Crushed (Crystal Brook Billionaires) (50 page)

We start walking, and I push my legs as much as possible without flat out breaking into a run. I’m terrified of whatever conversations might be occurring ahead of us. Mr. Mulroney plus Brendan? That equation doesn’t sound like it can possibly have a positive result.

They’ve already arrived at the karaoke bar, and Mr. Mulroney — Simon — holds the door open for the others. I’m the last one in, and as I go, his eyes catch mine. The heat between us is sweltering, but he makes no move to reach out and physically touch, and neither do I.

The others slide into a round booth near the front windows. I take a seat on the red vinyl, right next to Brendan.

Which means I’m now between Brendan and You-Know-Who.

Across from me, Dana sets her hands on the table, looking like she’s in the middle of a board meeting. Brendan doesn’t seem much more comfortable himself. The only people who are totally relaxed are my roommates.

Crystal bangs her palms against the table. “Let’s do shots!”

“I’m singing first,” Eryk says. “I’m going to hold onto my dignity until I’ve done at least one song.”

She snickers. “Says the man in stockings.”

“You’re just jealous because your legs have never looked this good,” I tell him.

Crystal rolls her eyes. “If your legs look amazing, it’s only because of genetics.”

Eryk makes a face and scoffs.
“Genetics
Do you hear yourself right now? Someone put this crazy girl in her place.”

“I’m on your side, Eryk,” I say. “You’re the perfect woman.”

Dana chuckles and relaxes a bit. The two people on either side of me are both stiff as boards. Obviously, the fun side of the booth is across the table.

“What do you think, Simon?” Eryk says, resting his chin in his hand. “What do you think is the perfect woman?”

I’d kick Eryk under the table, but I’m only a fraction of his height and can’t reach him. Instead, I settle for a Defcon glare.

Mr. Mulroney doesn’t skip a beat. “The perfect woman is the self-made woman.”

“Wow,” Crystal breathes. “I like that!”

Brendan shifts on the cushion, making the vinyl squeak. He glances at me and we catch eyes. There’s something there that wasn’t earlier. Is it anger? Disappointment?

He knows about me and Simon. He’s got to. It’s probably way more obvious than I thought it was.

“Sydney and I did karaoke once,” Brendan loudly announces. “In Myrtle Beach. Remember, Sydney?”

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah. That was fun.”

“Spring break,” he grins. “It got pretty wild.”

My stomach clenches. Is he trying to be suggestive or am I imagining it?

Just like the man on my right can’t give me what I want, I can’t give the man on my left what he wants.

So what is Brendan trying to do? If he’s trying to stake his claim, there’s no point. The only people I’m going home with tonight are my pansexual roommates.

“Remember the first night?” he asks me. “We stayed up all night and went skinny dipping in the pool, just the two of us.”

I clench my teeth together and simply nod. Eryk stares at Brendan like he’s bored out of his mind. Crystal is smiling, but it’s a strained one. Dana just looks confused.

“What do you do for fun, Simon?” Eryk asks, breaking into the conversation and I could have kissed him on his glossy red mouth. “Do you have a pool?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Ooh, fun. How big is it?”

“I don’t know the square footage, but it’s a nice size.”

“Let’s get drinks,” Crystal says.

Dana immediately stands up. “I’ll go with you.”

They hurry for the bar. A young Asian woman with long hair takes the stage. A Madonna song from the eighties begins, the lyrics scrolling down the screens above and behind the wannabe singer.

“Do you always hang out with your assistants?” Brendan asks, looking at Mr. Mulroney. His tone of voice is pleasant but hidden underneath it is a scathing attitude.

“Only the best ones,” Mr. Mulroney tersely replies.

Brendan chuckles. “I wouldn’t think you’d have much fun with them. They’re so much younger than you.”

I turn my torso towards Brendan, hardly able to believe the nasty attitude coming from him.

“What do you mean by that?” I ask him. “That Dana and I are stupid?”

He blinks and jerks back. “What? No. I was just saying…”

I cut him off. “That’s exactly what you made it sound like. And, for your information, Simon’s not much older than us. He’s thirty-one.”

