PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE (71 page)

“It’s not about what people deserve, son,” my
dad said, his body visibly working to keep his rage contained as he pulled a
cigar box out of one of his desk drawers. “It’s about giving them just enough
to keep them from revolting. I thought I taught you better than that.”

I shook my head, standing up. “I don’t think
this is going to work out,” I said. “Not unless Maddy gets a fair shake in all
this. I mean, if I’m going to take on more responsibilities, I’m going to need
a personal assistant. Why demote her and hire someone else when we could just
transfer her position to the tower? You want to pay her less, fine. I can cover
the difference out of my own salary. I’m not cutting her pay, and that’s not up
for negotiation.”

My
father waved his hand as he lit the end of his imported cigar. “We’re not
having a negotiation. Perhaps you’ve forgotten which name is on the building? I
already took care of everything. Maddy is out, and your personal assistant
position has been filled.”

I
blinked, unable to form a better response than two simple words that escaped my
lips. “By who?”

He
sucked in a long draw before he answered, blowing a smoke ring as he said the
word I somehow knew would bring me yet another dose of pain.

“Jane.”

I
couldn’t believe my ears. “Jane?” I echoed. “You’re trying to get rid of the
best assistant I’ve ever had, and now you tell me you hired Jane on as my new
PA after I
personally
fired her? What
the hell, Dad?”

“She
does good work,” he said with a shrug. “And she keeps you on track. You’ve softened
up since you hired on Madison, and I know damn well Jane can fix that.”

“You’re
insane,” I hissed, clenching my hands into fists at my sides. “Maddy was on my
staff when I fixed that deal with Harold Verger. I haven’t gone soft at all.”

“Oh
is that so? You’d blow that deal to smithereens in an instant, if it meant
pleasing sweet precious Maddy. I saw the way you looked at her over dinner as
the little bitch dressed me down in my own house,” my father said, his piercing
gaze meeting mine. “Wouldn’t you, Preston? I’d bet you’re already considering
it. I can see the wheels turning in that head of yours. You’re angry, aren’t
you? That’s good. I want you angry. That’s the fire you need burning if you’re
going to carry this company into the future, son.”

I
stared. I wasn’t sure how to answer him, but he didn’t give me time.

“And
besides, you can’t keep fucking your stepsister, Preston.”

I
watched as his lips curled into a crooked smile, my breath catching as my heart
skipped a beat. “Maybe she’s not family yet, but she will be, and then this
little dalliance will have to stop. And when it does, it’ll all go bad,
Preston. Believe me, I’ve seen what Madison’s mother is like. She’ll go after
you and your money faster than you can pull out of her tight little cunt. Maybe
she’ll say you raped her, or that you threatened her job if she didn’t go along
with your twisted little fucking games. Now, maybe accusations like that don’t
hold a hell of a lot of weight between men like us, but fucking your stepsister?
Now that’s just plain unacceptable.”

He
stood up, his bones creaking as he made his way to my side. He blew a puff of
smoke in my face as he said, “You’ll be a pariah, Preston. And so will I.
They’ll be wagging this story up and down the news stations and dragging our
stock value through the mud. Is that what you want?”

My
vision was tunneling. I could feel heat prickling my face. How the hell did he
know about Maddy and me? How the hell
could
he know?

“You’re
sick,” I said, a feeble attempt to refute his claims, however true they were.
My words sounded weak even to my ears. “Jesus, Dad. That’s…”

“You’re
going to get rid of her,” he said. “The sooner, the better. Because one day,
you’re going to need an heir just like I did, and it’s damn sure not going to
be something you can do with
Maddy.
You’re
going to need someone cutthroat to help balance out whatever weakness your
mother managed to impart in you. Jane should do quite nicely.”

I
knew my father had always approved of Jane, but I’d never considered it had
anything to do with breeding. I felt sick. I felt like my world was tilting,
and I was doing my best to keep holding on as my thoughts careened through my
head.

“No,”
I said, my lips feeling numb. “I don’t take orders from you. Not from a man who
cheated on my mom, and not from a man who…” I trailed off. What had he done,
exactly—had he put cameras in my bedroom? I settled for, “…accuses me of
sleeping with my own stepsister.”

“We
all make sacrifices,” my father said. The heat of his stare was almost hotter
than the blood pooling in my cheeks. “All of us, Preston. This will be yours.
But the rewards are so much greater.”

“I
don’t want to be like you,” I said, backing away from him and turning into the
hall. “I don’t want to be anything like you!”

