Montgomery Billionaire Series

by Michelle Love

  ‘Chill, I was kidding. Why were you there?’

  Hayley didn't answer for a second, and a myriad of crazy reasons ran through his mind. Then she shrugged. ‘Potted version, got drunk, got in the car with drunk, drunk rolled car. Got lucky, minor cuts and bruises and no charges.’ She looked at him and for the first time, she saw a vulnerable side to her.

  ‘Hey,’ he said gently, ‘no judgment here. We’ve all done dumb stuff…’

  They were quiet for a moment. The evening was mild, and a fresh breeze blew in from the lake on the property.

  ‘So,’ Hayley’s voice was hesitant, ‘do you want to talk about it? I just thought someone around your age, not family, maybe…’

  Skandar grinned sideways at her. ‘Didn’t you just tell me you’re my Aunt?’

  She didn’t smile. ‘Skandar.’

  He looked away. ‘I…jeez, I don’t even know what to tell you. Annika and I had been flirting a while, you know. She never knew this, but I had the biggest crush on her for years. Of course, being a douchebag, I never let her know, played the field, tried to make her jealous. It worked. Now…’ He shook his head. ‘Wish I hadn’t waited. I thought we had forever.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’

  Skandar squinted across to where the dogs were busy digging up his grandfather’s prized rose bed.

  ‘She was a sweet kid, you know? Why anyone would want to do that to her…’ He trailed off, looking inside at his family, talking and laughing. ‘They think it’s all going to be okay, I can tell.’

  ‘That should give you some comfort.’

  ‘I honestly don’t know. A part of me feels I should be punished for not protecting her.’

  Hayley was silent. ‘Were you together long?’

  Skandar shook his head. ‘Just that night. We'd been flirting and building up to it through the whole meet, then that evening, she came to my room. Said she was tired of waiting.’

  ‘Why’d she leave then?’

  Skandar looked desolate. ‘Carlos Sosa. He has me on a strict no carbs, no sex, no fun regime. He called me that night, said he was coming up to see me, so I had to send her away. If I hadn't, she'd be alive now. God.’

  He put his face in his hands, trying not to scream. Hayley was quiet, leaving him to get hold of himself. He looked up eventually with red eyes.

  ‘Thanks for listening. We don't even know each other, but it's been good.'

  Hayley, never shy, grabbed his phone from his back pocket and programmed her number into it. ‘Call whenever. If you just need to shout and curse, call me, we’ll drive up into the mountains and find a quiet spot and howl and curse to our hearts’ content.’

  She held her hand up for a high-five which he returned and handed his phone back. ‘I'm getting cold, so I'm going to head in. Coming?’

  ‘In a sec.’ He watched her lope back to the house. Good kid, he thought. Real good kid.

  He looked forward to having her as a friend.

  Quilla Chen rested her hand on Jakob’s thigh as he drove them back to their apartment, gazing out at the lights of the city. She heard him sigh and turned to him. His brow was furrowed, his eyes uneasy.

  ‘What are you thinking about?' She stroked his hair back over his ear. Jakob flashed a smile at her but it faded, and he shook his head. ‘Skandar. Damn kid would get himself into trouble.’

  ‘To be fair,' Quilla said gently, ‘he didn't do anything wrong. In fact listening to Joel and Nan tell it, it just seems weird all around. Have you considered that someone might be out to frame him? A rival?’

  He gave her a sharp look then, and she realized he hadn’t considered it. ‘I'm just giving you a for instance,' she tried to get him to smile, but his eyes were hard. ‘What? I didn’t mean to upset you.’

  His face softened. ‘You could never upset me, beautiful. I just had never thought…we’ll talk about this at home, just give me five minutes, I don’t want to be driving when we talk about it.’

  Confused, Quilla nodded, but twenty minutes later she understood. They were sitting in their living room, lights dimmed, and as Quilla kicked off her shoes and curled her legs underneath her, Jakob said the one word that made her skin crawl, her stomach drop. ‘Gregor.’

  Quilla felt the blood drain out of her face. ‘What?’

  Jakob, seeing her distress, sat down next to her and pulled her into the crook of his arm. ‘It's just a theory,' he said, kissing her temple. ‘But we can't find him; the police can't find him. If he thinks – and God, I hate even saying this out loud – if he thinks he hasn't got ‘enough' revenge on me, he could be going after the rest of the family. He knows he won’t get near you again.’

