The Billionaire's Mistress Complete Series: Alpha Billionaire Romance (14 page)

M
y pretty Cinderella
dress was stuck in the back of my closet. I’d tucked the shoes away too. I'd never wear them again, but I didn't have the heart to give them away. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Too bad I couldn’t pack away the memories as easily.

I was in the shower now, in an effort to wash them away, but that wasn’t working particularly well.

The pounding, hot spray felt wonderful on aching muscles, and it chased away the chill I hadn’t been able to lose, but it did nothing to ease the guilt or my anger.

I knew I could stand under this spray for twenty years, and it wouldn’t do anything. I could stand here for two
hundred
years, and it wouldn’t lessen the guilt. Because I was guilty.

The water slid over my breasts, droplets gathering on my belly to slope down and collect in the nest of curls between my thighs. To collect in that place where Jal had done so much for me. One particular memory came back with enough force to almost hurt.

Jal on his knees in front of me as I lay on the couch, spreading me with his thumbs, looking at me as he bent low.
I’m going to eat this pretty pussy right up, Allie…say yes, say you want it.

Moaning, I slid my hand down and cupped myself, because that memory alone made me burn.

Last night had been everything I'd been missing. Tao was a good lover, knew how to bring pleasure to my body. But the passion I’d had last night had shattered everything I thought I knew.

Desperate, I hurried through the rest of my shower, turning the water down to cold so I wouldn’t be tempted to remember more about last night, tempted to try to relive it.

Tears burned my eyes again, but I fought them back and won...again. I had no idea if the tears were from pity or something more, but once I gave in, it was going to be ugly and messy, and I didn’t want to do that now. Maybe tonight.

I wasn’t even sure if I deserved them.

My phone buzzed as I was drying off. For a moment, hope flared bright inside me at the thought of Jal calling me. Except it wasn't Jal. It was Tao, and I almost ignored it. He’d been texting off and on since nine, and I knew he wanted to know about last night. I didn’t want to talk about it, but I knew if I put it off too long, though, he’d just show up.

W
ant to meet for breakfast
?

I
put
the phone down after I sent the text and wiggled into my panties.

Y
es
. When?

I
needed
time to dry my hair so I asked for an hour and named our favorite meeting place. He shot me back a smiley face, then I set about dealing with the nightmare that had become my hair.

I wasn’t going to think about Jal for a few minutes.

I really, really, really wasn’t.

But I hadn’t even managed to work the cream condition through my hair before he popped into my thoughts again.

This was going to be a fucking long day.

* * *

I
had
no sooner sat down when Tao leaned forward, pinning me with a dark look. “You tramp. You slept with him, didn’t you?”

Blood rushed to my cheeks. If I could have sunk into the cracked vinyl of the booth, I would have. “You asshole. Why don’t you say it a little louder? People in Maine might hear it next time.”

Tao waved a hand around the mostly empty diner. “
Hello…
it’s Saturday and the place is dead. Now answer me.”

The server appeared and offered coffee, which I gratefully accepted. After I had a few sips, I decided I could handle this without killing my best friend.

I still gave him a dark look, but Tao gave me a cheeky grin in return.

“I’m waiting.”

I took another sip of coffee, sighed in satisfaction. In another hour, if I kept this up, I might feel warm again. I might feel alive. Too bad strong coffee did nothing to relieve guilt.

Just like that, my almost-okay mood plummeted and crashed.

“Hey…” Tao touched my arm, and I looked up, met his eyes. “You going to talk to me?”

“Not so sure.” I gave him a weak smile as I put the cup down.

Pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes, I tried to block out the memories. Jal’s hands on me, his mouth…the way he’d whispered my name in his sleep. How it had felt to fall asleep in his arms. Safe. Protected.

“I don’t know what the hell came over me, Tao. I don’t know what drove me to do something so, so…
stupid
.”

“How drunk were you?”

“I
wish
I could blame it on that. I’d had some wine in the limo, and then some champagne at the event. I was tipsy, maybe, but I wasn’t drunk.” Blowing out a hard breath, I shook my head. “The fact of the matter is, I knew what I was doing. I knew, and I just didn’t care. I even knew I’d end up regretting it.” I held out my hands. “This is me. Regretting it.”

“And yet…” Tao prompted me.

“I’d do it again,” I whispered, that awful guilt swamping me once more, and I let it. I deserved it. “What does that say about me, Tao?”

