Authors: Kaycee Kline
A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance
by Kaycee Kline
© 2016 by Kaycee Kline
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Spencer stared blankly at me, his mouth agape—as if the news I'd just told him hadn't registered.
“Spencer, did you hear me?” I asked.
He continued to stare at me in disbelief and just shook his head slowly back and forth, not wanting to believe my confession as he dropped his head to his hands and pulled at his dark brown locks.
Part of me wished I hadn't told him, but another part—a bigger part—was glad that I had, because Calvin deserved to be blasted for what he'd done to me. This wasn't a secret that I should have to keep to myself and I was relieved that it was finally out in the open.
“Emily,” Spencer whispered through his silent tears, “I need to know what happened.” And as he lifted his head to look at me, I could see in his eyes, something had changed—there was a new sense of resolve. “Tell me everything,” he commanded, clenching his jaw.
I stared down at my hands as they rested in my lap. The hospital bed had grown uncomfortable and the lights seemed far too bright. All I wanted to do was just crawl under the covers and disappear, but I knew I couldn't do that. Spencer deserved full disclosure and that's what I was going to give him. I took a deep breath and looked up at him as a tear ran down my cheek. “It was supposed to be my official first day at the office, but as you know...you ended up going to New York for some kind of emergency meeting. Unfortunately, I didn't get your calls or voicemail until it was too late. I had already arrived at the office, completely unaware that you wouldn't be there,” I admitted to Spencer, glancing at him for a response.
He just stared back at me, blank and emotionless, as he waited for me to continue. I sighed and kept going, “When I got to your floor and exited the elevator...that's when he came up behind me. Spencer, he sounded exactly like
And I had no reason to question the situation because as far as I knew, we were picking up where we left off,” I hung my head in my hands and started to cry again, remembering the horrific experience like it was happening in real time.
I felt Spencer place a hand on my back in an attempt to soothe me, but somehow that just made it worse—made me feel even
guilty for everything that had happened.
I lifted my head and wiped my eyes, but I was determined to get it all out and tell him everything. So I continued, “I felt Calvin’s hands on both sides of my head, holding me there to keep me from turning around. And then all of a sudden he was putting a blindfold on me and I just thought you were playing some kind of game with me. It scared me, but I trusted you, you know?” I explained, fidgeting with the hospital bracelet that was secured to my left wrist. It felt like a restraint, holding me here in this moment to relive my worst nightmare out loud in front of Spencer.
“It's okay, Emily. Please keep going,” Spencer urged gently, his tone surprising me. I looked at him and couldn't understand his kindness. After all, I had slept with, and possibly gotten knocked up by, his brother. Even though it wasn't intentional, I still didn't see how he could be so understanding about the situation.
I swallowed, in an attempt to dispel the tightness that had constricted my vocal cords and I continued on with the story, recalling the events as best I could. He wanted to know everything:
How long did it last? What did Calvin say to you? Did he hit you?
Once I'd told him every last detail, I sat there, unable to make eye contact with him out of embarrassment. I felt so stupid for not knowing that it wasn't Spencer.
“Emily Anne,” he said, as he gently touched my arm. “I don't want you to blame yourself for this. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Do you hear me?” he asked, waiting for confirmation as he gripped me by both shoulders.
I looked at him, then and I could see the anger and heartbreak in his eyes. I nodded and whispered, “Yes. I hear you.”
“Good girl. I know I'm angry, but I promise that it has nothing to do with you. I just wish you would have told me all of this sooner...” he explained, trailing off.
“I know,” I sighed. “I was just afraid that you would hate me and never speak to me again. And at first I had no idea who it even was, which was embarrassing enough. Once I found out it was Calvin...well, I didn't want to come clean because I didn't want to ruin you guys' relationship,” I admitted.
“Emily, first of all: I could never hate you. Not in a million years. Second: Calvin and I's relationship has never been what I would describe as 'good',” he replied, as another wave of anger flashed across his face.
“Oh. But you seemed genuinely happy to see him at the restaurant and you guys were so friendly...” I said, confused.
