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The Billionaire’s Lust (His Submissive, Part Seven)
Ava Claire
Copyright 2013 Ava Claire
The His Submissive Series
The Billionaire’s Lust (Part Seven)
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I reread the text twice, like the words would morph. Like it would hurt any less.
It didn’t.
Slammed...don’t wait up.
It was the second time in seven days that I would eat dinner by myself and probably go to bed
alone.
Jacob was at the head of Whitmore and Creighton, a PR firm whose client list read like a
Who’s Who of Hollywood and high society. I tried to convince myself that it was just work occupying
his time. I’d seen the schedule, filled with back to back meetings. But it had been two weeks since I
read the letter he wrote to his mother. Two weeks since I found out that the man I loved wanted to
marry me--then changed his mind.
Two weeks since he started pulling away and spending more time at the office.
I dropped my cell on the granite countertop and went to the cabinet. I frowned when I saw
that there were only a few crystal tumblers on the shelves. I pulled open the dishwasher, seeing rows
of glass stems. My eyes flickered to the right where the recycle bin was filled to the brim with empty
wine bottles.
I closed the door and swiped a tumbler, then filled it with water. I guess I was done self-
medicating.
I was between a rock and a hard place. There was no way I could approach him about the
letter without revealing that I'd betrayed his trust. Again. Even if I tried to explain and apologize,
there was a risk that this would be it. The thing that pushed us off the cliff. The thing that would
devastate us.
How much could he take? How many times could I disappoint him? If his letter was any
indication, the answer was not much more.
My cell rattled to life on the counter and I launched to it, my heart beating a fever pitch in my
ears. The sound became a whistle, and then it became nothing. It wasn't Jacob.
I accepted the call, trying to make my voice sound normal. "Hi Meg!"
"What's wrong?" She didn't buy it for one second.
"Oh everything's great!" I lied, still not ready to give up the charade. I took a swallow of the
water and forced a smile, like my best friend was standing right in front of me. Who was I kidding? If
she saw right through me when I barely got two words out over the phone, I wouldn't fare well in
person. There was no use pretending I had it together--not with Megan.
"I made dinner." Well as close to dinner as I’d get. I'd whipped up some Velveeta mac and
cheese, steamed veggies, and managed to not completely dry out two chicken breasts. "Jacob's pulling
an all-nighter though so it looks like a table for one." My nostrils stung and I knew I was close to
crying. Table for one.
And it was just what I deserved.
"Well that’s actually kind of great!” she said excitedly. “I wanted to know if you wanted to
grab a cab and meet me at Lucy's?"
I perked slightly when I zeroed in on the sound of music and conversation weaving in and out
of her invitation. “You’re at Lucy’s?”
"After the day I had I needed a margarita. And salt. And endless salsa and chips," she said
with a chuckle that sounded off but I chalked it up to background noise.
I was so on board. I would have been down if she’d named a fast food joint instead of our
favorite taco restaurant, Lucy’s Taqueria. Anything to get out of this house and away from the sad
sight of plates languishing in the dining room. Anything to finally talk about the monstrous secret
threatening to rip its way out of my chest.
I told her I’d be there in ten and swiped my purse from a stool in front of the bar, dropping
my phone inside. After sliding my feet into a pair of flats and grabbing my jacket, I shut off the lights
and made my way to the elevator. Downstairs, I gave the doorman a smile and didn’t even have to
wave my arm before a taxi pulled up to the curb. I told him the address and settled into the seat,
watching the city pass me by.
I swear, everywhere I looked I saw romance and love. Couples hand in hand, vendors selling
bright flowers, smiling families; shiny, happy people. Even the taxi cab driver was humming along to
some cavity inducing song about finally finding true love.
I pressed my lids together, repeating ‘chips and alcohol’ over and over like a mantra, trying
to combat the sadness that filled me like a poison.
Once you get there, you can climb out of this cab
and unload all this drama. Get some clarity.
That thought was what kept me breathing and passing the driver the fare instead of getting him
to make a U-turn and take me back to the apartment. Or one better--to Whitmore and Creighton where
I’d finally tell Jacob about the letter and stop carrying the guilt like a shackle around my neck. I
wanted to find out where we really stood instead of teetering on the edge, waiting for a gentle breeze
to send us spiraling to our doom.
Lucy’s was always filled to the brim, the walls screaming as loud as the music that poured
from the speakers. I scanned the restaurant until I saw Megan in a booth near the back, hunched over a
margarita like you’d have to pry the drink from her cold, dead fingers.
I pulled my mouth into a smile that dropped just in time for my eyebrows to leap when I saw
that she was on her third glass.
“Is there a holiday tomorrow I don’t know about?” I asked her, concern putting my issue
aside. She was a pretty relaxed drinker, even back in school, so watching her pound ‘em back was
like watching a pig take flight before my very eyes.
“Is there?” she said, looking at me like I would be the one to know such things. She fondled a
button on the front of her cardigan then shrugged her shoulder, resuming sipping. “Just had a long
day.”
Our waiter zipped to our table, dropping off a second bowl of chips and menu, saving her
from my narrowed gaze.
"Could we get a pitcher of strawberry margaritas?" Her Cheshire like grin tugged so high at
the corners that it looked painful. "I know my bestie is parched."
He let out a nervous chuckle and his eyes darted to me. I gave him a nod of approval and
asked for some water.
"So nothing's wrong," I said, my voice lined with disbelief. "You were just craving Lucy's?"
"Mmhm," she said, crunching on a tortilla chip. As soon as she swallowed she went back to
work on the rest of her drink. "Don't worry about me, Lay. I'm good."
Even though the table was a crime scene of evidence to the contrary, I didn't fight her. Not
when I had something to drink about myself.
"I need to tell you something before I completely lose my shit."
Something flitted across her face. Nah…it was nothing. She was practically begging me to
spill about Jacob, I could tell by the way she was studying me.
She gestured for me to keep going. "Well, don't leave me hanging."
“I read a letter Jacob wrote to his mother.” I inhaled deep and exhaled. "I'm pretty sure he
was going to ask me to marry him."
Her emerald glazed eyes widened and her jaw practically dropped onto the festive table.
“He what?!”
I wasn’t expecting ‘mazel tov!’ or a suffocating hug. I hadn’t even expected to say it just once
and have it go down since she was swaying back and forth to some invisible mariachi band. But this
wasn’t a happy kind of shock, the OMG that every girl hopes to share with their best friend when her
special somebody pops the question.
I was seriously worried that her face would be frozen in a contortion of surprise and horror if
she held her expression any longer, so I clarified. “He didn’t ask me to marry him. He
was
going to
ask me to marry him. As in, has no current plan to ask me.”
She relaxed immediately, sighing with relief as she raked a hand through her red locks. “Oh
thank God.”
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