ROYAL BRIDE (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (32 page)

A feeling of freedom came over me because I was being authentic. I wasn’t hiding anything from myself. Now that this was done, I had to refer Billy to someone else. The money was great and I was in love, but this was wrong. I would just have to bring myself to do it…somehow.

Next session. That’s right.
I tried to ignore the fact that I sounded like an addict who was going to use their drug of choice for the last time.

But I’m not an addict. I’m a trained professional.

I opened the notebook I had with me, looking at all the notes about Billy. I might as well have drawn hearts and flowers all over them, because they weren’t coherent. Good thing it was Saturday, because I needed to be alone. I couldn’t see any patients. I had to sort this out in my head

I took the train, not really sure where I was going. I wanted to lose myself in the murmur of the people with their lives so different from mine, their lives encased in endless stories. If I could close my eyes, maybe I could fade into a situation that was different. Maybe I would open them and I wouldn’t be helplessly in love with Billy the Billionaire. I wouldn’t have just broken my best friend’s heart. Maybe.

When I got off the train, Billy’s eyes met mine. The billboard still featured him. I couldn’t help but smile.

Bill

Coming home was cold. The weather was frigid, and so was my heart. Katie had kept her guard up our entire time together, and I understood why. She was a good person who had a hard time crossing the line. I was glad we hadn’t. I had no intention of hurting Fiona like that. I could be a dog—I could flirt and look, but I’d never crossed that line in my life. And I’d had opportunities. So many floozies and hussies throw themselves at you when you have money, pulling up their skirts, trying to give you a whiff of their garter belts. I could see through it, luckily. Only because I was street smart, though. I knew well that I was not as smart as the doc said I was.

I wasn’t sure what my actual intentions were. I’d never been so swept off my feet in my life, not since Sophia. I cared for Fiona, and she was a lot more than a warm body to me. She could be kind, sexy, good. I thought she could be everything at one point, but lately, she’d been distant… like she was hiding something. And Katie? Well, Katie was a different story. Off-limits.

How come I couldn’t get her out of my head, then? The image of Katie in her purple skirt kept flickering into my mind. I imagined her at the beach, the sun fading in her beautiful brown eyes, making them a crisp golden color. I remembered the safety I felt, the lack of shame. No one had ever made me feel the way she did, and it wasn’t because she was my therapist.

I wondered where she was and what she was doing. My thoughts often drifted to her when I saw something I thought she’d like. I always heard that people in love felt like their other half was in everything and everywhere, but it was really true. She was.

The night she’d been in the suite, I could have sworn I heard a vibrator. I’d tried to push my ear up against the door without being too obvious, but the wood was too thick and I could barely hear the hum of cars outside. I’d jerked myself off feverishly in the shower, nearly crying from the frustration and tension.

Snow drifted by my window as I looked out at the city, a place that had become my home. For the first time in a long time, I felt a wave of safety wash over me. Some of the symptoms of my panic had faded, and I didn’t even need to take a pill. I’d been trying to meditate and do my ‘homework’ assignments. There was a knock at my door, and I didn’t jump. Not one bit, which was wonderful. I turned around, totally calm and poised. The Billy the Billionaire kind of poise that I had missed.

“Come in,” I said. I cleared my throat.

It was the kid, the one I’d almost slugged in the bathroom. I rarely felt embarrassed, but that’s what I felt now. “Mr. Carson,” he said nervously. “I have our annual report for you f-from accounting.”

I smiled warmly at him. He loosened up a bit, surprised by my friendliness. “Please, sit down. I was hoping to get the chance to talk to you.”

“D-did I do something wrong, sir?” he asked. His voice cracked.

“No. Not at all.”

He looked around my office, wide-eyed and inexperienced.

“I have a son around your age,” I began. “And I’ve always taught him to apologize when he did something wrong.”

“Oh yeah? That’s good,” the kid replied. He clearly had no idea what to say to me.

“I’m sorry about a few weeks ago in the bathroom. I wasn’t myself. Are we cool?” I asked.

