Fallacy (Apprehensive Duet Book 1) (22 page)

I love my condo, but I can live without it. I make very good money and have a sizable savings. I can easily pay my own way. But it was easier to let him continue paying for it. He has more money than he knows what to do with.

But I don’t love it enough to have him hold it over my head.

The company and my career, on the other hand, is a different story, and as much as I hate to admit it, he does have the power to obliterate me professionally. He could easily orchestrate a case that would send me to prison. All I’ve worked for is to be better than him. I can’t do that with him promising to ruin my reputation completely and threatening criminal investigation. VP is one step under him. One step closer to pushing him out the door. So close yet so far.

I was already considering doing this whole charade to help Jordan out, but I still wasn’t entirely sold on it…marriage is a long way to go to help a friend. But now with this slimy asshole vowing to ruin my entire life, I’m fucked either way.

I could walk away from it all, calling his bluff…assuming he’s bluffing, but then he wins. He wins either way. But he’d win more that way than he would if I just married Jordan. And I can marry Jordan and push my father’s ass right out the door. Jordan and I can build an empire together. We can merge the companies together and make it all contingent on having me in charge rather than my father. There are ways to manipulate this situation to benefit us while completely destroying him, or at least getting his ass the fuck out. Two can play at this.

Besides, people marry for things like this all the time. I like Jordan enough. We get along just fine. We can find a way to make this work. It’s not like I have anyone holding me back from this stupid farce. What little faith I had in relationships went out the window when Alex’s true colors shone through. I’m dead inside and it’s best if I stay this way. You can’t hurt if you can’t feel.

Alex

“That’s an incredible offer, Alex,” Tiffany squeals in excitement as she jumps up to hug me.

“It is,” I agree, hugging her back.

“You know what else this means?” she smiles up at me with a devilish look in her eye.

“What?” I ask, thinking I have a good idea where she’s headed with this. Tiffany has been my best friend here since I found her sobbing her eyes out in the breezeway after her girlfriend Lena moved the last of her things from their apartment. I knew just how she felt at that point in her life, and I hurt for her.

It doesn’t mean I didn’t try to sleep with her. I kept telling her I was going to get her back into dick. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy men. I enjoy both men and women but if I had to choose one for the rest of my life, I’d have to go with women,” she explained one night over burgers and beer.

“That could just be because you haven’t met a guy worth keeping,” I countered. I mean, what the hell did I know anyway? I was pretty buzzed and just wanted to get laid. I finally came around to recognizing that chasing Quinn clones wasn’t the smart thing for me to do. Tiffany was the exact opposite from Quinn. Brown hair, brown eyes, tiny, and honestly she’s hot. I really wanted to be the one to sway her back to men. I think it’s every guy’s ignorant dream when they meet a lesbian.

Tiffany and I did wind up in bed later that night.

I thought it would be weird the morning after, but it wasn’t. Tiffany came over later that evening with pizza, and we had an adult conversation about the night before. “I like you, Alex, I do, but last night was just a fluke thing I don’t see happening again. I tried the dick again as you suggested,” she laughs, no malice in her voice whatsoever, “But it’s just not for me.”

“Damn, way to kill a man’s ego, Tiff,” I remember pouting at her.

“Oh, shut up, the two orgasms you pulled from me were enough of an ego boost for you,” she said slapping my arm. “But it’s not all about the sex to me. While I can look at you and say you’re a gorgeous man, you’re too hard and muscly for me. I like the soft curve of women’s bodies. The sweet perfume. The nurturing nature. It’s not just about who can fuck better. Besides, women are better pussy eaters than men. I know from experience.”

Our friendship only flourished from there. She shared her heartache with me which led me to spill my guts to her. She’d guessed I was running from something. But I wasn’t running from anything. Quinn had run from me. Tiff kept asking why I wasn’t doing anything when I was still so wrapped up in her. So I told her all about how Quinn is not a big commitment girl. I told her about Quinn’s trust issues. How I loved her and how she left me.

“Now you can fight for Quinn. You keep saying you can’t from here, and now you’ll be there.” She has been pro Alex-fighting-to-get-Quinn-back. She has said it from the beginning.

“I knew you were going to say that,” I chuckle, dropping my arms from around her.

“Alex, do you want her or not?” she says, stepping back to level me with a stare which tells me we're entirely seriously here. “You’ve spent two years here pretending to move on. You say there’s no way to get her back from a distance. Here’s your opportunity. What are you waiting for?”

“I wish it was that simple, babe.” I exhale. “I could take this job, go out there, and things could blow up in my face. Whatever I did was enough to make her leave me and drop off the grid to avoid me. I must’ve called one hundred times. Know how many calls I got back?” I run my hands through my hair and pull slightly because all of this makes me so fucking nuts. I glance at Tiff, who is looking at me with sympathy in her eyes. She knows I got zero calls back from Quinn.

Everyone wants me to fight, but nobody is stopping to think about the fact Quinn has made it clear she doesn’t want to be fought for. At least, it’s how it seems to me. If she wanted me to fight for her, she would’ve told me what she wanted that she wasn’t getting. She just left. No nothing. I’m pretty sure that speaks volumes on its own.