When
I stormed into the parlor to get Maddy, she couldn’t have looked more relieved
to see me. But that relief soon turned to confusion, and then to concern as I
took her by the arm and pulled her from her seat.

“Come
on,” I said. “We’re leaving.”

I
held her hand on the way out the door, and there was no shame.

“There’s
something I
need to tell you,” Preston said once we were back in the car.

Despite
his anger, he was taking his time getting us back to the office. In fact, I
didn’t recognize any of the roads were traveling down. Whatever he wanted to
talk about, it was obviously going to be a lengthy conversation.

“Is
this about the shelter?” I asked. “Because if it’s some rambling justification
about survival of the fittest straight out of your father’s mouth, then I don’t
want to hear it.”

“It’s
not,” he answered. The moonlight made his sun-kissed face look ashen. “It’s
about my father, and what’s next for us.”

I
leaned back in my seat. Something about his tone put me on edge, and I felt my
pulse begin to quicken and my mouth run dry. I had the feeling this wasn’t
going to be a fun conversation.

“Okay,”
I told him. “I’m listening.”

Preston
took a deep breath before beginning. “When my parents divorced, I was still
pretty young. I didn’t really understand what was going on. My mom tried to
explain it to me, but it didn’t make a lot of sense. What kid can wrap his head
around his parents splitting up?” He shook his head. “I know now that my father
was cheating on her, and she couldn’t take it anymore. But back then, she
didn’t explain that to me. I guess she didn’t want to tarnish my image of my
father, even though for a long time, it tarnished my image of her.”

I
listened quietly, hands in my lap as Preston continued. The corners of his eyes
were pinched and his mouth had turned into a pained grimace. I felt a pang of
sadness for him. Maybe I couldn’t relate—my mother had never felt the need to
hold back when badmouthing my father—but the hurt it was causing him was plain
on his face.

“That
must have been hard for you,” I said. I knew those words were stupid and
meaningless, but I felt like I ought to say something.

“It
was,” he replied. “To make matters worse, she’d signed a pre-nup before she and
my dad got married. So she wasn’t entitled to a dime of his money when they
divorced, and my father used his considerable wealth to ensure that she’d walk
away with absolutely nothing—including me.”

I
had wondered why Preston stayed with his father. I had assumed that it was
because a boy might want to stay with his dad, but I’d always heard that courts
were more likely to award custody to children’s mothers.

I
asked him, “How?”

He
said, “My father sought full custody. My mom had never intended to take me away
from him. She’d wanted to split my time between them so that we could all still
be some kind of family. But my dad was vindictive, and as I learned later in
life, family courts only side with the mom when fathers
don’t
seek custody. When they do, either joint or sole, they get it
over seventy percent of the time. It didn’t hurt that Dad paid off the judge,
either. When you have the money to hire the very best lawyers around, not to
mention provide an ‘excellent standard of care’ for your child, odds are that
the other parent is going to get screwed.”

When
he spoke again, his voice shuddered. “My mom walked out of that courtroom with
nothing. She was penniless. She’d lost her only child. And not long after that,
there was an accident.”

My
lips parted. I felt my stomach plummet to my feet. A chill seized me, and I
shook my head in utter disbelief. “Oh my God, Preston. I had no idea. I’m so
sorry…”

He
nodded slowly. “Me too. We didn’t even go to her funeral.”

Preston
was quiet for a long while, and I didn’t dare disturb him. That revelation weighed
heavily on the two of us. I couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for
him to lose his mother at that age, and for his father to act like she’d never
even mattered.

Miles
passed, and finally I mustered the courage to ask him, “Do you know why your
dad handled it like that? It couldn’t have been just to get back at her…”

“No,
it wasn’t just that,” he said. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard that
his knuckles had turned white. “I was valuable to him. Not because I was his
child, but because I was his heir. I was eleven at the time, and by that point,
he’d already invested quite a bit of time and effort into me. He wasn’t just
going to let me go.”

“But
surely joint custody…”

“He
had to prove a point,” Preston said flatly, wringing the leather in his hands.
“In his eyes, my mother had committed the ultimate sin. She’d shattered the
perfect image of the Harvey family. What he did with that other woman was
discreet. A divorce was public.”

So,
this was the man my mother was marrying. Part of me immediately felt like she
deserved him. They both treated their children like shit, and maybe it was time
for her to get a taste of her own medicine for a change.

But
I couldn’t hold onto that feeling for long. My mother was already a deeply
miserable woman. The last thing she needed to experience was even more pain and
suffering.

“Should
I warn my mother off him?” I asked. “Is that why you’re telling me all this?”