  Quilla didn't say anything, and he tightened his arm around her. ‘Sorry, baby. I might be totally paranoid, but it's worth looking into, right?'

  She nodded. ‘God, yes, anything to help Skandar. I'm a year younger than him, but I feel like a momma bear when he's around.'

  ‘You’re an old soul, Quilla Chen. Something else made me think tonight.’

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘When Nan thought you were pregnant.’

  Quilla laughed. ‘Why is it that whenever a woman says she has news it's always presumed, she's either pregnant or engaged? I might be climbing Everest or…' she cast around, ‘giving an enema to a Blue Whale.'

  Jakob shook his head, still chuckling. ‘Only you could think up something like that. No, what I mean is…for just the briefest second when Nan thought you were pregnant, a part of me wanted you to say ‘Actually yes.’ Then, of course, I got it together and told myself…we haven’t even had that conversation.’

  Quilla chewed her lip. ‘We’ve been together for what now? Six months? Do you think it’s too soon? I mean to discuss in the abstract, yes, but I’m not ready to have kids yet.’

  Jakob nodded. ‘Which was my first thought and there’s something else we’ve ignored up until now. There're twenty-three years between us, Quilla. We've glossed over that fact so far, but it is a consideration we have to deal with.'

  Quilla suddenly felt tears threatening. ‘I love you; I don’t want to be with anyone else.’

  He kissed her. ‘Me neither. This is it for me. But…I have, to be honest. Children have never been high on my list. So if we reach a point where it becomes an issue, we need to face it. Although for a second I was swayed by the idea of you being pregnant, in all honesty, I can’t see it happening.’

  Quilla nodded, her throat thick. She snuggled into his chest so he couldn’t see the sadness in her eyes.

  Because she had thought about children – way off in the future, yes, but his children, green-eyed and beautiful. His revelation struck deep inside her. No kids? She heard him sigh, felt his chest rise and fall against her cheek.

  ‘Anyway, my beauty, I’ve got an early meeting so…’

  In bed, they made love slowly and later, when Quilla had fallen asleep, Jakob slid out from the covers and went into the living room. Sleep had been avoiding him lately, and he felt the build-up of those sleepless nights now. The reason was simple – and one he kept to himself – he was pretty sure Gregor was waging a campaign against his family. After Quilla had been stabilized, her surgeon had spoken to Jakob privately.

  ‘The stab wound isn’t deep, nor violent enough to cause extensive bleeding. From the circumstances you’ve described…it sounds like the attacker meant to wound and not kill. If he was standing next to her, he could have easily stabbed her multiple times in a few seconds and deeply too. He could have easily murdered her, but he didn't. I don’t get what his motive was.’

  For a time, neither did Jakob. It wasn’t until he got the first email – sent through an anonymous IP address – that he knew.

  Next time, she dies.

  It has been a warning, the stabbing. A vicious, nasty, painful warning but just that. Gregor would never stop until he brought Jakob and his family low. Which is why, tonight, when Quilla theorized that someone was framing Skandar, the pieces had fallen into pl
ace.

  Jakob looked at the clock. A little after midnight. He knew his dad would still be up reading. He grabbed his cell – then hesitating crossed the room and looked in to see if Quilla was still asleep. Her face rested on the pillow, her eyes closed, her hair tangled around her. So beautiful. Jakob leaned against the doorframe and watched her breathing for a few moments. I love you, Quilla Chen, so, so much.

  Next time, she dies.

  Jakob swallowed the knot of fear in his throat and went to call his dad.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Hey Boo.

  Samadamadingdong: ‘Sup? You’re online late tonight.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Had a strange day. Met someone.

  Samadamadingdong: Woah! Do tell!

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Not like that. She’s just the coolest person – apart from you, of course

  Samadamadingdong: I’m only your imaginary friend, though. What's she like?

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Funny, smart, gorgeous. And someone I think could be a true friend one day. I wish I were able to say more.

  Samadamadingdong: You know the rules. But I’m glad you have someone like that, dude. I think I may have met that person as well.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Spill it.

  Samadamadingdong: Nah, too early to say for sure. When and if things progress etc. He's kinda messed up at the moment.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Bad news. But I know how he feels so don’t be too judgey.

  Samadamadingdong: Judgey’s my middle name.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Some days I wish you were here so we could really talk.

  Samadamadingdong: I know me too, but then we wouldn't have the luxury of spilling our darkest moments to each other without fear of recrimination or exposure. God, that’s deep for this time of night. Willies bum pee pee.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Lunatic.