Tiffany wraps her arms around me and sighs. “I know it’s scary. But what if you don’t take this job? What if you stay here and live your life always wondering how good things could’ve been if you took a chance? Even if things don’t work out with Quinn, your family and friends are there. Your wife could be waiting for you at any turn. Quinn isn’t the only woman in the world. You need to at least let yourself try. Want me to give you the doors and window metaphor?”

“Nah, I’m good. I get your point,” I chuckle.

“Good, now stop being a pussy.”

Smiling I remind her, “But you love pussies.”

“Asshole.”

Quinn

I trudge up the stairs to Jordan’s place both exhausted and furious. I spent the entire ride from my office trying to explore all my options if I even have any. I’m working over plans in my head of how to beat my own fucking father at his own fucked up game. It’s too fucking early for this shit.

There’s a part of me that’s afraid too. My father’s threat is rolling around inside my head tormenting me. I can’t believe he’s become this derailed. He’s always been a demeaning bastard, but this new version of him is one I’ve never seen before. It’s fucking terrifying. What kind of person threatens their own child with a setup?

Jordan opens the door as soon as I find myself in front of it, almost as if he’s been staring out the peephole waiting for my arrival since I shot him a text telling him I was on my way over.

“Hey,” he greets me with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

“Hey,” I murmur back as I brush past him on my way inside.

Jordan closes the door behind me and heads to the kitchen while I make my way to the couch in the living room. A few minutes later he joins me, handing me a glass of red wine.

“You seem like you need this. What happened now?”

When I texted Jordan, I told him my dad was up to his shit again.

“He’s holding the fucking company and my reputation over me now.”

By the time I finish telling Jordan the whole fucked up way my dad is blackmailing me, I’m ready to drink an entire bottle of vodka and sleep for a week to avoid the whole fucking world. This is one position I never thought I would find myself in. I left out the biggest part, though.

Jordan and I have become good friends since our little talk a few months back. I’ve never held back from him regarding anything that has to do with this twisted pairing we’ve been pushed into. But I won’t tell him about the possibility of an investigation. I’m still trying to fully process it myself, but I know no one would want to be a part of it willingly. If I tell him and he decides to change his mind about everything, I’d still be fucked. My father would probably think I did something to scare him off on purpose and follow through with his plan to fuck me just to prove a point.

“He’s even more of an asshole than I thought,” Jordan says, shaking his head. “I mean, I know my parents want me to get married, but it’s different than the shit your dad is doing.”

“He’s such a scumbag piece of shit!” I yell, running my hands through my hair. “He’s only doing this because he can. He knows I want to see him out and take his place. He’s doing what he can to make my life hell while he has the chance.”

Jordan grabs my hand and squeezes. “Relax,” he commands. “What do you want to do?”

“He’s not giving me a choice,” I confess, heaving out a defeated sigh. “I can live with paying for my apartment, which he said he’ll stop paying for as well, but I don’t know if I can live with him pulling the legacy of Taylor Ventures away from me. I probably could, but I can’t let him ruin my reputation. It’s all I’ve ever worked for.” I can’t force myself to believe that he wouldn’t actually try to throw me in jail.

I glance at Jordan to see if I can read his thoughts, but his face is focused on mine as if he’s trying to do the same thing. If we actually go through with this bogus marriage, I can help him and help myself at the same time, but I can also spite my father in the process.

A few different ideas start whirling around inside my head. “If we do this,” I say, trying to explain my thought process, “I can help you with your dad, and I can keep on my journey to CEO. We can merge together and try to force my dad out, waiting until it could benefit us the most, putting it on our timeline, not his. We can make this about us and not him.”

A shocked look crosses Jordan’s face. “It sounds like you’re saying you want to go through with getting married.”

Is that what I’m saying? My brain is in overdrive. Am I really going to agree to this?

My head starts nodding before my mind has fully committed to the idea, “Yes.”

“You want to get married?” he asks again.

This time, I’ve made up my mind before answering. “Yes.”

“You’re sure?” he reiterates.

“Yeah, but nothing crazy or anything. No fanfare, no grand gestures,” I confirm. “This isn’t real.” I don’t need all of that.

“That’s crazy, Quinn,” he shakes his head. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right. We can’t halfass this. People are going to ask questions about how we met, when did you know it was love, how did he pop the question, all that. People, especially my parents, aren’t going to believe this if we don’t act like it’s real. You see how close I am with them. ”

I haven’t given much thought to any of that. I never thought my father could actually get me to do this, so there was never a reason to think about how much would be involved in a marriage like this. So many things need to be decided. I have to plan a whole relationship out and a fucking wedding. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. How much can one person handle before they break?

The silence in the room is deafening, neither of us saying anything more for the moment. I get up to pour myself another glass of wine and Jordan follows. A million things are running through my mind right now. I have so much more than fabricating a romance to worry about. My eyes need to be open to everything until the day I marry Jordan. Seems I have no idea what my father is capable of. I need to hash everything out today. I can’t afford to have this consuming me. The last thing I need to do right now is fuck up at work. Everything’s almost in my grasp. I can’t let it slip through my fingers by not being on my A game.