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“Home?” he asked.
“No place like home,” I said before turning my attention back to the window.
I could feel his eyes sliding back toward mine, and he probably had a shit ton of questions. I’ve never gone straight home after leaving the office. He would always drop me off at some bar so I could get pissed and forget about my bloody day. I had to go home, though. I had a 5 AM flight to Stonebridge tomorrow morning. My assistant used some of her brain cells and delivered the goods. She found me one of the best PI in all of Sydney.
Once she gave me the information, I called him right away. The fucker claimed he couldn’t take on any new clients, but once I told him who I was and how much I was willing to pay, he made an exception. I gave him all the information I had on Remy, including the email address of the Creme de la Creme escort agency and her YouTube channel. Within a few hours, he called back, letting me know he found her and her most recent home address. A wave of relief washed over me as his became music to my ears.
“Playing hooky tomorrow? he asked raising an eyebrow.
I forgot Earl also received a copy of my schedule, so he knew I was flying out of the country.
“Nah, you know me, mate, strictly business.”Lies.
“Who is she?” His eyes became fixated on mine. He wasn’t even paying attention to the bloody road in front of him anymore.
“I think you know me too well, Earl. Now I have to fire you.” A low chuckle escaped my throat as I diverted my eyes back to the window
“You’re a good lad. You deserve a healthy relationship with a woman, ya know? Don’t end up like me. I’m old, lonely, and as useful as a pile of bricks.”
The silence stretched throughout the cabin as I replayed the words he just spoke. He was right, I did deserve a good woman, and I’ve been putting it off out of fear because the last time I gave my heart away, the bitch broke it into a million pieces and fed it to the sharks.
I gave her five years of my life. I gave her everything and anything she wanted. If she wasn’t smiling, then I wasn’t happy. Then the day of our wedding, she didn’t show up, and neither did my brother. I found out twenty-four hours later that the two had gone off and got themselves situated quite nicely. I thought I was the only one loving her and fucking her, but my shitty brother was too. I gave him a call the night of my canceled wedding and told him I hoped my ex-finance bites his dick off the next time he stuck it in her pretty little mouth.
The whole situation had me on edge. I couldn’t eat, and I couldn’t sleep. That was the worse year of my life. I drowned my sorrows with liquor and fucked out my frustrations with desperate girls at a high-end strip club. Sadly that was a train that led nowhere and, at the end of the day, made me feel worse.
I needed a distraction, and what better way to forget about the shit show of your past relationship than spending all your time overseas doing business. It was a breath of fresh air, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t get involved with a woman again.
Although my life with my ex-fiancé blew up fifteen years ago the memory still stung, but Ian convinced me to hire an upscale escort just so I wouldn’t be so lonely. He said I didn’t have to fuck her, and I couldn’t deny the fact that I missed being in the company of a woman. I gave in, and now I’m headed back to Stonebridge to snatch up the woman I thought I could live without.
The car slowed, and Earl pulled into the garage of my condo. No words were exchanged, yet so much was said as I climbed out of the back of the SUV. I looked down at my phone and noted the time. I had about six hours to get ready and packed, but I could only think about Remy and calming my nerves with strong liquor.
* * *
I boardedmy private jet at 5 AM. I was a tad bit pissed on my ass, with a banging headache and a knot tied so tight in my stomach I thought I was going to hurl on the car ride over. Earl knew I would get shitfaced, I don’t know how he knew, but my team was rummaging through my closet, packing my suitcase, and making me a hot cup of espresso at 3 AM. I couldn’t sleep because I knew I would be showing up at Remy’s doorstep in less than twenty-four hours. I wasn’t nervous about seeing her. I wanted to see her. I needed to see her; it was her growing bump that scared the fuck out of me, but I had to get over my little fear because she was mine, and I had no choice but to be there for her even if she didn’t want me to.
“You could use this, mate,” Ian said as he dangled a shot glass with brown liquor in front of my eyes.
“Ya know, I was just shitfaced, and here you are handing me another one. You really are a good friend.” My lips pressed tightly around the rim of the glass, and the liquor burned as it slid down my throat.
He leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other. “Good?”
“It burns, which means it did its job,” I said as I slammed the glass down on the small marble table in front of me.
Small chatter echoed from the pit; I could hear the pilots conversing with the two stewardesses. They laughed and talked about their families.
“Did Earl call you last night?” I asked as I drew in a breath.
“You know damn well he did. He knows you better than anyone. He said you were as silent as a mouse on the way home last night. Usually, you’re blabbering on about some shit.” He handed me two aspirin and a cold bottle of water.
“I don’t fucking blabber.” I took the two pills and plopped them in my mouth, using the water as a much-needed chaser.
“So, are you ready for this? You need me there for moral support or….?” He reclined his seat, throwing the neck pillow behind him, and crossed one leg over the other as he quirked a brow.
“For what? In case I shit my pants when she tells me there’s a mini-me growing in her little oven?”
“It can get kinda messy. Are you sure you’ll get it all up? Sometimes it runs down your leg.” His mouth morphed into a shit-eating grin, a grin I was all too familiar with.
“You know what else is messy? Slamming my fist into your face.” I returned the sarcasm and let a devilish smile sweep across my face.