  Samadamadingdong: Ya, bruh.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: The fuck? Is that some young person’s talk I don’t know?

  Samadamadingdong: Ya, bruh.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Anyway, should probably get some sleep. Just wanted to check in.

  Samadamadingdong: Ya, bruh.

  SkunkMaladyBibble: Stop that. Sweet dreams.

  Samadamadingdong: Right back at cha. Night, dude.

  Skandar waited as his car was brought around to the back of the house. His grandfather, tensed and antsy, shook his head at him. ‘This really isn’t a good idea.’

  ‘I’m going stir-crazy. Pops. Just sitting here listening to Zoe plot out pre-canned sound bites and statements, waiting for the Italians to drop the bomb on me. The press is already eviscerating me. I need to get out, even for just a few hours.’

  Ran sighed. ‘Just don’t bring Hayley into it. I don’t want those girls harassed. And if Jakob is right, if this is all Gregor Fisk’s doing, I don’t want him targeting Hayley or Nan.’

  Skandar put his hands up. ‘That’s why we’ve planned this down to the last detail. Hayley will meet me there.’

  ‘Halfway up a volcano, in a visitor’s center.’

  ‘Exactly. No-one will think to look for us there. And they have a great little café.' Skandar, rich beyond his wildest dreams, still had enough of his father in him that he still enjoyed a homemade bowl of soup in a family run café.

  Ran nodded. His grandson was willful, had always been so and besides; he was an adult.

  ‘Okay, but, and I mean this, any hint of paparazzi, you hightail it out of there.’

  ‘Like Road Runner, Pops, I promise.’

  Thinking about what his grandfather said, Skandar got an unexpected jolt of pleasure when he saw Hayley waiting for him. His pulse raced, his stomach warmed when he saw her, regulation wooly hat pulled down over her hair, bundled up in a parka, skinny legs in her usual jeans and boots. Up this high on Mt. Rainier, even in the summer, the snow fell relentlessly, densely packed and towering above the few people that were milling around.

  Hayley waved at him as he parked the car and got out. Already, they felt like real friends – since the first night, they had talked on the phone a few times, late into the evening.

  She hugged him now, and Skandar relaxed into her embrace, breathing in her clean scent of her hair. ‘That’s a good, strong hug you have there, Miss Applebee.’

  ‘Oh shut up,’ she said, good-naturedly. ‘Can we get inside? It’s freezing.’

  They queued up with the other visitors, Hayley opting for the tomato soup and hot chocolate, Skandar grabbing a salad to go with his soup, and a bottle of o.j.

  They secreted themselves away in a far corner of the restaurant, away from the other patrons.

  ‘So, got tired of holing up in the castle?’

  Skandar nodded, swallowing a mouthful of soup. ‘I'm sorry for complaining about being captive in a luxury mansion but yeah. And I wanted to see you.’

  Hayley grinned, completely guileless. ‘Of course, why wouldn’t you?’

  ‘How’s your sister?’

  ‘Desperately in love with your dad, it’s quite revolting really.’

  Skandar laughed. ‘Nauseating stuff. How about you? Seeing anyone?’

  ‘Oooh details. Okay, well, yes and no. Yes, I’m seeing someone, no, I’m not seeing anyone.’

  Skandar, ignoring the sting that passed through him, shook his head. ‘That makes no sense.’

  Hayley rolled her eyes. ‘It's complicated…his name is Tim; we dated a while back, last year of high school. He turned up at my college this year, and we reconnected. Now it’s getting where we have to decide whether we’re a couple or just friends.’

  Skandar speared a tomato with a little too much force, and it burst, spattering him with juice. ‘Shoot. Well, how do you feel?’

  ‘Weirdly obligated.’ Hayley admitted, handing him a napkin. ‘I think it’s a case of…’

  ‘He’s more into you than you are him.’

  ‘Yep. And he’s the nicest guy too so…’

  Skandar pushed his plate away. ‘Want my advice?’

  Hayley grinned, and Skandar knew she was about to mock him. ‘I'm just saying as a friend; you deserve better.'

  Hayley shrugged. ‘Truth is…unless I feel a real connection, a meeting of minds, I can’t be bothered. Do you know what I mean? In that case, sex is just sex, not anything of worth.’

  Skandar was surprised. ‘You believe it should be?’

  ‘Well, yeah. Look, I’m all for ‘in the moment’ stuff, don’t get me wrong, but there comes a time when a girl needs to connect with the mind as well as the body.’

