Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) (14 page)

She moved toward the door, her hand on the knob as she looked back at him.
“At first I thought you were just a cold, heartless bastard, but that’s not it.” She took a deep breath, her body trembling in her anger and pain. “You’re afraid to let your emotions out and you’re afraid to let anyone in. You’re simply a coward, Mr. Quinn.”

She looked at him once last time then left the room, shutting
the door quietly behind her.

*****

A week later, Macy sat on her couch, clicking through the dozens of channels on her television. Nothing captured her attention, which wasn’t surprising since all her thoughts were about Logan and the things she’d said. And the things he hadn’t.

What was he doing? Had he already found
someone else to sign another contract? When she’d walked out last Friday, she’d taken her purse and her dignity but left her heart. She’d walked down the hallway, hoping against hope he’d stop her. That he’d felt something for her during the last month. Now she had to face facts. Her body had merely interested him for a brief period of time.

She wished she’d left a month earlier.

Her doorbell sounded and she got up slowly. No doubt her sister had come for another visit. Allison was so full of excitement and anticipation about medical school. She’d gotten into her top choice and apparently won a full scholarship. The scholarship had been unexpected but more than welcome news even though Macy still didn’t quite believe it was a great as it sounded. Who got a full ride to medical school? If she’d learned anything during the last month, it was there were always strings attached. Logan had stripped her of her innocence in more ways than one.

She
looked through the peephole expecting to see her sister, longing to see Logan. Foolish, foolish woman. That was not going to happen. She was taken aback to see Henry Stewart. She yanked open the door knowing Logan had sent the attorney because she’d returned the money which had been deposited into her bank account the day she’d quit.

“Miss Trent.”

“What do you want?”

He cleared his throat. “Mr. Quinn asked me to talk to you about the terms of the contract.”

Macy huffed and walked back into her living room, leaving him to follow or not. She slouched back down on the end of the couch and resumed flipping channels. Her apartment was tiny compared to Logan’s luxurious penthouse so she hoped the attorney didn’t mind slumming. “You can tell Mr. Quinn that I am not taking the money.”

“Mr. Quinn suggested I might be able to p
ersuade you differently.”

“Well, let’s all make sure to obey Mr. Quinn.” Macy felt her face flush when she remembered
the commands he had given her.

Please
get on your knees, Miss Trent.

Spread your legs
wider, Macy

Damn
it, suck harder.

“The contract is perfectly legal and binding.
The money is yours.”

“I don’t want it
.” Macy rested her head against the back of the couch, feeling every one of her twenty-seven years and then some. Not that she’d had a hard life, but suddenly it seemed more than she could bear. She closed her eyes trying to control the tears that had gathered.

“
I know. When Logan asked me to draw up the contract I advised him strongly against  giving you such a large amount of money. But after I met you, I knew you’d never take it.”

Macy looked up to discover him still hovering over her.

“We both know you signed the contract for very different reasons.” He turned to walk out of her apartment, then stopped and laid a business card on coffee table. “If you ever need anything, Miss Trent, a job reference, legal advice, bail money…anything. Please feel free to contact me.”

Macy watched the man leave
feeling that one day soon she would probably have to take him up on that offer. But right now, learning to forget Logan was going to be a full time job.

*****

Logan poured himself into work as never before. He brokered deal after deal, relishing the control he could exert over the two sides to bring them together. It was the only place in his life he felt he had any control left.

He braced himself as he walked through
his apartment door. He’d come to expect the quick rush of footsteps as Macy ran toward him at the end of the day. Or the smell of food cooking in the kitchen he’d never used except to pour himself a cup of coffee. Hell, he’d basically let Macy move in with him.

And
now he was paying the price.

A
s he walked through the door, his home had never seemed so lonely and cold.

Unknotting his tie he placed his briefcase on the floor by the door.
In the same spot Macy had left the first sets of lingerie he’d bought her when she’d left after their weekend together. He’d deliberately made a cruel comment that day. He’d wanted her away from him as quickly as possible so he’d attacked her where she was most vulnerable. Her luscious curves. Why had she even believed him? He’d stayed so hard for her that weekend. And every day since.

Grabbing a bottle
of liquor from the cabinet, he poured himself a drink. He didn’t care what it was as long as it helped wash away the pain. Logan felt as if he’d sold his soul to the devil and cursed himself to spend the next thousand years in the fiery depths of hell.

The doorbell
rang and he frowned. He’d ordered dinner on his way from the office but it couldn’t possibly have gotten here by now.

He pulled open the door. A security guard stood there, his father beside him.

“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Quinn, but this gentleman insisted that he see you.”

Th
e two men stared at each other and Logan almost slammed the door in his father’s face. He didn’t want to deal with this bullshit. Not now.

“Would you like me to escort him out of the building?”

“No.”

The guard got back on the elevator and Logan waited until the doors had closed before he spoke.
“What do you want, Dad?”

“Don’t you have enough manners to ask your old man in?”

As usual his father tried to skirt around the issue. When he’d been growing up, Logan had never known when they were being transferred until the movers had come to pack up their belongings.

He
turned and walked back through the apartment. If he stayed by the door his father would end up with a fist in his face.