“Yes, we were. Because no matter what—after everything he has done over the years—he's always been my brother. I've always tried to give him the benefit of the doubt for his indiscretions, but he's crossed a line this time and I'm not going to let him get away with it,” he spat through clenched teeth.
From the way Spencer was talking it sounded like there was some history between him and his brother—things that I didn't know about. And although I was curious as to what had happened in the past, I didn't dare ask him in the state he was in.
“I know that you said you aren't one hundred percent sure it was Calvin who did this to you, but I can almost guarantee that it was based on what you told me and his track record. But just to clear up any doubt on the matter I'm going to go into the office and have the security team review the camera footage from that day. That way he'll have no leg to stand on when I confront him about all of this,” Spencer said, tightening his jaw.
“Wait...you're going to confront him about it?” I asked, suddenly feeling sick.
“Goddamn right I am! He's not going to get away with this, Emily. Not this time,” he retorted.
“I'm sorry. It's just...I'm a little embarrassed of the whole situation and to relive it and have it all brought back out into the open is uncomfortable for me. To say the least,” I explained with a nervous sigh.
“I know it is, Emily. Which is exactly why this bastard is going to pay. It makes me sick, knowing what he did to you. And I'm sure he thinks he's gotten away with it. I don't care if he's my brother or not—his actions are inexcusable and I'm going to make sure he never hurts you again,” Spencer threatened, sending shivers down my spine.
I was just glad that I wasn't on the receiving end of Spencer's anger. And if Calvin knew what was good for him he'd have gone into hiding, but he seemed like the type of guy that thought he was untouchable—that he could do whatever he wanted without any repercussions.
I gave Spencer a weak smile, still feeling overwhelmed by everything that I had gone through in such a short period of time—what with being taken advantage of by Spencer's brother, having to cut ties with Spencer because of it, getting drugged and almost raped and having a miscarriage...needless to say I was feeling pretty down and out—dark, even.
“Are you going to be okay if I go to the office and consult with the security team?” he asked, genuinely concerned about me.
I nodded my head and gave him a weak smile, “Yeah, I'll be okay.”
“That's my girl,” he grinned from ear to ear and gave me a kiss on the top of my head as he stood up to leave. “Oh, and just so you know...I might be MIA for a few days while I track Calvin down. I highly doubt he's still hanging around here. My guess is he's back in Chicago or off the grid, but I
find him,” he promised.
“Please be careful, Spencer,” I whispered, pleading with my eyes for him not to go. But he just leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss on the lips. This was the first kiss that we'd shared in over a month and I'd missed how his lips felt on mine. As he pulled away, I noticed my body craving more from him, but I knew there was nothing that I could say to keep him from going.
He smiled lovingly and said, “Of course, sweetheart. I'm always careful. You don't need to worry about me. As for you...I'm sending Oliver to pick you up and he's been instructed to take you straight home. I've ordered a security detail to be stationed outside your house 24/7 and they're to escort you anywhere you need to go.” Just then, there was a tap at the door and in came Bridget, a sheepish look on her face.
Spencer glared at her and said, “That
when you go with Bridget—especially then,” he reprimanded.
I nodded, unable to look at her and agreed, “Okay.” I got the sense that he wasn't too happy with Bridget ever since he found out that I almost got date raped on her watch. But really...I didn't blame any of this on her. It was my own stupidity that got me into that situation and in a way I had been asking for trouble. I was just thankful that Spencer had found me when he did. Otherwise, it was hard to say where I'd be right now. I shuddered at the thought.
I wanted to argue that I could take care of myself and that I didn't need an over-the-top security detail to follow me around, but after everything that had happened I really wasn't sure anymore. Maybe it would be good to have agents looking out for my safety—even if it was just from myself.
“Alright now, I better be going darling,” he gave my hand a squeeze and winked at me. “Call me if there's anything you need, okay? I should only be gone a few days, tops,” he reiterated as he started making his way to the door.
