Dangerous Stranger (Beautiful Entourage #4) (19 page)

I had some serious issues.

Max knocked on my bedroom door while I lay in bed, feeling sorry for myself. “Ophelia?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we talk?”

“About?” I didn’t get up to answer the door.

“Can I open the door?”

I shrugged even though he couldn’t see me.

“As much as I love talking to you through a door, it’s getting old.”

I sighed then sat up. “Come in.”

Max opened the door then sat at the edge of my bed. He regarded me for a moment, pity in his eyes. “What happened with you and Jett?”

Did Jett say something to him?
“Nothing…”

“Well, he told me you didn’t want to see him anymore, and you’re completely miserable every time I see you. So something did happen.”

I wouldn’t be able to hide this forever, not from my brother. I was afraid to tell him because I was scared of his reaction.
Would he hate me? Would he push me away just like he did to our parents? Would we ever come back from this?

“Talk to me.” He rested his arms on his thighs.

It was easier just to tell the truth. He would tell Jett, and then everything would make sense. Jett would stay away from me, and my brother would probably move out. I’d be able to get over him.

“Come on, sis. It’s me.”

I took a deep breath. “You’re going to hate me…”

“Never.”

“Don’t say that too soon,” I said sadly.

He scooted closer to me. “I could never hate you. My parents have deserted me and I still don’t hate them.”

My actions made me worse.

“Try me, Ophelia.”

“Okay…here it goes.”

He patiently waited for me to speak.

“I don’t know how or when it happened…but it did. Jett and I spent a lot of time together. We went to the gym together, out to dinner, and I even slept at his place countless times. And while I know he’s gay and he loves you…somehow…I fell in love with him.” The truth was out and I slightly felt better. Hoarding the secret was killing me and now some of the weight was off my shoulders. “I’m so sorry. I never pursued him or told him how I felt. I would never do that to you…but having feelings for him is still unforgiveable.” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the ground.

Max didn’t look at me. He massaged his knuckles and released a deep sigh.

“I’m so sorry…” I couldn’t lose my brother. I loved him so much.

“That’s why you don’t want to see him anymore?”

“I can’t get over him if he’s still in my life.”

He released another sigh.

“I told you it was bad.”

“Ophelia, it’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“How could I not?” I snapped. “If you were my sister, everyone would tell you to disown me. I practically betrayed you.”

“But you didn’t,” he said.

“Yes, I did. Jett is yours and I’ve been thinking about him in ways I’m not entitled to…”

“Ophelia, I’m not mad,” he said calmly.

“How can that be possible?”

He watched his knuckles as he massaged them again. “Because I’m not.”

I shook my head. “If the situation were reversed, I wouldn’t sweep it under the rug.”

“Maybe because the situation isn’t what it seems…”

“Meaning?”

He stood up then put his hands in his pockets. “I need to talk to Jett. We’ll continue this conversation later.”

“You need to talk to him right this second?” I asked incredulously. “Aren’t you going to yell at me? Disown me?”

“No,” he said simply.

“You’re going to tell Jett what I said?”

He nodded.

At least it would be easier this way. I could never tell him I loved him to his face. He would avoid me and not feel bad about it. “I hope he doesn’t hate me.”

“I have a strong feeling he won’t.” He walked out then shut the door.

I lay back down and hugged a pillow to my chest. I stared at the ceiling and imagined how the conversation would go. Jett would be surprised, even shocked, and then they would have to keep their relationship away from me. Maybe one day I would be over it and we could all be in the same room together.

But it would never be the same.

Jett

A pain thudded deep in my chest and I felt sicker than I ever had on my worst day on earth. My heart didn’t pump blood properly because it was broken. It simply didn’t work anymore. Every muscle in my body lost its ability to move. All I wanted to do was lie in bed and wonder what I did to push Ophelia away.

She wanted nothing to do with me.

She told me she needed space, that she was busy and had other friends to hang out with. She didn’t have time for me.

She didn’t want to make time for me.

Everything was fine one day, and then the next she was gone. We spent every day together, and then she didn’t want to see me anymore. I picked her up from the bar then took her home. We made out naked on my bed then slept together. Then everything was different from that point onward.

I wondered if she remembered what happened between us. Maybe that triggered our break up. What if she realized what happened between us, that we rubbed our naked bodies together and almost made love. But when I asked her, she didn’t mention it.

Why would she hide it?

But what else could have happened?

It was killing me.