“You know you’re suppose to contact Stewart if you need money.” Even though Logan despised his father and the rotten childhood he’d had, he was still his
father as Macy had pointed out and Logan had always felt some sense of obligation toward his remaining parent.

He watched the man who had r
aised him through narrowed eyes wondering what he was up to.

“
I just wanted to tell you they’re forcing me to retire.”

Logan took another drink.
“How ironic. The one thing that cost you your wife and your son is kicking you to the curb.”

His father wiped his hand over his mouth. “Is that girl a part of your life now?”

“What girl?”

“The one who wouldn’t let me in.”

“Her name is Macy.”

His father shrugged. “I always told you there was n
o sense remembering their names.”

Logan had to sit down as his father’s words washed over him.
Dear God, he
was
a cold, unfeeling bastard. He didn’t remember the names of all the women he’d slept with. Now, now he wasn’t sure he’d ever forget Macy’s.

“I’m thinking of staying here in Houston.”

Logan took a good look at his father. He looked old and worn, much older than his fifty-five years. Would that be him in another twenty years? He wouldn’t have a son. Not even one who couldn’t stand the sight of him.

He didn’t like that picture of the future. He put down his drink. It was time to take control once again.

“Houston is as good as any city.” That was as much of an olive branch he could offer his father at the moment.

*****

Five days later, Logan stood in front of his closet mirrors, putting on his tie. His cell phone rang and he went to answer it, expecting to hear his attorney’s voice. He’d ask the man to do several things for him and was anxious to have the results.

His hands stilled and he smiled.
Logan Quinn anxious. That was a first. A first of many new things. He hoped.

“Mr. Quinn? Mr. Logan Quinn?”

“Yes, who is this?” he barked, not recognizing the voice. His precarious control had declined steadily in the last week. Macy’s image haunted him and there was no escape. She was everywhere he looked. Her empty office. His empty bed.

“
This is Doctor Rinehart with the Houston Medical Center. You appear to be listed as the emergency contact for a Miss Macy Trent.”

Logan’s
heart froze. “What happened?”

“So you
are acquainted with Miss Trent?”

“Yes, damm
it, now tell me what the fuck happened.” Something inside Logan snapped.  The last of the rigid control he’d held over his emotions broke at the thought of Macy being hurt. And every bit of the anguish, torment, and loneliness he’d suffered as a child was nothing compared to the feelings flooding through him now. Macy. The only true joy he’d ever known.

“She wa
s involved in an automobile acc–”

“I’m on my way.”

He called Jim from the elevator telling him to meet him out front instead of the garage. The feelings coursing through him felt like a thousand razor blades cutting through his gut and he knew there was no getting control of them ever again.

*****

“Really, Allison, I know you want to be a doctor, but you are not practicing on me.” Macy pushed her younger sister away and tried to sit up.

“No, no.
You have to lay there. Just a few more minutes.” Allison walked to the curtain surrounding the emergency room cubicle and looked out, something she’d done several times in the last half hour. The two girls had been taken to the hospital after a car had broadsided them a few miles from their home.

Ma
cy picked up her discarded pants. “I want to go home. Now.” Her t-shirt was torn and covered with blood, but the nurse had been kind enough to give her a scrub top to wear home. She’d left her apartment dressed like a bum but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything anymore.

Allison rushed b
ack to the bed, taking the pants from her. “No, you can’t change clothes yet.”

Macy still didn’t know what had happened today. One minute she’d been rid
ing in the car with her sister and the next, glass had been flying everywhere and the sound of screaming had filled the air.

Luckily the two Trent sisters had not been badly injured when a
drunken driver had run a red light, smashing into the side of their car. He’d hit the backside passenger side—Macy’s side of the car. She had several abrasions, a nasty headache, and no doubt would be covered in bruises for several days. Allison had fared much better sustaining only mild bruising.

“You’re
not the one covered in blood.” She yanked the pants back and pulled them on then removed her shirt. That made her dizzy so she sat back down. She had a shallow cut on her neck and another on her arm plus a more severe one on her breast which had required stiches. It was also the one that had caused all the blood stains.

She
wanted to get back home. To sit on her couch and veg out in front of the television. She didn’t want to look for another job. She didn’t want to go stay with her family. She just wanted to be left alone to wallow in her misery.

“You can’t leave
now. Please wait just a few more minutes.” Allison gestured for her to lie down even as she continued to look through the curtains.

Macy
’s eyes narrowed on her sister. “What have you done, Allison Trent?”

Her question was cut short by a r
oar that sounded from outside.

“Where the hell is she!”

Logan. Her heart skipped a beat.

A second later the curtain to her cubby was yanked back. Several of the metal clips holding it in place gave
way under the force. Two nurses followed on Logan’s heels, anxiously urging him in loud whispers to keep it down or he’d have to be escorted from the hospital.

“Like hell,” he
snarled, taking in Macy’s bruised and bloody form. He turned back to the nurses, growling viciously. “Get the damned doctor in here.” When they didn’t move, he yelled, “Now!”

The nurses left and Allison went with them, giving her sister a grin.

Macy held her shirt against her breasts.

Logan’s
eyes roamed over her dirty face, blood streaked neck, and torn t-shirt and she could have sworn he paled.

“
Where the hell is that doctor?”