Billionaire's Secret: Exposing Jay: A Chicago Suits Romance (Loving Jay Book 2) (18 page)

His eyes flared and he hurried out of the room.

T
he muffled noise
of their voices filtered through the door. It was a heated discussion but I couldn’t make out any of the words, only a sense of confusion and urgency.

The door flew open and they both rushed in. Each took hold of one of my arms and they wrestled me out the door.

“What’s happening?”

“Shut up.” Matt’s voice dripped with instability and I, for the moment, went along without resisting.

Calvin snipped the plastic tie that bound my wrists and pushed me into the front seat of a car.

“Put on your seatbelt," Calvin said.

“Are you going to be good? Or do we have to tie you to your seatbelt?” Matt snapped as he sat in the driver’s seat.

I nodded. Calvin shut my door and walked back towards the house.

Matt pulled the car away. My heart pounded, fearful of where he was taking me. I decided I would be okay, unless we started drive out of the city. And that I would remain calm until that point. I suppose because I’d lived with Matt for six years, but I didn’t believe he would hurt me. I couldn’t.

“What’s happening Matt?”

“Stop talking. I don’t want to hear your voice.”

I ignore him. “Did you ever love me?”

“What? That’s what you care about right now?”

“No. I don’t care. I’m trying to understand what you did to me.”

“Whatever.”

We drove in silence through residential areas. The houses became bigger and on larger lots until we came to a gate. A gate I knew well, the entrance to Jay’s gated community.

Matt breezed past the guards, his license plate already in their data base as a permitted visitor. How was this happening?

* * *

J
ay opened
the front door before we’d even gotten out of the car. Filled with relief at being safe, I ran to him and let his strong arms embrace me and pull me into the entrance hall. The weight of them calmed my heart and my breathing.

Matt followed us in, his presence reminding me of what I had been through. Of everything that had happened. Of the fact that Jay was still hiding a secret from me. I broke free of his embrace and took a step back, forming the third point of a triangle.

Matt opened his mouth to speak but Jay cut him off.

“Please Matt, not here. Not like this.”

“Did you ever think there was going to be a good way for her to find out?”

“Find out what?” I demanded. My fear had changed into anger.

“Abbie, I love you. You promised me you would never forget that.”

“How do you love me when you’re hiding something from me and paying him for his silence?” I pointed at Matt, my eyes never leaving Jay’s.

“This is your last chance Jay. Transfer me the money and I’ll leave right now. You can sort all this out on your own.”

“Piss off Matt, I’m tired of paying you. Of paying for you. All your fuck-ups and mistakes. Go, now. I never want to see you again.” Even I shivered at the seething anger in his voice.

I followed the line of Jay’s eyes to Matt. And back to Jay. Back to Matt. I backed away to see them both without having to shift my eyes.

Now, the similarities in their appearances became obvious. Jenny was right, Jay was simply a hotter version of Matt.

I mentally clicked through the photos of the woman, the young one holding Jay on the horse and the older one standing beside Matt at his graduation. Were they the same person? Is that why Jay locked the room and removed the photos from the frames?

“Jay, you knew Matt before.” Matt cackled at my words. “That’s how you knew who I was when you’d said you’d wanted me for years.”

“Yeah, but he’s a
gentleman
, so he wouldn’t make a move on you until I was done with you.”

“You mean until I was done with you.”

“Neither. I got rid of you Matt, out of my company, and made sure Abbie had enough money to kick you out. I got tired of seeing you treat her the way you did.”

My hand flew to my head, to steady the sudden dizziness. The hallway spun. My entire world spun. Rage bubbled up from deep inside me.

“Do you two think I’m some toy to fight over? Who are you? You’re brothers, aren’t you?” My scream bounced around the cavernous hall.

“Ding ding. And she’d not as stupid as we think,” Matt said.

“We’re
half
brothers.” Jay took a step away from Matt and towards me.

“You see Abbie, Jay would never report his little brother to the police.”

No. This can’t be happening. For the second time that week, I fled Jay’s entrance hall.

I flew down the front steps, but in my rush I stumbled on the step and fell down the last two steps. I laid on the ground, trying to regain my breath.

Before I could move, Jay’s arms were on me, helping me up. I tried to wrench my body away from his grasp but he held tight.

“Let me go!”

“No. I understand if you need to time to digest this but let me drive you. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

“No way am I getting in a car with you! You're a liar, just like Matt!”

“Let me get the driver. He can take you. Please. You can’t walk anywhere from here.”

Jay’s right. There was no way I could walk anywhere from here. I’d have to walk miles just for the hope of finding a taxi.

I marched to the garage, Jay a few steps behind me.

“You wouldn't have gone out with me in the first place if you’d known. You wouldn’t have given me a chance,” he said with hopelessness in his voice.

“You told me before that you were the same person, I just didn’t know your name. But that’s not true. I didn’t know who you were. You lied about who you were! You’re the same as your brother!”

As I entered the doorway, he stopped following me.

“Remember your promise. Don’t forget how much I love you.”

I shut the door behind me and found the driver, Tony.

“
W
hat am
I going to do? I can’t live on your couch.” I dabbed my eyes with a Kleenex. Jenny pulled another one from the box and passed it to me.

