perfect glory wearing a stunning white and black Calvin Klein sheath dress and sky high black Louboutin pumps with their trademark red soles.

  “G
o away. I’m not seeing him anymore, so he’s all yours. I hope you two enjoy your life together.”

  “Let me in, please. I’d like to talk to you.”

  I couldn’t believe my ears! She wanted to talk to me? “No. Go away. I have nothing to say to you other than I didn’t know he was married. I am sorry about that.”

  “Olivia? That’s it, right? Olivia? Let me in. I want to explain.”

  What on earth could she have to explain? Why would the wronged wife want to explain anything to me? I was the mistress, albeit an unwitting one. Wives didn’t explain things to mistresses. “I don’t think so, Rachel. Whatever’s going on, I don’t want to be a part of it.”

  She stepped toward the door and placed her hand over mine. “Give me five minutes. I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

  I looked down at her long fingers tipped with their perfectly manicured red nails and worried if I didn’t agree she might gouge my eyes out with those talons. I didn’t want to hear what she had to say, but if listening meant the end of this whole ugly mess, then I could spare five minutes. It wasn’t like I was going to be sleeping any time soon.

  Standing back, I held the door and watched as she sauntered past me into my apartment. Instantly, I felt out of place in my own home. “What do you want to say, Rachel?”

  She sat down on the couch and waved me over. “Come. I want to tell you the story of Cassian March.”

  I plopped down in my favorite chair and crossed my arms. “I already know that story. It’s an oldie and not a goodie. He’s a player and I got played. What I can’t figure out is why you’re here to say anything to me about him. I already told you I won’t be bothering with him anymore. He’s all yours.”