“It says you made a mistake.” Tao caught my hands, twined our fingers. “It’s not the end of the world, honey.”

“No, it’s just the end of my self respect. I told myself I would never do something like this.” I squeezed my eyes shut against the tears. I’d have to cry them out sooner or later, but I wasn’t going to do it here.

“Allie. Look at me.” Tao squeezed my fingers.

I did, swallowing around the knot in my throat.

“You know, you weren’t the only one in the bed.”

On the desk
, my mind automatically corrected. And then on the couch. No bed. The bed he shared with my sister.

Tao continued, “And you aren't the one who broke a promise. He’s the one who's engaged. Not you. That's on
him
.”

I wish I could say that made me feel better, but it didn't.

“He's engaged to my sister.” Tao knew about the Hedges, about how I'd come to be. “Don't you get it? He’s engaged to marry Paisley, and I slept with him.”

Tao blinked, but it didn’t throw him off stride much. I don’t know if anything could really throw him.

“What kind of woman
does
that?” I shook my head. “No, we both know what sort of woman does that. I love my mom, Tao, you know I do, but I never wanted this part of my life to be like hers. But I am. I'm just like her. Ruining my sisters' lives just like my mother did.”

Tao snorted, and the sound got my attention. Letting go of my hands, he leaned back in the booth. “Come on, Allie, you know better than that. Your mom's not perfect, but she's a hell of a lot better than mine. You know as well as I do that she never asked your father to leave his daughters, never wanted to hurt anyone. Yeah, she screwed up. You did too, but you didn't do it out of spite.”

Hadn't I? And that was another part of the guilt, I realized. Had a part of me wanted to sleep with Jal
because
he was Paisley's fiancé? Had I wanted him to hurt her?

She can clean my room.
I can still hear her voice, the look on her face as she said it.

“Look at me,” Tao said. And he waited until I did. “You're not a bad person, Allie. No matter what you're telling yourself, you didn't do this because of Paisley. You did it in spite of her. You had sex with Jal because you wanted it. Wanted him. I'm not going to act like it wasn't a stupid thing to do, but don't beat yourself up over something that wasn't a part of it.”

“You act like this is so simple.”

“It is simple. And it’s not.” He jerked his shoulder in a shrug as the server came by, carrying our food. He paused as she put the plates down. He’d ordered for me, like always and I was glad because I didn’t want to talk to anybody. Right now, I didn’t know if I even wanted to keep talking to Tao.

Once she was gone, he said, “You want to make this more complicated than it already is because you want to think of yourself as the bad guy. Don’t. You're not. It'll just make you feel worse, and you’re already drowning in guilt.” He paused for a moment, and then asked, “Now, are you going to eat that bacon or can I have it?”

“You are not touching my bacon.” I sniffed and sat up, eying my plate with little enthusiasm.

Tao shot me a cheerful smile and patted my hand. “Cheer up, honey. Eat. We’ll go to a museum, and I’ll distract you with my charming self.”

With a tired laugh, I picked up a piece of bacon.

“Sure. Why not?”

I doubted it would work, but I couldn’t sit around and brood all weekend, could I?

“
I
'm sorry
, Mr. Lindstrom.” The man in front of me wrung his hands, his eyes wide and over-bright. “You know I would do anything to be able to help you out, but there some things I just can't do.”

If he’d do anything, then why in the hell wouldn’t he give me her phone number? He was the owner of the fucking salon, and he wouldn't just give me some way to contact her. I could've gone to her house, I supposed, but I knew she lived with her parents, and I didn't want to get them involved in any of this. I just wanted to talk to her.

The near panic in his gaze had me turning away before I made it even worse. I didn't like using who I was to intimidate people, even unintentionally. Shoving my hands through my hair, I stared hard at her work area as if that would make her appear.

So far, it hadn’t worked.

“When is she working again?” I demanded suddenly.

“Would you like to make an appointment?” Alistair asked hesitantly.

“No,” I snapped. And a split second later, I realized I should have said yes.

“Well…” Alistair cleared his throat, then in the same, apologetic tone, he continued, “I really can't be giving out my employee's schedules...” The words trailed off, then he smiled at me, brightening. “Perhaps if you could leave your information? I could give it to Allie, and then she could contact you.”

Somehow I didn't think she would do that. I had a feeling that if I didn't make the effort, I'd never see her again. She’d run away this morning because she hadn’t wanted to face me.