Brendan’s face reddens slightly. Eryk presses his hand to his mouth to stop himself from laughing. I shoot him an angry look, but he just continues to chortle into his palm. This night is going downhill fast.

I turn to see how Dana and Crystal are doing with the drinks, but Mr. Mulroney is blocking my view of the bar. His blue eyes are soft, and they slide up and down my face.

I almost lean forward and kiss him, despite everything. Our faces are only inches apart, our legs pressed together underneath the table.

His fingers pressing against the small of my back make me suck in a breath.

I hate that he does this. He takes whatever he can manage to from me, then stands there and watches me come undone. And in the end, I’m left with nothing but longing for things to be different. It’s like that each time and yet I keep going back for more; keep gravitating towards the pain like a moth to its fiery death.

A man like Simon Mulroney only expects a small amount — sex, a fun afternoon — and so he often leaves satisfied. I want so much more than the light stuff and always end up feeling short changed. It happened at Bronson Caves, and it happened in his office.

And it will happen again and again if I let it.

I stand up, knocking his hand to the side as I do so. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to go home.”

He stares at me for a second, seemingly confused, and then rises as well. “I can take you.”

“I can take myself,” I grit through clenched teeth. “Eryk, can you take Crystal home with you?”

Eryk nods, the expression on his face mirroring Mr. Mulroney’s. “Yeah.”

I don’t look at Brendan. After his attitude tonight, I don’t care what he’s feeling or thinking. I can excuse Eryk because he’s been my friend for a long time, there for me through thick and thin. Brendan, on the other hand, just walked back into my life after years away, and for some reason seems to think I’ve just been twiddling my thumbs, waiting anxiously for his return so he can sweep me back to Hillbilly Holler.

“Excuse me,” I say to Mr. Mulroney.

He moves out of the way, but his face makes it clear he knows I’m not leaving because of a stomach ache. Hot tears are already forming in my eyes, and I need to at least make it to the sidewalk before I flat out bawl.

I push my way past him and through the door. I’m only a few steps down the street when someone comes out behind me.

“Sydney!” Mr. Mulroney calls.

I slow down a bit, but then remind myself that’s a mistake and keep walking. He runs up and falls into step next to me. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t look at him. “Stop saying that. You do whatever you want to do, Mr. Mulroney, but your lifestyle just isn’t for me.”

He steps in front of me and I halt.

“I do kind of like it when you call me Mr. Mulroney,” he whispers.

With a growl, I push past him. He stops me again with a hand on my wrist.

“I’m kidding,” he says. “I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

I blink back the tears. They still haven’t fallen, and now that he’s here I refuse to let them. “There’s nothing you can do to lighten the mood. Just let me be.”

“I do care for you.” The words are warm and low.

“Not enough.”

“Sydney…”

I place my hand on my hip, but don’t pull my other arm out of his grasp. “What?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t.”

Before my eyes, his entire demeanor changes. He stands up straighter and inches closer to me. His breath comes down onto my face in hot waves.

“Come back to my house with me,” he says. “I would do the sweetest things to you.”

Despite the positive way my body responds to his promise, I stand my ground. “That’s impossible. You don’t know the first thing about being sweet.”

“You haven’t given me the chance,” he says, his voice taking on a slight hardness.

I stare at him. “Each day is a new chance to be sweet and kind, and for some reason, you don’t take those opportunities. I don’t understand anything about you, other than the fact that you’re callous. Do you not remember everything that happened the first day we met? What am I supposed to think of you?”

His face sets into a grimace. “You weren’t exactly a princess your first day.”

I snatch my wrist out of his hand. “You are such an asshole!” A couple walks by, staring at me yelling, but I don’t care. “You just showed up tonight out of nowhere and started acting like you own me. And yet you can’t give me anything of real substance, so how can you possibly think that I’m yours?”

“How do you know that? How do you know I can’t give you anything?”

Every negative emotion known to humankind flashes through me. “Because, from the beginning, you treated me like I was worthless,” I whisper.