“Spencer,” I whispered and he immediately turned on his heel, waiting for my response. “I love you. Thank you for taking care of me,” I said as tears glistened in my eyes.
“Of course, sweetheart. I'd do anything for you. I love you, too. Rest up while I'm gone,” he replied with a hint of mischief, causing my body to seize up in response to his come-on, my heart palpitating with anxiety.
Once Spencer had left the room, I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply, trying to calm myself. It wasn't that I didn't miss being with Spencer sexually, but ever since the whole ordeal with Calvin and especially now that I'd experienced the heartbreak of a miscarriage...I didn't know what to feel anymore. I couldn't just simply go back to being the me that I was before and I sure as heck didn't feel very sexy. Maybe it was a good thing that Spencer would be gone for a few days. It would buy me some time to try and deal with my emotions.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my right shoulder and I fluttered my eyes open with a start, until I saw that it was only Bridget.
I thought to myself. I let out a sigh of relief and clutched my left hand to my chest. “Oh, my goodness. You scared me! I forgot you were here,” I admitted, trying to stabilize my breathing.
Bridget laughed softly. “Are you okay?” she asked with concern, looking me in the eyes.
“Yeah, I'm fine. I just...needed a minute to regroup,” I covered for myself, avoiding her gaze.
“I'm sorry, Em,” she whispered, taking my hand in hers.
“Seriously, it's cool, Bridge.
the airhead that should have remembered you were here,” I smiled and finally looked at her.
She was giving me a serious look that worried me. It wasn't like Bridget to be so stoic. “No, I mean...I'm sorry for leaving you last night..and just, for everything,” she choked, as tears fell down her cheeks one right after the other—a rainstorm of sadness.
“Bridge, it's okay. Really. I'm fine,” I assured her. “I don't blame you for
bad choices. And as for Spencer...don't mind him. He's just a little moody after everything that's happened. It will all blow over,” I promised.
“I don't deserve your friendship, Em. I mean, who goes off and leaves their best friend alone at a club? Especially after I was the one who talked you into going. It's just...when I think about what might have happened to you...God,” she sobbed, hugging me close to her.
“It's okay. I'm okay,” I whispered as tears streamed down my face, too. And in that moment, I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince—
After I had been checked out of the hospital a few hours later, Bridget pushed me down to the lobby in a wheelchair to meet Oliver so that he could drive me home.
Bridget tried to insist on taking me herself, but I knew Spencer had been serious about what he’d said and I didn't want to rock the boat any more than I already had. After all, he was out there defending my honor and trying to look out for me and I didn't want to cause more trouble for him.
“That's okay. Oliver's already here,” I motioned towards the town car as it idled by the curb.
Bridget nodded, looking a little disappointed. “Alright, then” she sighed. “Here, let me help you into the car,” she said, taking my hands in hers and helping me up.
I felt unsteady on my feet, but after a few steps my strength started to come back and little by little I hobbled my way over to the open car door where Oliver was waiting. As I fell not-so-gracefully into the backseat he gave me a nod and said, “Miss Emily. I'm here to take you home.”
I smiled at him and said, “Hello, Oliver. I'll be ready in just a minute.” He gave me a gentle nod and made his way back around the car and climbed into the driver's seat, allowing Bridget and I some privacy.
I looked at Bridget, then. She didn't seem to know what to say—and for the first time in our friendship, things felt awkward. “I guess I'll see you back at the house?” I asked, finally.
She nodded and said, “Yeah. I might be a little late, though. I think I'm going to go drive around for awhile—just clear my head, ya know? If that's cool with you. Did you need me for anything?” she asked.
“Oh. No, of course. Go on. I'll be fine. I'm just going to hang around the house and rest up—the story of my life, lately,” I laughed jokingly.
She smiled at me and said, “Alright. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
I nodded and then pulled the car door shut, waving to her as she walked away in the direction of her Mercedes. I leaned my forehead up against the glass as she darted out of sight across the parking lot, wondering in that moment, what the future of our friendship would be if we weren’t roommates. Would this have been the end of everything? The thought made me sad because I didn't have many friends outside of Bridget and I was beginning to wonder if I had lost her now, too. I sighed, my breath fogging up the glass as I continued to wallow in my own misery and mindlessness.