The likelihood of her calling me? I placed my odds at about a million to one.

Part of me should've been glad, and I knew it. She’d saved us both the awkward morning after talk, and if I’d just let it go, I wouldn’t have to worry about apologizing or seeing her again.

It would all just be over.

But I didn’t
want
it to be over.

I wanted to see her again.

I wanted to touch her again.

I just plain
wanted
her.

And no matter what, I needed to apologize for the position I'd put her in.

Aware that the manager was still staring at me, I met his eyes. “No, that’s not necessary. Thanks.”

Two hours later, I stood at the curb in front of the house where we'd picked her up Friday night. I hadn't wanted to come here, but I knew I hadn't had much of a choice in the matter. I needed to see her.

A few people glanced my way, their gazes lingering. Then those gazes moved to the car and lingered even longer. Part of me wondered if the McLaren would be in one piece after I spoke with Allie, or if it'd even be here at all.

Tossing my keys up and down, I took the steps at a jog, feeling like a bug under a microscope.

I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Blowing out a breath, I waited a minute, then tried again.

It wasn’t early, but we’d definitely had a…busy night. But shouldn't her family have been home? What were the chances that she, her younger brother, and her parents were all out?

I tried again.

Still no answer.

Son of a bitch.

* * *

I
went back Sunday morning
.

The apartment was the only address that I had, but I now knew it wasn't where Allie lived. According to one of the nosy neighbors, no deaf people lived in the building. Which made me think that maybe Allie had asked us to pick her up at her friend's house.

Her
male
friend who'd gone with her to get her dress.

But it was the only place I could wait. It was Sunday, and her brother’s school would be closed.

I couldn’t loiter at the salon either. I had a feeling I'd give Alistair a heart-attack if I did that.

So I tried the apartment, again, waiting until ten, hoping that would be late enough I wouldn’t wake her, early enough that she wasn’t out.

Hands in my pockets, I stood at the door and waited.

No answer.

I pushed it again.

No answer.

Swearing, I leaned into it this time, held it for almost ten seconds before I let go.

Damn it, I needed to see Allie–

“What the hell?” a sleepy voice said through the speaker.

A sleepy
male
voice.

Son of a bitch.

Staring at the little box for a longer minute, I sucked in a breath, hardly able to process the anger that blasted through me. It was a man's apartment. Her
friend
. But maybe he was more than a friend.

A stab of jealousy went through me.

“Who’s there?” the man demanded, a little less sleepy this time. “You wake me up, you can at least tell me what you want.”

I turned and stormed back to the car.

What I wanted was to reach through the speaker and rip out his larynx. After, of course, I asked him where Allie was.

But I didn’t think that was the right way to handle it. Especially since I didn't really have the right to be angry.

After all, I had a fiancée I needed to speak with.

* * *

A
fter the day
I’d had, the last thing I wanted to do was see Paisley. I'd even decided I'd wait until tomorrow to talk with her. Except, the moment I stepped into my loft, I knew I wouldn’t have that luxury.

I heard the TV blaring from down the hall – one of those insane bridal reality shows. She did nothing but snark at them, but she loved watching them, and trying to make me watch them with her was her new current pastime.

I was tempted to just go straight to the bedroom, but that wasn’t going to happen. On the way down the hall, I paused at my office door and stared in. I'd cleaned up enough that my weekly housekeeper wouldn't find anything incriminating, so there was no sign of Allie. But I could still feel her everywhere. I smelled her skin on mine, felt her hair against my body, tasted her on my tongue.

Staring at the desk, I remembered going to my knees in front of her, spreading her wide and licking her slit, holding her open. She’d moaned, arching against me.

Reaching up, I grabbed the carved oak door frame and squeezed. Hunger pulsed inside me as the memory played out, her hands in my hair, her lips on mine, tasting herself on and in my mouth.

A laugh rang out from down the hall, and the memory of Allie shattered.

With dread, I pulled away from the office doorway and started down the hall, on down the wide, arched entryway that led to the informal living room. Paisley sat curled up on the couch, her bare feet tucked under her, a smile on her lips. She started to lift a glass of water for a sip, then paused as she caught sight of me.

“Hello, darling.”

She rose from the couch and came to me, pressing her lips to my cheek. I couldn’t even find it in me to smile at her. Just looking at her filled me with this sense of resignation. How was I supposed to marry her?

