Her Two Billionaires

by Julia Kent

Page 2

 

  Jill.

  He sighed, his shoulders slumping, and as he leaned forward, cradling his face in his hands, a wash of nostalgia, of mourning, of pain came over him. And this time he let it. Normally, he pushed it away, manned up and did what a lot of guys do – went for a run, watched the football game, ate too many wings, pumped iron. But right now he let his feelings sink in. Watching her die had been one of the most – no, the most difficult thing – Dylan had ever experienced. The helplessness had nearly killed him, too. Mike had just retreated into his own world. Running tens of miles, half marathons, day in and day out until his shoes wore out within weeks, until his feet blistered, until he put his body into a state of pain that let some of the agony in his heart leak out.

  Dylan wasnt like that. Dylan had fought and fought, and fought, had argued with the doctors, had argued with Jill. Bargained with God and anyone who could help. Had tried to convince her to try all sorts of alternative therapies that he had read about on the Internet, from vitamin C to certain yoga positions to chelation – and while the doctors said none for it could hurt, none of it helped.

  Jill had gently accepted her own fate after a valiant struggle; Dylan had never accepted it. Ever. Here he was, a year and a half after her death finding someone like Laura, hoping that maybe she could help to repair some of the scars that were still fresh from Jills death.

  And then Mike goes and turns into a snake.

  Why would he do this? This wasnt Mikes style at all. He wasnt the type to poach a girl. Mike was the beta. They joked about it. Dylan was the alpha and Mike was the beta and that was just the law of nature and how things worked between the two of them – between the three of them, with Jill. Jill had liked Mikes sensitive touchy-feelly, new-agey nature and she’d loved Dylans arrogance.

  Oh, that had hurt. She had called him arrogant all the time, as if his self-confidence didnt have a bedrock foundation for his firm grounding. Here he was a fire-fighter, a paramedic – built, a former model and he was arrogant? He could wave it away most of the time, but now he just chuckled to himself, thinking about the times she had put him in his place. Frankly, he had needed that, needed her steady, sardonic wit, her –

  "Oh, stop it Dylan. Shes gone. Just stop it," he mumbled to himself. He looke,d up stared at the monitor again, and the nostalgia came to a screeching halt.

  He narrowed his eyes.

  It was time for the alpha to put the beta in his place.

  Whistling some Lady Gaga tune that hed caught in the car on the long drive home from the mountain, Mike was feeling pretty pleased with himself. He had just proven that he, on his own, could catch the same woman Dylan could catch.

  And boy, what a catch Laura was. Way more than he ever expected. She was absolutely, positively nothing like Jill. And yet, he had a feeling that if the two had met, Jill would have really liked her – and probably would have given her approval. Laura accepted the fact that he was quiet sometimes and he was able to sit in absolute silence with her, out in a field, staring at the mountain. The two of them could just coexist in peace together. You couldnt find that in many people. Very few, in fact.

  Jill had been one of them. Dylan definitely wasnt, but he had other traits that made him worth being with, hard as it might be these days to remember them. As he pulled into his parking spot his mind was filled with nothing but plans to see Laura again. A niggling irritant scratched deep within his brain, though, ruining the absolute perfection of this new beginning.

  Dylan.

  He had to tell Dylan at some point and it wasnt going to go well. He and Dylan had been together since high school and he knew him backwards, forwards and upside-down. Even though Mikes intentions were pure, Dylan would view this as a threat, as a challenge, as some sort of – as Dylan put it – alpha-beta problem.

  Mike just rolled his eyes and ignored the alpha-beta crap because he knew that on the surface he looked like a beta. They werent wolves, though, and this wasnt a pack; they were human beings who were complex and nuanced. And he could show Dylan, and himself, that he was capable of going out on his own and find a woman.

  Well, okay, that wasnt quite fair. Dylan had found the woman. Fair enough – but he could go out on his own and test the waters. Make sure the woman was attracted to him on her own and not as part of some package with Dylan at the lead.

  He had just done that today. Quite pleased with himself, that sense of pleasure faded, like a light switch being flipped off, the second he walked in the apartment and saw Dylan’s face.

  "You slept with her, didnt you?" Dylan wasnt just pissed. Betrayal was too mild a word to describe his feelings. He was itching for a fight, his fingers clenching against his hot palms.

  Mike walked through the door, a cheerful smile on his face, a loose, languid quality to his joints that made Dylan want to throw him against the wall and beat the ever-loving shit out of him for taking his woman.

  Their woman.

  Funny, how history seemed to repeat itself. Because this is exactly what had happened with Jill almost ten years ago when theyd all first met. Mike would deny it, but the reality was that Jill had been Dylans girlfriend and Mike had been the interloper then. So, even though Dylan knew that they had this running joke, that he was the alpha and Mike was the beta. Mike was neither – he was really just a snake.

  A snake Dylan couldnt live without.

  “You son of a bitch, you went and – you found Laura and you – the morning after my date with her, you contacted her and got her to go out with you!” He couldnt help but stammer, and the sputtering made him feel small and insignificant, reduced to babbling like a lovesick teen. Fury plumed in him, hot and fast, with a taste like blood.

