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CHAPTER10
Jaimie
These past twenty-fourhours had been the longest, and right when I signed my name on the dotted line for the deal I just closed with the Kingsley’s to keep us out of court, my phone vibrated. It was a text from Ian. He told me that Remy saw the picture I sent him from the dinner last night. He said Remy was furious and that she couldn’t stop crying. I tried to call her, but she wouldn’t answer.
I called her fifty times in a row, hoping that I would annoy her enough to answer the bloody phone, but she didn’t. Just thinking about the dinner had my blood boiling. I couldn’t believe I let my mother and uncle talk me into this, talked me into leaving the love of my life to entertain a woman just for the sake of business. I slammed my head back against the headrest and watched as planes jetted down the runway in the distance.
I could have been back in Stonebridge hours ago, but my mother interjected herself once more into my life and made brunch plans that included me and a client I had never met. I was forty-two years old and still doing things that didn’t benefit me. I never wanted to take over my father’s business, and the thought of leaving it behind started to sound pretty fucking good.
My phone buzzed on the marble tray table next to me, and when I saw the name sliding across the screen, I flipped it over. I didn’t want to speak to my mother. I was tired of her games and tired of her. My phone kept vibrating, and I knew she wouldn’t stop calling unless I picked up.
“I did what you asked. Now, let me get back to my life.” I spat.
“Oh, Jaimie, why are you always so upset?” I could hear her sipping through the microphone
“I want out. I finalized the deal with the Kingsley’s for you. I’m calling my lawyer first thing Monday morning.”
“Jaime, your uncle—”
I ended the call and tossed it into the seat across from me. I was serious. I wanted out. I wanted to cut ties with my father’s business and start a new life with Remy and my babies. I didn’t want the distractions of the company interfering with my family. My inheritance and personal stocks yielded me more than enough to take care of them, and I planned to use every penny I had to make Remy happy.
* * *
My jet toucheddown in Stonebridge in the early evening. I grabbed my phone and turned off airplane mode hoping I had a missed call or text from Remy, but I didn’t. The ride back to the penthouse was unnerving. My mind was racing.
I tried to gather my thoughts and prepare the perfect excuse as to why I let my mother whore me out for a business deal and why I didn’t just tell her the truth. I should have told her the truth, now I have to explain myself, and my excuse sucked. As the elevator carried me up to my suite, I could feel the sweat dripping off my forehead, and my underarms started to soil. I was a fucking wreck, and Remy had every right to make me feel this way. When the elevator doors peeled back, I saw Ian sitting in the living room, he had his laptop open, and his hand was frantically moving across the keypad.
“Hey mate, how’s it going?”
I couldn’t believe he was asking me how I was when he knew damn well I felt like utter horse shit.
“Uh, ya know, I feel like shit. Why?”
His lips pierced, and he cast his gaze downward. “I’m sorry about that. Completely my fault. I should have taken my satchel with me when I went to take the phone call.”
“Not your fault, lad. I’m pretty sure Samantha was the one that went through your bag. She has a lot of nerve.” I peeled off my jacket and tossed it onto the couch next to him.
“Yea, she was a little spicy,” he said as he kept his eyes on his laptop screen.
My eyes scanned the penthouse. My mother’s scent still lingered in the air, and I felt my blood turn to lava as it invaded my nostrils. I turned on my heels in the direction of the bedroom when Ian's words stopped me in my tracks.
“What?” I asked, hoping I didn’t hear him correctly.
“She’s not here, mate. She’s in the garage.”
Fuck.I raked my fingers through my hair as I walked toward Ian. He was looking at a spreadsheet on the laptop, probably looking at our monthly expenses. I wanted to tell him that those numbers didn’t matter anymore because I had my heart set on leaving the company and putting him fully in charge. I didn’t want to drop that ball on him just yet, though. My main focus was Remy.
He turned his attention to me, and a look of worry hung about his gaze as he waited for me to say something. I paced back and forth, with my hands on my hip and my heart beating in my chest like a wild drum.
“Go to the garage. She’ll want to see you.” He said before closing his laptop and pulling out his tablet.
I glanced his way, “How can you be so sure? I hurt her. She probably hates me.”
“She loves you. There’s only room for one four-letter word emotion in the heart, and I’m positive it isn’t hate.”
I walked through the dimly lit garage until I reached her bus. The lights were on, and I could hear faint music seeping through the window cracks. The front doors were closed. I tried to peel them open, but they were locked.
“Baby girl?” The music stopped, and there was a long pause before she answered again.