“That’s
one reason,” he said, his eyes distant. “Another is that I’m certain that he’s
doing it again. He’s cheating on your mother, Maddy.” Finally, a bit of anger
shone through. “Goddamn him. I’m so sorry.”

I
closed my eyes. So, it was even worse than I thought. There wasn’t just a
looming threat of infidelity now—it was already here. My mother was just
another trophy to Mr. Harvey, a woman he could bring to company functions and
let hang on his arm in front of all the other businessmen and their wives. He
could hardly do that with his mistress, could he? The wealthy head of a company
certainly couldn’t be seen in public with some young slut.

The
way men like Mr. Harvey treated women made me sick to my stomach, and my nausea
only grew worse as Preston dropped the final bombshell.

“There’s
one other thing,” he said. We stopped at an intersection and he looked into my
eyes. “Maddy… he
knows.
”

I
wished I’d had doubts. I wished that I’d been able to express some confusion as
to what Preston could possibly mean. But I couldn’t. I knew exactly what he was
talking about. His father knew about our tryst, and everything in my body grew
suddenly cold.

“Fuck,”
I whispered. “How?”

“I
don’t know,” he admitted. As he moved past the stop sign, he added, “But
somehow he does. And I don’t feel safe staying at my office anymore. Do you?”

Slowly,
I shook my head. I was beginning to feel numb all over, the side-effect of
shock, I was sure. Would Preston’s dad tell my mother? Had he done so already?
No, he couldn’t have. If he did, she would have been sure to bring it up when
we were in the parlor.

I
could almost see the smugness in her beady eyes as she feigned horror.
Your own stepbrother, Madison. How low will
you stoop?

“Is
that what he told you in his office?” I asked him, my voice quavering as much
as my hands were. “Is that why we left in such a hurry?”

“Yes,”
Preston said. “And because he wants me to start taking a more… active role in
Harvey Enterprises. Apparently, the way I handled the Verger account impressed
him, or something...” He snorted in disgust. “He wants me to shut down my
office and fire you.”

Great.
So not only was my new stepfather going to hold this secret over my head for
the rest of my life, but as punishment, I’d end up destitute again. My head was
reeling and I fumbled for the control on the side of my seat, leaning it all
the way back as I tried my hardest not to faint.

“Fuck,”
I muttered, closing my eyes as everything began to spin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck…”

The
car stopped. Preston reached over. He took my hands.

“Maddy,
look at me.”

I
gave the slightest shake of my head. I needed a moment to breathe. I could feel
my chest tightening, and there was a steadily growing ache in my jaw. I
realized I was grinding my teeth.

“Maddy,”
he said again. This time, his voice was far more commanding. “Look at me.”

Trembling,
I did as I was told. All the tension in my body faded away as I stared into my
stepbrother’s glittering blue eyes.

“I’m
not going to let anything bad happen to you,” he whispered, stroking my
knuckles with his thumb. “I made a choice tonight. I never realized how
worthless my father’s approval was until I had it, or what it meant until
tonight. The man has no soul, Maddy. He ruins the lives of everyone he
surrounds himself with. I thought being like him would make me untouchable, but
all it’s done is make me just as empty and miserable as he is.”

I
remained silent, staring up at him as he grasped my hands tighter. His palms
were so warm. I could feel his pulse radiating through them as he said, “I
never would have realized any of that without you. The idea of losing you
terrifies me. For the first time in my life, I’m…
feeling
something, not just playing a part. Whatever we have
between us, however wrong it is—it’s
real.
”

He
lifted one of his hands from mine and brought it to my face, lightly sweeping
his fingers against my cheek. I leaned into his touch, savoring the comfort it
brought. How had I gone from despising my soon-to-be stepbrother to feeling
safe with him in just a few short weeks? How had I opened my heart to him
despite knowing that it could never, ever work?

“Come
upstairs with me,” he said gently. “Stay at my place tonight. I don’t want to
be alone.”

I
blinked up at him slowly. “But I thought you didn’t trust being in your office
anymore?”

“I
don’t,” Preston answered. He reached over and fiddled with my seat controls,
adjusting them until I was sitting up. “I want you to stay with me in my home.”

I
looked up past the gate at the villa beyond. It was absolutely breathtaking.
More than that, it looked like a fortress—someplace we could both rest and hide
away from the rest of the world until we were ready to face it again.

“Yes,”
I told him, unable to tear my eyes away from his beautiful home. “I’ll stay.”

“Good,”
he said, finally pulling up to the wrought iron gate. As it opened, he added,
“We have a lot to figure out.”

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