“Miss Emily?” the sound of Oliver's voice startled me back into the present. “I'm sorry to interrupt you, but are you alright?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned as he stared at me in his rear view mirror.
I blushed, embarrassed at my spaciness. “Uhm...yes. I'm fine. Thank you, Oliver,” I stammered, avoiding eye contact.
“No problem, ma'am. Are you ready for me to take you home now?” he asked.
“Yes, that sounds good,” I replied with a grateful smile as he slowly pulled away from the hospital and out into the hectic, rush hour traffic of downtown Crystal Cove. I sunk into the plush leather of the seat and curled myself into a ball, drowning out the noise and brushing aside any thoughts that threatened to infiltrate my peaceful cocoon.
Before I knew it, Oliver had pulled into the driveway and parked the car, announcing softly, “You're home Miss Prescott.”
I jumped at the sudden stop. “What? We're already here?” I asked in disbelief. After all, it felt like we had only been driving for five minutes or so. I sat up, wiping my eyes and looked out the car window. Sure enough, it was my yard and sidewalk—the porch light had been left on, probably by Bridget to welcome me home, even though it wasn't dark yet.
“Yes, ma'am. I think you may have taken a little nap,” Oliver replied with a chuckle, getting out of the car and coming around to my door to open it for me.
“Thank you,” I said as he took my hand and helped me out of the backseat. I was still feeling weak and shaky as Oliver helped me to the front door. Before I left the hospital, the Dr. who checked me out told me that I'd probably feel a little “under the weather” for a few days as I recovered from the miscarriage and the after effects of the Rohypnol that had been in my system.
I fished my keys out of my purse and unlocked the front door. As I turned back around to say goodbye to Oliver, I noticed a black Lexus with tinted windows parked across the street in front of the house. It stuck out like a sore thumb, considering no one in our gated community parked off the street unless they had guests over.
Oliver noticed me eyeing the car nervously and said, “Oh, don't worry ma'am that's your security detail. Didn't Mr. Ford tell you?”
“Oh. Right. Yes, he did. I just didn't realize they were going to be right...
that's all. I'm just feeling overwhelmed with everything that's happened lately,” I explained, unsure if the presence of the security detail was making me feel better or just worse.
“Don't be alarmed. They'll keep you safe. And if you notice anything suspicious or need any reassurances, you can go over and introduce yourself. Agents Young and O'Neill are top-notch—you have nothing to worry about with them around,” Oliver smiled and gave the agents in the Lexus a wave. Although, it was hard to tell whether or not they were even looking since the windows were so darkly tinted. “Is there anything else I can do for you this evening, Miss Prescott?” he asked.
“Uhm, no, I think that will be all, Oliver. I really appreciate you picking me up,” I replied, giving him a smile.
“Of course. It was my pleasure. Until next time, ma'am,” he gave me a nod goodbye and then turned to leave.
“Wait,” I blurted out. “Before you go...can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he said.
“Do you know anything about Spencer's relationship with his brother?” I inquired. “Calvin?”
A look of uncertainty came over his face as he decided carefully on his answer, “I'm not too privy about all of that. Now if you'll excuse me. I hope you have a lovely evening, Miss Prescott,” he replied, avoiding eye contact as he scurried back down the sidewalk to the waiting town car.
I watched him, confused about the change in his demeanor and wondered if there was something he was hiding from me. It sure seemed like it. And if so, why? Why would he be so afraid of talking about Spencer and Calvin's relationship? What did he know about Calvin that he couldn't tell me? I mean, after all, I was Spencer's girlfriend.
As I stepped inside the dark and empty house and closed the door behind me, I prayed that Spencer would be safe from whatever evil plan Calvin had up his sleeve.
And it was at that exact moment, that I realized I wasn't alone.