I’d been apathetic about this from the start, but since I met Allie, I knew there was something more out there.

Not love. Certainly not that. But something
more
than what I had with this woman.

“I missed you,” she murmured, her lips still against my skin. She slid her hand down my chest, and I reached up to catch her wrist.

I hadn’t missed her. I hadn’t seen her since we parted ways the weekend I proposed, and I’d barely thought of her.

Guilt twisted into slippery knots, and I felt even worse now than I had yesterday. I’d been debating all weekend – did I tell her? How much? Did I pretend it hadn’t happened?

Now, face to face, I still didn’t know. The insane thing was that part of me suspected Paisley wouldn’t give a damn, as long as I was discreet and as long I kept it all away from her.

She didn’t love me.

I didn’t love her.

We both knew that.

We’re suited…
I’d said those words to Allie, and she’d said it sounded insulting. I'd disagreed at the time, but now I thought she was right.

Now, standing there as Paisley leaned against me, all I could think about was how much fun I’d had with Allie, how easy it had been to laugh with her and talk to her. How often I'd thought about
her
during the day.

This wasn't working,
I realized.

Paisley drew away, head tipped back as she smiled up at me. I returned the smile because it was expected, but I knew the smile was every bit as strained as it felt.

This wasn't working.

And I couldn’t lie and pretend it was.

I had to do what was right for our child, and that meant not making him or her a part of a lie.

“What’s wrong, Jal?” Paisley asked, her cool grey eyes searching my face. “Don’t tell me that you and Daddy got into another argument about the stock market. And if you did...never mind.” She turned away, making a dismissive gesture. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to hear all those figures and facts. They hurt my head.”

It was a game between us, a tedious one in my opinion, but a game regardless. Paisley knew more about the stock market than she let on and it was no surprise to me. She was Kendrick Hedge’s daughter, and he was a financial genius.

It might not be possible to grow up in that household and not learn a thing or two about the stock market, but Paisley preferred to pretend otherwise. Her world was limited to the social world, who to know and where to shop and what shoes one mustn’t wear.

“No. I didn’t even see him Friday night,” I answered honestly.

“Friday night?” Her brow puckered, then she waved her hand. “Oh, yes. That charity for poor kids.”

“It’s an inner-city project for schools, Paisley.” I’d told her that a hundred times.

“Of course.” She shrugged and sat back down on the couch. “Father decided not to go. Mama wanted him with her at a banquet for the Conservation Hall, then they went out with the Franklins.”

I didn’t care. Clearing my throat, I moved over to the bar setup and poured myself a stiff drink. It wasn’t stiff enough though, so I made it a double before I turned to look at her. “We need to talk.”

I had to get this done now.

Something flickered in Paisley’s eyes, and the guilt in my gut twisted just a little bit harder. Had she just paled? Her mouth had gotten tighter.

Did she know–?

Stop. How can she know?

“Of course, darling.” She gave me a smile, her composure perfectly in place. Maybe I’d imagined it. She patted the seat next to her. “Why don’t you come sit down?”

I stayed where I was, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans as I mentally rehearsed things once more.

I had to do this.

For everyone involved.

“First, I want you to know that no matter what, I’m going to stand by my responsibilities.”

It was pretty obvious she had no idea what I was saying. At first, at least.

Then she did and red crept up her check and to her neck before settling on her cheeks. She kept her composure though. After all, this was Paisley Hedges. She didn’t
lose
her temper. It just wasn't done.

“What, exactly, does that mean, Jal? Of course you’re standing by your responsibilities. We're engaged.” She stroked her thumb over her ring and smiled at me, but it was strained, too tight at the edges.

Looking away, I took a drink from the glass in my hand before I spoke again, “Paisley, I’m not so sure about the engagement. I’m not so sure about any of this. I need some time off.”

“Time
off
?” she demanded, her voice rising.

Shit. Her composure
was
cracking.

“You want time off.” She flung out a hand. “That’s just great, Jal. Great. You do realize I’m pregnant. I’m planning a wedding. Those sort of things don’t really allow for
time off
.”

Her voice hitched, then broke.

Shit.

“Paisley…”

I started for her, but she turned away, grabbed her shoes, her purse. “Leave me alone, you bastard!”

She slammed the door behind her, and I knew that I'd made a second choice that would change my life completely.