I knew Ophelia was a big part of my life but I didn’t realize how big until she was gone. She was the only woman in my life, the person I lived for. I found myself walking past her office and lunchtime in the hope of seeing her. I went to Max’s so I could run into her. But none of those ploys ever worked.

And now I was drowning.

I’d never had a relationship before so I never had a break up either.

And man, they sucked.

I felt like I was getting divorced. That’s how much it hurt. The guys were my best friends, but Ophelia had a special place in my heart. I told her everything. Being without her was like going back to my former life. I was never sad before, but after I had a taste of paradise I realized my previous life was just a desert.

I found myself drinking at bars more often. The time I would normally spend with Ophelia was spent drowning in alcohol. I would sit at the bar until it closed at some unearthly hour. Then the barman would kick me out. When I went home, I just drank more.

I was pathetic.

***

I was lying on the couch throwing a football in the air when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” I couldn’t care less who it was. If it was the President of the United States, hopefully he liked football.

The door opened and footsteps were heard.

I kept tossing the ball in the air. “Welcome, stranger.”

“It’s me.” Max’s voice came to my ear.

I talked to him a few days ago about Ophelia. I asked if he knew anything about her estrangement. He said he didn’t have a clue. I thought there might be a guy in her life but he said she hadn’t brought anyone back to the apartment.

Thank god.

“What can I do for you?” I asked as I kept tossing the ball into the air. “A family dinner, perhaps?”

He walked to the couch then grabbed the football out of the air. “We need to talk.”

“About?”

“Ophelia.”

That caught my attention so I sat up. “What about her? Is she okay?”

“No, she’s not okay.” He took the seat beside me. “Not at all.”

“What’s going on?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I changed my mind about what I said.”

I didn’t know what he meant.

“You have my permission to tell her the truth.” He tossed the ball at me.

I caught it without looking. “What…?”

“I found out the reason why she’s avoiding you.”

My shoulders straightened and my heart stopped beating for three seconds.

“She told me she’s in love with you.” He looked me in the eye as he said it.

My heart started beating again, and this time, it slammed hard in my chest. My entire body kicked into overdrive. I came alive. The depression that consumed me for weeks seemed to evaporate. I slowly rose to my feet, feeling my arms shake. “Say that again.”

He smirked. “She’s in love with you.”

“So…she actually said that?”

He nodded. “Word for word.”

I started to pace the living room. I knocked over a lamp as I moved and I didn’t even notice. “So, she’s been avoiding me because she has feelings for me.”

He nodded. “She feels terrible because she thinks you’re my boyfriend. And she thinks you’re gay.”

Now a smile spread across my lips. “Yes! I knew there was something between us. I knew it!” I turned my attention back to him. “What did you tell her?”

“Nothing. She needs to hear the truth from you, not me.”

I grabbed my wallet and keys. “I’ll tell her right now.”

“Whoa, hold on.” He stood up and raised his hand. “You need to go about this carefully.”

“Why?” I demanded. “I love her. I’ll tell her that. Problem solved.”

“And you think she’s just going to say it back and everything will be fine?” he asked incredulously.

What am I missing?
“Why wouldn’t it be okay?”

He rubbed his temple. “You’ve been gay to her for four months. You think she’s going to appreciate the fact it was all a lie?”

“She knew on some deep level. The way we were together…she knew.”

“I really don’t think she did, man.”

“Look, I know her in a way you don’t.”

“I’m sure you do,” he said. “But I know I’m right about this. She doesn’t know anything about you—just the lies you’ve projected. You think that’s not going to hurt her?”

“I’ll explain to her that I couldn’t tell her the truth. I didn’t lie because I wanted to.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know how she’ll react exactly, but it’s not going to be in the fairytale way you’re imagining.”

“All that matters is we love each other. We’ll figure it out.”

“I hope you’re right,” he said quietly.

Now he implanted a seed of doubt into my mind. What if she didn’t love me with open arms? What if she pushed me away? “Then what do you think I should do?”

“You only have one option, right? You have to tell her the truth. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

“Maybe you’re right,” I admitted. “Maybe things won’t work out the way I want. But they will work out. She and I will get through it. She might be hurt at first but she’ll stick it out.”

“Of all the men I’ve met, you deserve her the most. So I hope you get her.”

“I will get her.” I headed to the door. “Lock up when you leave.”

“I got nowhere to go so I’ll stick around until you come home.”

“I have a feeling I’ll won’t be back until morning.”