He looked surprised, but a small smile rushed across his face. “Of course. It’s okay. No need to apologize.”

“Oh, but there is a need. Just because I’m the head honcho doesn’t mean I’m allowed to be an asshole. Although, I do think you have to be somewhat of an asshole in order to be the head of anything. But never forget your heart. Don’t forget that,” I said.

His face was glowing. He put the report on my desk. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”

“No. Just take an extra hour for lunch.” I threw twenty bucks at him. “On me. Consider it damages.”

He nodded quietly, grinned at me, and said, “Thank you! I will.”

He left me to my thoughts. I felt a surge of happiness. I was glad I made that right. I showed a side of myself to him that was vulnerable, but I was starting to learn that it was okay to be vulnerable sometimes. My heart was starting to heal.

Fiona:
What time are you gonna be home tonight?

I thought it odd. She never asked this question.

B. Carson:
The usual. See you then babe.

Fiona:
K.
Don’t rush home or anything. I’m cooking dinner. It’ll be ready late
.

So many alarm bells went off in my mind. Why was she telling me this? What was her fucking problem lately? I tried to calm these thoughts. It wasn’t actually that weird of a question for her to ask. Lately, I’d had a lot of weird instincts about things. She had nagged me too much on my trip. She had nagged me in a way that made me think she was up to something. The easiest way to see someone’s intentions is to figure out what they think yours are.

She’d maxed out another credit card. Hard to believe, because how could one broad spend that much money? The other two were maxed out, and there were hefty debt limits on them. It was hard to keep up with her wants and needs, but she always made me feel loved. Made sure that home was comfortable. When I’d first met her, I was so flattered to have the affections of a younger woman that I didn’t ask too many questions. My mind was bleeding and weak from losing Sophia, but I was waking up from my fugue state.

Waking up never felt so good—like a cold splash of water to my face after a long drunken night. With this realization came a lot of pain, though. Life wasn’t as good or simple as I once thought. Getting what I wanted in the business world was so damn easy, but figuring other things out never seemed to work. Until now, anyway.

“I guess seeing a shrink can actually help,” I said to myself. I looked at my picture frame, a picture of Zach and me. Suddenly, I wanted to speak to him. Where had the time gone? Before I knew it, he’d be going off to college. He was my family, my son, and my best friend, despite everything else. Feeling so strongly about Katie had made me realize that, and though we could never be together, I was happy to feel like me again.

It hit me then, sitting quietly in my office. I loved Katie. I loved someone I could never have. The sorrow of this, mixed with my own guilt, nearly brought me to my knees. I fumbled on my laptop, trying to immerse myself in my latest business deal gone right, one I couldn’t have gotten right without her.

“Okay, Billy. Talk out loud to yourself. You’re being ridiculous and irrational. All is well. She’s your shrink. Fiona is your fiancée. It’ll be okay.”

Talking to myself didn’t work this time. I just felt crazy. I wondered if it would ever work. Likely not—this was some quacky shit. So I tried to mediate. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I breathed slowly and imagined myself on a beach, but thoughts of Katie flooded my mind.

“Damn it,” I said.

I pulled up her therapist profile online. A pretty picture of Katie popped up, the first one I’d ever seen. Her hair was pulled back and her glasses were on. Was I being obsessive? Maybe a little bit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.

I should never have taken her on that fucking trip. I mean… damn, how hot was she? I could never get a sushi model with Fiona. She’d claw the girl’s eyes out. But Katie? There was something sexy about her confidence and open-mindedness. Was I comparing them now? Fuck.

I reached for the phone and dialed Zach, who would be out of his program. He didn’t exactly attend a regular school. He was in an online program that met twice a week. The program was for gifted students. I didn’t believe in having him sit through the drudgery of high school. I’d hated that experience and wouldn’t wish it on anyone. The phone rang a few times before he finally picked up.

“Dad?” he asked. He was starting to sound like me.

“What’s up, champ?” I asked.

“Uh. Heading to the antique shop with some friends. Gonna see if I can get some deals.”

“Don’t worry about it. Get whatever you want.”

