The world is crumbling down around me, and I wonder how I’m going to tell my people at my company that I’ve just lost everything. I’ve allowed my success to slide right through my fingers—all because of a guy.
Tearfully, I ask the cab driver to take me home. I want to be in my apartment and to never come out again.
Claire
Tears are streaming down my face as the driver pulls up to my building. I’m sure he wonders what’s wrong with me.
I aim to get into my apartment as quickly as possible so that I can try to escape the pain away from the public eye. I look around to see if anyone is outside.
I’m alone.
It’s my first lucky strike of the day.
Once I’m safely within the confines of my own environment, I lean against the door and know that I have to do the inevitable. I have to text Charlotte so that she can tell everybody that the gig is up, that I lost the contract.
I text her through blurry, tear-stained eyes. And then I throw my phone across the across the room.
All I can think of is how stupid I’ve been. I just lost everything because I chose to trust the one man I knew to stay away from.
I was literally in bed with the enemy this entire time. I let my heart dictate my life instead of listening to my rational mind.
Liam is more than just a playboy. He’s a manipulative bastard who’s only out for money.
I walked into his trap so easily. I let myself believe I could be loved by him, by my dream guy—and he’s shown me so very clearly that the notion is false. He doesn’t love me, he doesn’t care about me, and he never has.
In my bedroom, I pull the blinds and let the darkness surround me. I feel like I will never see light again.
I crawl under the duvet and allow myself to let go of all the emotions I’ve been trying to hold in. I sob into my pillow until there are no tears left and I’ve cried myself to sleep.
I dream of Liam as a monster disguised as a golden god. He’s after me like a dark shadow that prevents my happiness at all costs.
I’m jolted awake by my phone buzzing from the living room. I get it and see his name flashing across the screen.
Liam’s calling, and I don’t know why or what he could possibly have to say. Should I answer?
“Hello?”
“Claire, are you okay? I need you to listen to me. All of that was coming from Evan. He’s the one that’s been plotting against you this entire time. Can you understand that?” His voice is pleading and urgent.
More lies.
He’s telling me more lies.
“No, Liam, what you did was terrible. It’s over. I never want to see you again,” I say angrily.
“Baby, I need you to know that it might’ve taken me a while, but I really believe in you. Your talent shines through, and you deserved to win the campaign. I mean that. And besides, I care about you. I don’t want to lose you.”
I want to believe his words, but…
No. I’ve vowed to myself that I will never trust Liam again. He doesn’t deserve me. I know the truth.
“Just forget it, Liam. Evan told me everything. I know you guys have been plotting against me from the beginning.
“I admit I may have snuck a look at your computer folder, but I never stole any ideas. What I did wasn’t malicious like what you did to me. You’ve been planning on taking me down from the beginning. I never should’ve trusted you,” I say angrily.
“Baby, that’s not the truth. Just let me see you so that we can talk about this,” he says.
“I’m not your baby anymore. Don’t you dare call me that. I know you’ve been faking your affection for me this entire time to try to steal my ideas and my company.
“Well, you’ve won Liam. You’ve taken everything from me, so I hope you’re happy,” I say as I once again throw my phone across the room. I will probably need a new phone in addition to a new career. And a new love life.
I’m enraged and crying. Contradicting emotions fly unfiltered through my system as I realize what I’ve lost.
Yes, I’m angry. Yes, I’m devastated.
But it’s taken losing him to realize that despite the anger and devastation, I think I’m in love with Liam.
And instead of it being a happy revelation, it’s a heartache like I could never have imagined. I’ve lost my company and the love of my life all in the span of one day.
I walk to the liquor cabinet and take out a bottle of vodka. I pour myself a shot and then another. I need something to numb the pain. I simply can’t face this kind of sadness.
Then I retreat back into my darkened bedroom and cry for the rest of the night.
Liam
He's a snake.
He's a bad friend.
He's the enemy I never saw coming.
Evan's an asshole and I can't believe I didn't see it before.
I pace around my office, fuming. I need to calm myself before calling Trish to tell Evan to come in here. I unclench my fists. I'm ready to face him.
It's gonna take all my willpower not to get violent. He's earned it. But I don't need a lawsuit coming my way. I'll fire him and cut the cord for good, but he'll least walk out of here in one piece. He doesn't even deserve that. But I am more than that.
Evan knocks on my door and I tell him to come in. All I see is red. Rage consumes me but I'd like to hear his explanation, no matter how flimsy it is.
"Hey Liam," he says, approaching me. "About what happened. I was trying to protect—"
I cut him off. On second thought, I’ll lose control if I hear one more word.
"Evan, you're here because I want you to know that you just got fired. You really fucked up today. I never want to see you again and if it's up to me I'll make sure you never work in this town again. Got it?"
He looks at me before he spews venom.
"You think you're so great Liam, don't you? You'll never make it without me. I did all your dirty work. Always have. I'm the one that keeps this company together."
He's so wrapped up in himself, it's ridiculous. For him to think he has any authority in my business is just the most delusional thing I think I've ever heard.
