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“The divorce could drag on for years,” I said.
“I understand that. We’ll have to figure something out. Maybe not right now, but eventually.”
“You would be willing to do that? To wait? Never mind. I don’t expect you to be celibate and wait around for something that may never happen.”
“Gee, do you have such little faith in me?”
“That came out wrong. But who knows how long this is going to last. Just because we slept with each other once doesn’t mean it’ll ever work for us to do it again. I can’t ask you or expect you to wait.”
Zach reached up, took my hands in his, gave them a soft squeeze, and looked me directly in my eyes. “You’re worth waiting for.”
“Stop. You can’t say things like that. It isn’t fair.”
“It’s the truth. I understand why we can’t see each other, but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop thinking about you, remembering what it was like to be with you, or finding a way to do it again. This isn’t goodbye, Victoria. I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter 6
Zach
I missed talking to Victoria. I didn’t have a reason to anymore. She had signed off on the inspection. The only thing left to do was sign her documents to officially get the house. Technically, there was no reason for us to ever talk again.
And after what she told me, we never should. I didn’t want to cause any problems for my father. And if Victoria was right, Samantha was going to use any excuse to make him look bad. Even if it meant hurting her own daughter.
I had never liked Samantha. Not from the moment my father had introduced her to me. I met her at a party at his house. He was getting ready to start filming “Love on the Nile,” and Samantha was going to be one of the supporting actors. I remembered her when I was growing up. She had been a decent actress with some talent, but she hadn’t worked in years. I wasn’t sure why my father had wanted her on his film so badly. But I soon found out.
It shouldn’t have surprised me when my father started dating her. He had married two other women he had met on his sets. It was a pattern with him. I had thought he had learned his lesson, marriages that start on film sets never work out, but he hadn’t. It became evident that he was infatuated with Samantha very quickly.
The engagement was expected, as was the quick marriage with very few guests. I was invited and did attend, but thinking back on it, I realized that Victoria wasn’t there. If she had been, I would have noticed her. There was no way I wouldn’t have been captivated by her just like I was the first moment I saw her.
Being with her only added to her allure. I wanted her. She was like no other woman I had ever been with. I liked that she was different. I liked that she understood the world that my father was in, that I had been raised in, and, like me, wanted nothing to do with it.
Not that it mattered. No sooner had I gotten her into my arms than she was taken from them. I could still feel her breath against my neck as I held her. I could still hear her laughter as I kissed a sensitive part of her skin. I could still smell her light jasmine perfume as it filled my nose and head.
Being with her once only made me want to be with her again. I hated that we couldn’t be together. I understood what she was saying, and I was going to respect her need to keep us separated. For now. It didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to do everything in my power to see that we could be together as soon as possible.
And I wanted to be with her. She was the most amazing woman I’d ever met. Knowing more about her past, who her mother was, only made me want to be with her more. I had thought she was incredible, resilient, and determined before. I could only imagine her childhood and what she had to endure being raised by a woman like Samantha Maxwell. It only made me admire Victoria more.
Sitting and thinking about her, wishing that we could be together, was never going to make it happen. I needed to do something, and there was one person that I needed to talk to in order to get the ball rolling.
“Well, hello, son. This is a pleasure,” my father said when he answered the phone.
“It’s good to talk to you too. How are things?”
“Can’t complain. Same ol’. You know how it is.”
“How are things with Sam?”
“You know she hates that you call her that.”
“Which is exactly why I do it,” I countered with a smile.
I got a kick out of pissing her off. Especially when it was something as simple as using a nickname she hated.
“That’s fine by me. She won’t be my problem for much longer,” my father fumed.
“Trouble in paradise?”
“It was never paradise, or at least not for very long. The woman is a hard woman to love. She’s even a harder woman to like,” he grumbled.