He edges forward, so close I have to tilt my head to look up at him. “I was a fool. You showed me you’re capable and smart.”

“Even if I weren’t those things, that would be no reason for you to treat me any less well,” I whisper back up at him.

Sadness glints in his eyes. “I know.”

“So why do you do it? Why are you so callous?”

He twists his head away from me and looks down the street. “You don’t want me to answer that.”

I scoff. “I just asked you, so I’m pretty sure I do want an answer.”

“There are things you don’t understand.” His jaw hardens. “You’re not old enough yet.”

I scoff again. “Don’t play that card. If I’m such a little girl, why are you interested in me?”

He looks at me. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No,” I agree, my fist on my hip. “Why did you?”

He exhales and doesn’t answer.

“You were engaged,” I state. “Does that have anything to do with what I supposedly don’t understand?”

He doesn’t seem surprised that I know.

“Yeah,” he sighs, looking back at me. “But I wasn’t cut out for a serious relationship.”

I swallow hard. The statement seems so final and sad.

But what did I really expect? For my dick and standoffish millionaire boss to walk into the office one day and sweep me off my feet? Even Disney movies aren’t written with that kind of ending anymore. Nowadays, the princesses get saved through the bonds of friendship or girl power.

I’m living in a fantasy not even five year olds could believe in.

“And yet,” he slowly continues. “I can’t help but want you.”

I shake my head. “Not in a shallow and soulless way. That’s not for me.”

A sad smile plays on his mouth. “Just that alone makes you even more of a catch.”

Then catch me. Send your line out and reel me in.

But he’s not going to. I know it. I don’t know all the details of his past, but I know he’s a broken man, and I know people don’t just change overnight.

“Brendan likes you,” he says. “Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea for you to be with him.”

It feels like a knife in the heart. “Is that what you want?”

There’s no pause before his answer. “No, but it doesn’t seem like I’m any good for you.”

I bite my lip. “No,” I softly say. “You’re not.”

“I’m trying to do the right thing.”

I give that some thought. “Do you know what the right thing is?”

The question seems to make him sad. “No.”

I have to leave before things become even more confusing. Before I dig myself into a hole I’ll never be able to climb out of. Before I reach out and give myself over to the man in front of me, only to risk being left abandoned in the gutters of the heart come morning.

“Goodbye, Simon.”

I turn and walk off into the night.

No one follows.

I
spend all of Saturday and Sunday looking for jobs online, and all of Monday morning trying not to bite my nails.

He’s not in the office. His absence is heaven and hell all at the same time. Chuck and Daniel have a field day. Dana, however, knows something is up. I catch her staring at me at least half a dozen times before lunch. I don’t know what happened or how much she learned after I left Friday night, but it’s likely the cat is as good as out of the bag.

At noon, she shuts down her computer and stands up. “Taco truck?” she asks, referring to the one that parks right outside of the studio.

“Yeah, sure.”

She’s quiet during the walk there and while we get our lunches. I’m fine with it. I spent most of the weekend in my room, sleeping when not emailing resumes. My roommates seemed to get the hint that I have no interest in talking about anything that’s happened. Hopefully, Dana is receiving the same vibe.

“So,” she says as we walk across the expansive lot. “Mr. Mulroney.”

Or not.

We sit on the partially shaded wooden bench in front of our offices.

“Yeah,” I agree. “Him.”

“What a night, huh?”

I give a short laugh. “You can say that again. What happened after I left?”

“Not much. Your roommates did some karaoke. Brendan looked like he was pissed the whole time. He barely talked to anyone. He only stayed for, like, fifteen more minutes after you disappeared.”

“Did Mr. Mulroney come back in?”

She looks at me curiously. “No. I thought he left with you.”

“Oh. No, he didn’t. We talked outside and then I walked away.”

“Hm. I guess he didn’t feel like going back into the bar was worth it if you weren’t there.” She smirks. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you when you told me he offered you sex.” She quickly looks over her shoulder, as if remembering where we are. No one is outside, though, so we’re free to continue our conversation.

“It’s okay,” I say. “And nothing will happen between us again.”

Her eyes go wide. “
Again?”