“Of course you can. I will help you anyway I can. You know I would do anything for you.”

“I don’t know how long until I can get back into my condo. I have to get the tenants out first, I don’t know how long that will be.”

“It doesn’t matter. Stop worrying about that.”

I broke down in sobs again, unable to form words. Jenny put her arm around me and pulled me close.

“I am so stupid. Why am I so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid Sweetie.”

“Yes I am. Twice I’ve fallen for men who are liars. Why? Why did I let Matt take all my money?”

“He scammed you, you didn’t let him.”

“But I was too stupid to see the scam.”

“You just have faith in people is all, you’re such a loving, kind person, you assume people are the way you are.”

I rolled my head away from her, she’d meant the words to make me feel better but they only highlighted how stupid I am. I deserved this. All of it.

Jenny spent the day bringing me cups of tea. Sam had phoned several times to check on me. Marla too. By evening, Jenny had made me a make-do bed on her couch. At midnight, she hugged me good night.

I laid on the sofa, still trying to process everything. Jenny insisted I should phone the police and report Matt and Calvin, and I would, but right now my mind was on bigger issues. Like my marriage to Jay.

Matt lied to me to take my money. Jay lied to me so I wouldn’t know he was Matt’s bother. Was there a difference? And did it matter?

How could I ever forgive Jay for his lies? But he was right, if I’d known he was Matt’s brother, I never would have spoken a word to him.

I picked up my phone. Jenny had turned it off when I’d arrived. I couldn’t resist any longer, I waited for my phone screen to finish starting up, my heart beating faster with each second. Finally my home screen appeared and my phone text sound chimed again and again.

Thirty eight texts messages. One from Sam. One from Marla. One from work. Thirty five from Jay.

There were many more from him, but I didn’t read them. Couldn’t see them through my tears. I switched off my screen and closed my eyes.

I’d become accustomed to falling asleep with his arm around me. No matter how much I pressed into the back of the sofa, trying to pretend it was his body, or a body, sleep would not come.

I was proud of myself for resisting the urge to reply to his texts. Especially the ones of old movies quotes. The one he got wrong in particular. The line
Play it Again Sam
was never in Casablanca.

By four I was still awake. I’d given up on the idea of going into work in the morning. I would have been enough of a wreck if I’d actually had sleep, without any I’d just be a total mess. I’d have to phone in sick.

For the millionth time I shuffled my body, trying to find a position I could fall asleep in. My phone chimed. Jay must not be able to sleep either.

A lump formed in my throat and I started crying again. Why did I read it? After a moment I texted back. I couldn’t resist any longer.

I switched my phone off before I heard any reply. I knew there would be one, and I knew I would be unable to resist reading it. The more I interacted with him, the less I’d be able to resist him.

To make sure I wouldn’t read anymore of his texts, I took my SIM out and folded it in half, snapping it. Cutting him off from me for good.

* * *

A
week later
, a package arrived at Jenny’s door for me. Jenny was at work. I still hadn’t found the ability to go back to my job. The humiliation may have been private this time, but it wouldn’t stop me from thinking everybody there would be snickering at me.

I opened the door and was greeted with a huge bouquet of sunflowers and a wrapped box with a large envelope.

“Thanks.” I shut the door on the Fed Ex man and set the sunflowers on the kitchen counter. The box was weighty. I abandoned the flowers and took the box to my bed on the couch.

I detached the card and set it aside. It was the same heavy wrapping paper all his other gifts had ever come in, except this time it was a bright, cheerful blue. I had no interest in saving the paper and ripped it off to reveal another jewelry box.

The lid hinged open, taking two of the layers partially with it. Three tiered levels of jewels glistened at me. Each level contained a necklace, pair of earrings and bracelet. Rubies. Emeralds. Sapphires. I stared at them, ran my fingertips over the precious stones until I came to my senses and slammed down the lid.

My breathing had quickened, and when I shifted my eyes to the envelope, it increased again.

Inside was a card, with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck sitting on a scooter in front of the Colosseum in Rome. It was the movie poster for Roman Holiday. I took a deep breath and opened it.

I must’ve read it a dozen times. Each time elicited a different emotion within me. Happiness. Excitement. Anger. Betrayal. Except did Jay betray me? The final time I read it, I was overcome with sadness. Sadness because we could have had a perfect life. We were perfect for each other. But he lied.

* * *

F
riday evening arrived
. Jenny and Sam huddled either side of me on Jenny’s sofa. They knew I couldn’t go on the honeymoon. I’d convinced them and myself that the marriage was over. Our marriage was founded on a lie and marriages founded on deceit could not survive.

They also knew that the other half of me would push them away and bolt for the door to get back in his arms.

“Sweetie, here’s something to drink.” Jenny set a glass of white wine on the coffee table in front of me.

“Thanks. I could use that. And more. Do you have any tequila?”

“The night is young. We’ll get to it, don’t worry.”

“To Abbie.” Sam held her glass up. “May James McAllister be crying his little heart out all alone on his jet right now.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Jenny and Sam clinked glasses and looked to me. My lips pursed, I picked up my glass and they touched their drinks to it.

I didn’t want Jay to be crying. I didn’t want him to be hurt. It was simply an impossibility that we remain together. No matter what our feelings were.