“But Dad! Haggling is the best part!” he joked.

“You take after me in that regard. What are you doing after?”

“Fiona and I got into a fight again, so I’m probably going to eat out.”

“Mind if I join you after I drop some stuff at home?” I asked.

“Are you okay, Dad?” he asked. Having a smart child was great, but it could be annoying when you were trying to hide your feelings and shit.

“A man’s life is complicated, son. What can I say?”

“Well, I say yes to dinner. Fiona is trying to cook, and we all know how that will turn out.”

“Oh, boy. Yeah. I do,” I replied. “Okay. Meet me in front of my penthouse building around eight… and text me when you’re there.”

“Gotcha.”

We hung up. I imagined how proud Katie would be with me for hanging out with my son.

Shit. Would you stop thinking about her?
I thought to myself.

No one has ever affected me like this. I straightened my tie and smiled at myself in the mirror. I could see the sadness in my eyes. There must be more to life than my musings. Where would I go for dinner? This whole area reminded me of Katie.

Get yourself together, Billy.

I met Zach in front of the building after dropping off some stuff and changing into jeans and a hoodie. He was starting to look like a man, tall and muscular. I was so proud of him. I ruffled his hair. “What’s up, kid?” He carried a knapsack. “Do I even want to know what’s in there?” I asked.

“It’s just a skull. You guys are so uptight.”

I sighed. “You really don’t like her, do you?”

We began to walk. A small Chinese place would do. I put up my hood, not wanting to be recognized and gawked at. I enjoyed the looks and stares because they validated me in some way, but not when I thought people might be able to see through me.

“No. I don’t. I’m sorry it hurts you, Dad, but I don’t.”

“Why?”

“I don’t trust her. She’s judgmental, and all she does is use your money.”

“It’s more than that. She’s kind and caring. She’s good to me.”

“Maybe she’s good to you because she has to be,” Zach countered. Smart kid.

Katie

I wouldn’t tell Billy about Fiona. I was sure he would figure it out himself, and as much as I was in love with him, I knew it was wrong. And it was time to let go. That trip was too good, too beautiful. It felt too natural. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I felt like a fool who had been exposed. Every single crack and crevice in me was open, and I had nowhere else to go. I had dreams of him standing in front of the door at the hotel. I wanted him to come in, not to have sex, but to just hold me. I wanted to let him feel my warmth. I wanted him to feel how much I loved him.

I sat in my home office, looking at the rows and rows of antique books. My bulletin board was still covered with notes for my dissertation. I read the third boundary point out loud to myself as I typed, working on my thesis.
“Boundary Point, Stage 3: By this stage, the counselor will have either remedied the transgression by taking actions or transferring the patient, or the counselor will continue to violate ethical boundaries. If the latter occurs, the counselor is likely to lose professional integrity and more, and the patient is vulnerable to harm in many emotional areas.”

Had I crossed this point already, or was I just standing in the doorway? I took a sip of my coffee and wiped my mouth. I had to get dressed, had to do something to distract myself from this turmoil and longing. I hadn’t known what longing was until I met Billy, but it was there at all hours of the day, pricking me like a splinter I couldn’t reach, irritating me like a rock in my shoe that I had to shake out.

Even my own thesis, the culmination of my life’s work, couldn’t stop me from thinking about him. I shook my head and wracked my brain for ways to get him out of my head. I looked over at an antique vibrator on my bookcase and had a great idea.

I would buy a new vibrator. You see, vibrators have memories attached to them. The new vibrator wouldn’t. I could release my pleasure and focus on starting anew. I would get myself off, and it would keep me away from him.

***

Everything in life moved so slowly lately, perhaps because I was quietly counting the moments until I would see Billy again. The train trudged on, and the conductors looked more miserable than ever. I drew my coat closer to me and put my hood up, not wanting to be bothered by anyone and have to listen to their troubles. Today, my only session had been cancelled. The only thing to do was indulge in a little selfishness. I learned that sometimes, a girl had to be selfish if she were to make it through the helping profession, a profession that could be inherently selfless in so many ways.