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So I stopped for a moment, bending over, hands on my knees, head down. Breathe man, the voice inside spoke. Breathe motherfucker. And I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply through my nose before exhaling once more, trying to find the Zen. It worked a little, and when my eyes opened, I saw the tips of my loafers, as well as the tips of another pair of shoes, women’s sandals. What the hell? Who was standing so close to me? Couldn’t they tell that I was having a moment? Seriously, Manhattanites can be so rude.
But as my eyes focused, I looked at the toes again and saw that they were perfectly formed, each nail a polished coral, shiny and sweet. And suddenly, the air really left my chest then, my breathing labored once more. Because as I lifted in my head, it was like a mirage appearing. Rebecca was here, right in front of me, standing on the sidewalk before my building.
She smiled tremulously.
“Hi Kane,” came that dulcet voice, reverberating in my heart.
I almost choked. What the fuck, after the misery I was going through, the “Hi” sounded so normal. I really was fucking bonkers, even a mere “Hi” shook me to the soul, made me feel a million things at once, emotions rushing through my brain. Happiness, elation, surprise, but also misery, despair and most of all, shame. I was ashamed what I’d done to her, what I’d put her through, and no amount of apologies could make up for it.
So I didn’t even try to apologize. Instead I played it off, like this was the most normal meeting in the world.
“Hey Rebecca,” I grunted. “What are you doing here? What a coincidence,” I said with a lazy smile.
The girl blushed a little, biting her lip and nodding.
“Well, I live in New York,” she said hesitantly. “Not here, of course, this is a really nice area. I live in the Bronx,” she corrected. “I live up north, and I wanted to thank you Kane, for finding us new digs, for setting up my grandmother and brother in a really great apartment.”
I nodded like it was no big deal.
“Sure, I had my broker do it all,” I drawled casually. “No prob.”
And the girl blushed again, looking down.
“Well, thanks anyways,” she said quietly. “It really means a lot to us.”
I stopped then, unsure what to say next. Me, billionaire alpha, was actually tongue-tied, at a loss before this beautiful girl. Because Becky was even more gorgeous than I remembered. Brown curls flowed over her back, those lips so luscious, the pout heavenly. And oh god, that body, the huge tits and round rump, I was getting hard just looking at them.
So I forced myself to look away, staring at her face instead, willing my gaze upwards. I was going to treat Becky right, be the respectful dude every woman wants, and not the dirty motherfucker I really am.
“So is this a coincidence?” I drawled again, eyebrow quirked. “Headed to Whole Foods or the Park?” I asked. Lots of people come to my neighborhood to enjoy Central Park, one of the entrances was nearby, perfect for walkers and joggers.
And it would have been easy for the girl to lie, to smile like nothing was wrong and nod agreeably. But instead, she looked up and met my eyes, those caramel pools so direct and warm.
“No,” she said slowly. “I came to find you.”
I was non-plussed. Really, in a city of fourteen million people, the girl was able to fish me out like a needle in a haystack? That didn’t sound right. But Rebecca could sense my suspicion.
“No one told me where you live,” she said hurriedly. “No one gave it way, not the Club, not the secretary at your company, and not the broker. I just knew you would be here.”
I was stock still, looking at her.
“You knew?” I asked skeptically, eyebrows quirked. “How the fuck? This is one street in all of Manhattan baby, I could live anywhere and I’m not exactly listed in 4-1-1.”
And it was here that she took a deep breath, before meeting my eyes once more.
“No, it’s because I know you Kane. I know you have to have the best, that you’ll only accept the best, and this building,” she said, gesturing with her hand, “Is the best in Manhattan. It’s been in all the papers as the newest development for billionaires, in fact this strip of West 57th is called Billionaires Row. So I knew you’d be here,” she said, biting her lip tentatively, blushing a little. “I knew I could find you here.”
I sat back, stunned. Because of course Rebecca would figure it out. This woman knew me better than anyone else, the stories of ourselves we’d shared during those two weeks had been deep, had opened a part of me that I didn’t show to many people, if anyone at all. And of course, I’d told her how I’d started the Club because I couldn’t get into the traditional social clubs. So Rebecca knew that I have a side that’s insecure, and because of it, I have to have the best, I have to live in the best, and my building, One57, is the best. Shit, I was neighbors with several Russian oligarchs, a number of Saudi princes, and a couple Rockefellers. Not that I ever saw them, we have private elevators, but sometimes I’d glimpse an entourage in the lobby, or a mess of black cars outside. They were here. The elite was definitely here because this was the most prestigious building in the City. And Rebecca, using her instincts, had homed in, her street smarts and savvy serving her well.
