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“Was? You’re not one anymore?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
My brow drew in at her sadness.
“You said your dad borrowed money and that he was trying to help you. Can you tell me about that?
“Why?” Her face shot over. “There’s nothing we can do about it now. It’s over. It’s all over. This is all my fault.” The last was a whisper so full of pain, I felt myself sympathize. I nearly reached for her. That damn cake.
“I can help you once we leave here. If you’ll let me.”
“How is that? You’ve been disinherited. You’re as jobless and as poor as me now.”
She did have a point. My accounts were probably locked. My cars, gone. Did I even have clothes? I hadn’t thought about any of this. I didn’t believe it would ever happen. Where the hell was I going to go? I didn’t have friends. I didn’t have anyone.
“Now, who’s depressed.” Fayette pulled at the bandage holding in the IV. “Figures. I thought this was love cake. I’ve never felt so sad in my life. You don’t look any better.”
“Don’t take that out. You need fluids.”
Before I could finish, she was pulling the needle out and pushing away the bag to stand. She got up and started to pace. Me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
“I think they turned the heater on. I almost can’t breathe.”
“It’s the cake. Just wait.”
“For what, exactly? I feel nothing anymore. I just want to leave. I want my mom.”
Still, she pulled and adjusted the top of the robe. Her pacing slowly began to increase, and her hands were constantly sliding through her hair. I shifted for the millionth time, glad for the cuffs. I was so turned on and it was only getting worse. Each of her steps were grace. Each finger that slid over her lips was torture.
“I think I have to take this robe off. It’s too thick, and I’m on fire. I need—” She jerked to a stop, her eyes shooting to me. “I’m going to hate myself for asking, but I have to because if I walk another step, I may just…I need.” Again, she grew quiet while she gazed at me. She kept touching her chest, pushing the tips of her nails into her skin. “Do you want to make out?”
“No.”
“God, what am I saying? I can’t do this.” She spun for the door, only to turn back to me in horror. “I need. I have to.”
“Stay over there.”
“I’m not sure I can. I…”
“You better not come closer.”
“What happens if I do? We both know we’re not getting out of here until it happens. I can’t keep wasting time. Every second, I feel myself going crazier. She needs me. Please.”
My head shook, but the words would no longer leave my mouth. I wanted her. I wanted her so fucking bad that it erased the fear, the anger. I knew it existed, but I couldn’t feel it anymore.
“Please.” Fayette rushed to the bed, sitting on the edge, next to me. “I’m not my dad. I’ve never asked anyone for anything. I’ve never found it in me not to fight or work for what I wanted, but…Aimon, please. I have to leave here. I’m begging you. Who’s to say it even works? People try for months and years to conceive. Have you ever been tested? What if you can’t have kids? Your grandfather can’t. He said it was a surprise that he could at all. Something about the Carmelo curse. It’s the reason he pushed me off on you.”
“He can’t have kids?”
“No. He’s praying for a miracle before he dies. He told me he only had a few months left to live. That’s why he’s so desperate. He can’t die without knowing his line will live on.”
“He’s dying?”
The entire room tilted as I took in her news. He had been aging a lot more lately. The weight loss. The paleness. He even gave me full control of the businesses. Sure, he still overlooked my every move, but he never came to any of the buildings anymore. I just thought he was stepping back. He was up in his years. He was getting old. I thought this was a test, not him actually handing things over.
“You didn’t know?”
A tear escaped down Fay’s cheek as her hand cupped mine. The contact sent a rush of ecstasy through me.