"Evan, you're the wrong fit for this company. I can easily replace you and now I want you to go."
He begins to act fanatical.
"You're a goddamn fool, Liam. You let some girl come between us. She's not even worth it. She's a nobody. By the time you realize that and leave her, I'll be gone and you'll be left to fend for yourself. You can't run this company without me. I've been doing everything for you. I'm the brains behind this operation."
I'm fuming as he has the nerve to reference Claire. I can't forget about what he did to her today.
"You're off your rocker. None of that is true. What you did to Claire was awful. You really did dig your own grave. Now leave."
This triggers him to scream and act crazy.
"You'll see Liam. Everything's gonna fall apart without me. How can you be so blind?"
"Evan, leave now or I'll call security."
"Whatever," he says as he leaves and slams the door.
I'm glad it didn't get messier than that. But just in case, I pick up the phone and call security to make them aware of the situation. I tell them to personally escort Evan out of the building if he doesn't leave willingly.
It's all making sense now. Evan's ruthless desire to destroy Claire was a set up for his own success. For some reason, he thinks he’s more valuable to this company than he really is.
I never should've let him in my inner circle. He has his good points but all that’s overshadowed by his faults. He's a bad friend, jealous of my success.
And it took losing the love of my life for me to realize that.
Now that Evan's gone, I turn my full attention to figuring out how to win back Claire. Her voice on the phone sounded so wounded and sad that it crushes my heart just thinking about it.
I sit at my desk and deliberate the various options. I think about heading over
there right now and professing my love. But first I have to do the right thing.
I pick up the phone and call the people at Velvet Luxe. I’ll personally amend this situation.
Immediately, they put me through to one of the execs. I love that my status means never having to wait. The secretary tells me the executive's name is Sarah.
"Sarah, this is Liam Alton. I just need to set the record straight that everything my vice president told you was not true. Claire never stole any ideas for her campaign. It was all original."
"Are you sure about this Liam? Your vice president was pretty clear that he had evidence of Claire's cheating," she says.
I could easily take advantage of this opportunity. I could steal the Velvet Luxe campaign right from under Claire. But that was the old me.
The new me believes she actually deserves it. I really and truly am proud of her and I know that this campaign was hers all along. I don't want to take advantage of the situation at all, I just want to fix things for Claire.
"I'm absolutely positive. I've just fired my VP. He's a bad egg and quite frankly, he's acting crazy. I want you to know that Claire deserves this. She worked hard for it. Please, give her another chance," I say, hoping that I've convinced her.
"Well," she says. "Claire's campaign really did shine against all the rest. She’s our first choice and if all you're saying is true, then I don't see why she can't take over the project once again."
"That's great. Thanks a lot. I promise you won't regret this," I say to her.
"Then, there's only one thing left to do. Do you want to tell Claire personally or shall I call her?" Sarah asks.
It's a perfect opportunity for me to sweep in and try to convince Claire that it's been her all along.
"Don't worry about it Sarah, I'll call her. I would love to be the one to deliver the good news considering it was my VP who ruined everything for her," I say.
"Okay, Liam, please tell her that we're so excited to work with her, now that this new information has come to light."
"Thank you, and goodbye," I say, feeling elated.
Now I have some clout, something that could sway Claire. I don't want to just call her and deliver the news, I want to see her in person.
But I feel like right now isn’t the right time. I'll give it the night, let her cooldown, and approach her tomorrow.
I decide to leave the office early so that I can go back to my place, clear my head and prepare for Claire.
The limo ride only reminds me of how she's uncomfortable being spoiled with luxuries. I miss her being by my side.
At my penthouse apartment, I spend the night thinking about her. I got her the campaign back but that doesn't necessarily mean she’ll take me back.
What if I can't convince her that it was Evan's idea? What if she doesn't trust that I believe in her talent?
What if I lose Claire?
I push those thoughts aside. Whatever I want, I get because I’m prepared to work hard for it. There’s nothing I won’t do now just to win her back.
Claire
I feel forlorn over Liam.
The world has come crashing down around me and I find it hard to breathe.
I slept fitfully through the night in waves of tears and bad dreams.
I'm heartbroken over the coming loss of my company and I'm heartbroken over him.
I keep chastising myself for not being able to see this coming, for letting me be vulnerable like this. But then I remember how he was with me. The gentle yet hard way he made love to me, the sweet kisses, and the undeniable connection between us.
Was it all a lie? Could Liam have been that good at deceiving? Or was I just too eager to believe him?
My thoughts vacillate back-and-forth between wanting to think what we had was real and knowing he's the scum of the earth.
Charlotte's checked in on me several times but besides that, I haven't talked to anybody. I don't plan on leaving my apartment for the next couple days. I just need to be alone and try to mend my heart. Something tells me it's gonna be a very long process.
It's midmorning and I'm about to make my fourth espresso. I need caffeine to jolt me back to reality. I have to figure out a game plan for my career. And I have to help my employees find new jobs.