  Mike stopped dead in his tracks and shoved his hands in his pockets, staring ahead at Dylan, eyes boring into his.

  “Yep. ”

  That enraged Dylan more than anything, because he knew at this point Mike would only give one-word answers. Like a robot, the man shut down and steeled himself, becoming an impenetrable fortress of quotidian bullshit.

  “So you knew how important this date was, you knew that I was checking her out for us, not just for me, you jerk!” Dylan seethed now, his anger fueled by Mikes withdrawal. “So, why in the hell would you go behind my back and contact her? And a few hours after I slept with her!”

  “I didnt know you slept with her!”

  Dylan cocked his head, rolled his eyes, and made an Oh please! gesture. “Right, like any woman I wanna sleep with isnt going to sleep with me on the first date!”

  Mike let out a puff of laughter. “Do you know how much you sound like a total douche? Like any woman I wanna sleep with is gonna to turn me down,” he mocked, his hands gesturing like Dylans, chest puffed up and prancing around like a peacock. Animated, mocking Mike was way worse than Robot Mike.

  Dylan could feel his heart rate zoom, and, he feared, his skin turn green as he morphed into something so angry he couldnt control it, a firefighter, billionaire Hulk.

  And it was all aimed right at Mike.

  “What you do or dont do on your dates, Dylan, is up to you. " Mike replied. A cold wall, unreadable. Typical Mike.

  “When youre poaching women that I find for us, it becomes my business, Mike!”

  “I never asked you to go out and find women for us, Dylan!”

  “Well, you never not asked me! Its been eighteen months. When are you gonna get over Jill?”

  Mike pursed his lips, his nostrils flaring, the affable good guy now morphing into something that Dylan knew was under the surface. “I think I can ask you the same question, Dyl. When are you gonna get over Jill? When are you gonna get over this idea that theres some perfect woman out there for us. There isnt. Theres a good woman for you and theres a good woman for me, but the perfect woman for us? Thats. . . ” Dipping his head and hiding his face, Mikes voice faded out as if it were too impossible to voice.

  “Then why did you date Laura – why
did you go after her? Doesnt make any sense Mike, what youre saying man. ” Dylans heart rate started to slowly drop. He knew where this was going and he knew that picking a fight with the man he loved was about the last thing on earth that he needed right now. And yet he couldnt help himself, because, son of a bitch, the guy had just gone and taken away the woman that he was trying to court for both of them.

  “You wanna know the truth?” Mike ran a hand through his thick blonde hair and shook his head, smiled ruefully. “The real truth, Dylan?”

  “No shit, Mike, of course I wanna know the truth. Dont lie to me. Oh, wait a minute. Hey – you already did!”

  Mike rolled his eyes again. “The truth is, I wanted to prove that whatever woman you try to find for us is independently attracted to me. Im sick and tired of getting your sloppy seconds. ”

  “Oh, so now Jill was sloppy seconds!”

  “I did not say that!” Mike straightened up to his full height. Six feet, five inches. A wall of runners muscle. Now the aggression was coming out, the anger was reaching the surface, and Dylan could watch it, but all he could do was respond to it, instinct taking over.

  “I never said that about, Jill. But you know how that worked. I had – ”

  “Dylan, you cant just go out and find some woman and throw her down at my feet like a table scrap and expect us to live in threesome harmony. You have to respect the fact that I need to care about her, too. I need to make sure that she cares about me as well. ”

  Dylan had known at the back of his mind that this was true. Of course it was true. Of course Mike should feel that whoever they shared was in love with him – in love with both of them but in love with him. Dylan knew it. Dylan had known from the moment he met Jill that she was head-over-heels in love with him and the other night with Laura he had felt something awfully close to that, maybe even the same as that, but he was holding back. Grief had a way of messing with him.

  Now here stood Mike, pissed as hell at him. The two of them facing off, the anger tangible, so palpable he could almost lick its bicep.

  And then suddenly, both men pulled back. Mike peered at him. “You know, theres only one way to find out where this is going. ”

  Dylan shook his head. “She wont answer my texts. She wont answer my phone calls. She wont – it’s like, man, she just cut me out. ”

  Mike frowned. “That does not square with the woman I met. Lauras warm, shes intelligent, shes eager to find someone to connect with to develop a relationship with. ” As Mike continued, Dylan screwed up his face, a bit jealous that Mike got that much out of her whereas Dylan had had more of a surface level experience. More entertainment than emotion.

  “Dylan – you listening to me?”

  “Yeah, sorry. My mind just wandered. ”

  “What the hell are we supposed to do about this mess now?” Mike asked.

  Dylan threw his hands up in the air and made a sputtering sound. “Hell if I know. Then again Im not so sure we have a situation if she keeps ignoring me. ” He reached his hand out to shake Mikes. Mike gave him a confused look but grasped his hand. “Then,” said Dylan dramatically “the better man won!”

  Mike screwed up his face in a grimace. “Thats not how this is supposed to work. ”