***

I knocked on her door and waited for an answer. When the door didn’t open, I knocked again. If she were avoiding me on purpose she wouldn’t get away with it. She was going to face me.

“Ophelia! Answer the door.” I rocked my fist against the wood.

Finally, she cracked the door open. Through the small crack, I could see she was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun. Her face was free of make up. “Max isn’t here.” She started to close the door again.

I stuck my foot in the crack so the door wouldn’t close. “I’m here to talk to you.”

She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I’m busy.”

I barged inside then slammed the door behind me.

She backed up quickly, looking at me in a way she never had before. Fear was in her eyes. She was no longer comfortable around me. Shame was registered on her face. The embarrassment was evident too.

Now that I was there, I didn’t know what to say. The moment had come. I could tell her exactly how I felt, that she was the one woman I wanted in my bed every night. I cared about her more than I’d ever cared about another person. She was my life. What words could I say to explain that? “I talked to Max.”

She nodded slightly. “Oh…”

“And he told me what you said—about me.”

She averted her gaze and stared at the floor. “I…I’m so sorry. The last thing I want to do is interfere in your relationship. My feelings are harmless, I swear.” Her voice shook at the end.

I closed the gap between us and placed my forehead against hers. “I feel the same way, Ophelia. I’ve felt that way for a long time—since the moment we met.”

She looked up at me, and confusion came into her eyes. Her eyes darted back and forth as she searched my face. Her lips moved slightly, making a surprised look. “What…?”

“Ophelia, I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

She still didn’t understand. “But…how is that possible?”

“It’s a long story but…I’m not gay. I’ve never been gay. I will never be gay.”

Wordlessly, she questioned me.

“I’m a professional escort. Your brother paid me to pretend to be his boyfriend to make a good first impression with his parents—and you. I did as he asked, but the second I met you I couldn’t stay away. I wanted to get warm from your fire.

“I asked Max if I could tell you the truth a month ago. But he said I couldn’t. Spending every day with you has never been friendly on my part. To me, you are everything. To me, you mean the world. I’ve wanted you for so long and it was torture not having you. When you told Max how you felt, he realized he couldn’t keep us apart just for his own gain. So, now I’m telling you the truth, that I’m madly in love with you.” I looked into her eyes and watched her reaction. There wasn’t much to work with. Her eyes narrowed but she didn’t speak. I had no idea what she was thinking. I waited for her to say something, to tell me how relieved she was we could finally be together.

But she remained silent.

I gripped her hips and leaned in. I kissed her on the mouth and tasted her lips. I’d already kissed her before so I knew exactly how it felt but it still caught me by surprise. I squeezed her to my body and breathed into her mouth, loving every second of it.

She kissed me back, slowly and not with as much enthusiasm as before. Her lips didn’t possess as much life, and not nearly as much passion. Then she broke apart altogether. “I’m sorry…it’s just a lot to take in.”

I knew I dropped a lot on her. “I understand.” I didn’t kiss her but I kept my hands on her.

“You’ve been straight this entire time?”

“And madly in love with you.” That was the important part.

“So, when we were in the changing room together…you were straight?”

I watched her change and that was probably a bad idea. “Well…yeah.”

“And you saw me naked…” She looked mortified.

“You had your underwear on.” That was a stupid thing to say.

Her cheeks blushed. “And when I slept with you…you were straight.”

“Yeah…”

“All this time, you’ve been straight.”

Was it that hard to understand?

“So…nothing about you is true.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong. Everything else about me is true.”

“But you aren’t a pharmaceutical inventor. You’re an escort.”

“Well, that’s the only thing,” I said.

She shook her head. “I just…feel like I don’t know you anymore.”

“Don’t say that. You do know me. And we can get to know each other again if that’s what you want. I’m more than patient.”

“So, you’ve never been gay?”

“I’ve always been straight.” I already said this. Our reunion was not going the way I wanted—at all.

“Have you ever had a serious girlfriend before? Have you ever been married? I don’t know any of that.”

“The answer to both questions is no.”

She nodded but didn’t seem satisfied with that response.

“Sweetheart, nothing is different. Now we can have what we want.”

“Cameron…” She paused while she gathered her thoughts. “All that stuff that happened with him, him getting sick, him spilling the wine, and you catching him cheating on me…that was all you.”

I sighed. “I may have tailed him to see what he was up to. But it wasn’t to break you up so I could have you. It was to keep you away from him because he’s a dog that doesn’t deserve you.”