The logistics of closing my company are overwhelming. I don't plan on getting a lot done for my apartment but nothing's gonna get me to leave. I need to recover first.
My phone rings and I think it's Charlotte once again but it's coming from an unknown number. I answer reluctantly.
"Hello?"
"Hi Claire, this is Sarah from Velvet Luxe. I'm one of the executives who reviewed your campaign. I just wanted to personally congratulate you on the good news."
"Good news? Has something happened?" I say.
"Oh, you haven't heard yet? Then I'll let Liam be the one to tell you. But I just want to say that were so sorry for the misunderstanding. Please be in touch with me later."
"Um, okay. Thanks, I guess."
I hang up with her and wonder about what happened. What could she be referring to? Maybe this has to do with Liam's plan? Maybe I'll somehow still be part of the campaign in a small way?
I don't know but my mind is reeling. I feel like a broken shell of emotions. I feel like I've been through a storm and though the waters are now peaceful, gloom has set in everywhere.
As much as I want to be optimistic about it, I can’t focus on what Sarah said. Thoughts are randomly bouncing around my head.
Will I ever be happy again? Will I ever be able to forget about Liam?
Despite his betrayal, I find it hard to instantly stop caring about him. What we had was special and even if it was all a lie, it's hard for me to forget because I was real for me.
I curl up on my window seat with my warm cup of espresso and think about him.
Fall is transitioning into winter and I think about all the cold, lonely days ahead of me.
There's a knock at the door and I figure it's Charlotte. She really won't leave me alone. She can tell that I'm so heart broken, I just need to be alone for a while.
I go to answer it and don't even care that I'm in my pajama pants. I don't need to show off for her. It might make her more worried, but I can’t be bothered now with getting dressed.
I open the door expecting to see her but instead, Liam is standing before me.
His large body takes up most of the doorframe and I find myself thinking how handsome he is. At the same time, I remember to put on my most unaffected face so that he doesn't know just how much I’m hurt.
"What are you doing here?" I say with only a hint of sullenness in my voice.
"I'm here to win you back," he says.
"You can't be serious. You set me up, Liam. I fell for your stupid plan and now you have everything."
"Can I please come in so we can talk?" he asks.
What's the harm? The damage is done. I might as well hear what he has to say. I step back so he can come into my little place.
He walks in and makes himself quite at home, sitting on the couch before I have a chance to offer it. He's still so full of arrogance but now I find myself thinking that it's endearing. And I realize how much I miss it.
"Claire, I wanted to come by to deliver the good news. I got you back the Velvet Luxe contract. I told them it was all Evan's fault, that he was deranged, and he set you up."
"You did?" I'm astonished. "This woman named Sarah called. She's one of the executives. She was congratulating me and talking about something that I didn't understand. I guess it must've been that."
"It didn't take much to convince them," he says. "Once I told them the truth, everything fell into place. I'm sorry Claire. For awhile, I was in on Evan's plan. But then, as I got to know you better, I realized that you're this creative spirit. I started to see things in a different way. I started to see you in a different way, though just a bit too late."
His words pierce my heart and I don't know what to say. I'm literally left spe
echless.
He continues.
"You have to believe me that I didn't want Evan to do any of that. He took his plan too far. He's lost his mind a little. I fired him, but I know that won’t change what happened. I just want to apologize for how much it hurt you. I should never have thought to take over your company in the first place. But I promise you that what we have is real, and I wasn't faking any of it."
I look at him and want to jump into his arms, but I know it's too soon. I have my own apology to make. I want to come clean too.
"Liam, if what you say is true, then I think I owe you an apology also. I spied on you. One morning after we slept together in your penthouse, I logged into your computer and I looked at your folder full of ideas for the campaign. I feel awful about doing it, but you see, I was desperate to save my company. I would've done anything.
“Once I found what I was looking for, I came to recognize that my talent is enough. I realized too late that I don't need to spy or do anything deceitful to win. My campaign was based solely on my own ideas. I hope you know that."
He seems relieved but still intense at the same time. I wonder what he's thinking and if I’ll be forgiven.
After a few seconds, he stands and takes me in his arms.
"Claire, I’d forgive you for anything. I’ll go to the ends of the earth for you. Somehow, someway, you’ve stolen my heart."
His words bring tears to my eyes as I ascertain that happiness is within my grasp once again. Happiness for me is having him in my life.
He holds me tightly and then leans down to plant the most tender of kisses on my trembling lips.
Just I'm getting ready for things to go further and to feel that glorious cock inside of me at last, he pulls me towards the front door and opens it. He beckons me into the hallway and as I step out I see dozens of black and white boxes marked Velvet Luxe.
"What is this?"
"Instead of a dozen roses, I decided to buy you some Velvet Luxe lingerie. And now I want to see you in it,” his tone takes a turn and becomes a little bit darker.
I look at all the boxes and I can surmise that there's at least $50,000 worth of lingerie here. He's hit on my secret dream. I've been eyeing their stuff for a while now with envy.
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