  Skandar shook his head, grinning. ‘How’d you get so wise at nineteen?’

  Hayley smiled. ‘You sound like an old man.’

  ‘I feel it at the moment.’

  Hayley reached over took his hand. ‘Skan, this will pass – you did nothing wrong, and they've already admitted that they have no evidence. As for your grief, ride it out. I’ll be here for you, and your family too but it’s not something we can make go away.’

  He twisted his fingers between hers. ‘I’m damn glad my dad met your sister, Hays.’

  She smiled but after a beat gently withdrew her hand. Skandar felt bereft but hid it with a smile. ‘So, tell me more about this mind/body thing you have going on.’

  Hayley grinned wickedly. ‘I could show you a thing or two, Mallory. Um, I mean…god…deploy filter,’ she muttered to herself, tapping her temple, as Skandar laughed out loud. Hayley’s face was red. ‘You know what I mean.’ She waited until he’d stopped laughing and her face had returned to its usual color and heat. ‘What’s your kink rating, Skandar Mallory?’

  Skandar, his mouth full of orange juice, had to swallow before answering. ‘We’re really talking about this, huh?’

  Hayley shrugged. ‘Hey, look, I was brought up in a very sex-negative environment. It wasn’t until I got to college and read The Story of O and Anais Nin that I realized what a beautiful thing sex could be, almost like an art form.'

  Skandar shifted uncomfortably, starting to get turned on. ‘Dude…you
really into being pierced and led around by a chain in your hoo-ha?’

  Hayley grinned. ‘Firstly, I’m impressed you’ve read O, and secondly, nope. But they did set something free in me.’

  ‘So, that being said, have you ‘connected’ with anyone who satisfied you like that?’

  ‘Oh, I haven’t slept with anybody yet, this is all just a theory.’ She said it so nonchalantly that it took a moment for him to process what she’d just said.

  ‘Wait, what? You’re…’

  ‘A virgin? Yep.’

  ‘Wow.’

  ‘Why ‘wow’?’

  Skandar blinked at her. ‘Have you seen you?’

  ‘What do my looks, good or bad, have to do with it?’

  Skandar didn’t answer her for a moment. ‘Nothing, I’m just…you talk about sex as if you’ve really thought about it…so why?’

  ‘I told you. I’m waiting to have that connection. And I have thought about it.’

  Skandar smiled at her. ‘You are something special; you know that?'

  Hayley’s eyes narrowed. ‘Mocking me?’

  ‘I swear, not at all. Impressed. Really impressed. I hope whoever you do decide to sleep with first, deserves you.’

  ‘Thank you. You didn’t answer my question.’

  ‘My kink?’ He smiled at her. The restaurant had emptied out now, so he felt more relaxed. ‘Well, okay. Let's start with my history. Cashed in my v-card at sixteen. Haven’t formed any lasting attachment – until Annika. That night was the best one of my life – my sex life. And, of course, the worst.' He felt hollow again. Hayley pushed the rest of her hot chocolate over to him.

  ‘It's only lukewarm now, but it helps, the sugar helps.'

  He smiled at her gratefully. ‘Can we do this again?’

  ‘Of course. Anytime. Next time, how about we meet in a mall, get some pretzels and hang out like teenagers?’

  ‘You are a teenager.’

  ‘Only my body is. I’m actually forty-nine in maturity.’

  He laughed. ‘I can believe that. And pretzels sound good.'

  Skandar drive back into the city, feeling more relaxed than he had in weeks. Hayley Applebee was enchanting. That was the only word he could up with. And, damn, if she hadn’t turned him on with her brutal honesty about sex. A virgin at nineteen, these days? Alone now, he allowed himself a little fantasy about kissing that rose-bud mouth of hers, twisting his hands in her long hair, letting the fine blonde strands running through his fingers. He thought about the weight of her slender body on top of his, straddling him, her full pert breasts bouncing as she rode him…jesus, man, pull yourself together. You cannot fall for your dad’s girlfriend’s sister. God, that was way too complicated. Still, he felt lighter, almost high, a smile plastered on his face. At the turning for his grandfather’s place, he let the car drive past the entrance to the property, knowing where he really wanted to be. Home. His condo where all his stuff was. Yeah, there might be paparazzi, but it had been weeks – maybe they had better things to do now. If nothing else, he needed to grab some more clothes. With that in mind, he turned the car and drove into the city.