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Chapter 21
Meg
I pour warm suntan oil over my body and rub it into my smooth skin.
It’s a blessing to have this opportunity to relax. I’ve been working too damn hard.
I’m surprised with Matt’s offer to have me stay here as a house guest. It means that things have definitely moved between me and the guys from the realm of business to pleasure.
Having this time to sit by the pool feels absolutely incredible. I’ve never worked so hard in my life as I have since I’ve been out here at the mansion. Though I’m sure Mrs. Simmons is wondering what makes me so special that I’m off the hook and I don’t have to answer to her anymore, none of it matters now.
All I care about is sitting by this pool and soaking up the sun’s rays. I tip my head back and allow the warmth to penetrate my body. With each passing minute, I feel more and more in my element. This sure beats being on my knees, scrubbing floors, and all manner of other things.
I idly check my phone and see that, of course, Simon has been texting me. I knew that my time here would be littered with interruptions from him, but it’s getting out of control.
You better not be having the time of your life over there, Meg. I set this up for a reason. And I can take it away just as fast. Find me the will, dig up some dirt, or else…he writes.
His texts have become basically threatening now, and there is no pretense around the fact that we ever dated. I think he and I both know this thing is over. If he doesn’t know it, then he’s very daft.
I’m so sick of him talking to me like this. But as I sit under the sun by the pool, I think that soon, I can be far away under the sun by the pool on some island. The thought makes me smile. Simon won’t know what hit him once I escape.
Still, I’m in a precarious position. I have to worry about whether Simon will rear his ugly head and break my persona or not. He could destroy everything I’ve built with these guys in an instant.
I attempt to soak up the sun and to ignore these thoughts about Simon. I don’t want to spy on the guys. I’m pretty much over this entire deal. I’m starting to care for these men and I definitely don’t want to betray them.
But even as I try to relax, I know that I need to at least try to find the will one more time. What could it hurt if Simon has a copy of it? As far as I know, everything’s been signed and the fortune is firmly in the hands of the Belcourt brothers.
I check my watch and see that I have enough time to get ready for my date, and also to maybe sweep over the library one final time.
I reluctantly get up and out of the sun and put on my kimono to cover myself.
I walk as stealthily as possible in my bare feet to the large, formal library.
Before I get there, I see Matt leaving the room. It’s a close call, though if he saw me, I could just say I was looking for him.
Once the coast is clear, I go into the beautiful, commanding two-story room.
I look around for random documents on file cabinets or anyplace where the will could be. At George Belcourt’s desk, I check all the drawers and cubbies once again. Only this time do I notice that the bottom left drawer is locked.
It definitely wasn’t like that before. I remember going through the contents of that drawer. There was no will, just a mess of paperwork. But it’s locked now and that makes me feel like at last, I’ve found the missing paper.
The problem is I don’t have a key. I sort through the other drawers and in all nooks and crannies, but the key is absent.
Then, I run my fingers underneath the desk and find the key magnetically placed there.
Success!
I take the key and it easily slips into the lock on the drawer. Just my luck. I open it and see the will. It’s the only document in there. It’s practically smiling at me. I’ve been looking for this thing for so long and finally, I have it.
I lay out the sheets of paper evenly on the desk and then take out my phone to snap a couple of pictures. This should be enough information for Simon to hopefully get him off my back.
Once I have the pictures, I slip the document back into its hiding place and lock it. I place the key back to where I found it and delightfully skip out of the library.
This picture will buy me some time—and hopefully my freedom. What more could Simon want from me?
I don’t know what he intends to do with the document, because from what I can see, it clearly states that the four Belcourt brothers are George’s sole heirs. How can Simon dispute that?
Or maybe I’m just telling myself this so I don’t feel so guilty about the betrayal. It makes me feel better to know that all I did was take a picture. And hopefully, the picture can do no harm to anyone. Hopefully, Simon is just out of his mind in thinking he has a shot at stealing the fortune.
