ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (34 page)

“It’s not about what people deserve,
son,” my dad said, his body visibly working to keep his rage contained as he
pulled a cigar box out of one of his desk drawers. “It’s about giving them just
enough to keep them from revolting. I thought I taught you better than that.”

I shook my head, standing up. “I
don’t think this is going to work out,” I said. “Not unless Maddy gets a fair
shake in all this. I mean, if I’m going to take on more responsibilities, I’m
going to need a personal assistant. Why demote her and hire someone else when
we could just transfer her position to the tower? You want to pay her less,
fine. I can cover the difference out of my own salary. I’m not cutting her pay,
and that’s not up for negotiation.”

My father waved his hand as he lit the end of his imported
cigar. “We’re not having a negotiation. Perhaps you’ve forgotten which name is
on the building? I already took care of everything. Maddy is out, and your
personal assistant position has been filled.”

I blinked, unable to form a better response than two simple
words that escaped my lips. “By who?”

He sucked in a long draw before he answered, blowing a smoke
ring as he said the word I somehow knew would bring me yet another dose of
pain.

“Jane.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Jane?” I echoed. “You’re trying
to get rid of the best assistant I’ve ever had, and now you tell me you hired
Jane on as my new PA after I
personally
fired her? What the hell, Dad?”

“She does good work,” he said with a shrug. “And she keeps
you on track. You’ve softened up since you hired on Madison, and I know damn
well Jane can fix that.”

“You’re insane,” I hissed, clenching my hands into fists at
my sides. “Maddy was on my staff when I fixed that deal with Harold Verger. I
haven’t gone soft at all.”

“Oh is that so? You’d blow that deal to smithereens in an
instant, if it meant pleasing sweet precious Maddy. I saw the way you looked at
her over dinner as the little bitch dressed me down in my own house,” my father
said, his piercing gaze meeting mine. “Wouldn’t you, Preston? I’d bet you’re
already considering it. I can see the wheels turning in that head of yours.
You’re angry, aren’t you? That’s good. I want you angry. That’s the fire you
need burning if you’re going to carry this company into the future, son.”

I stared. I wasn’t sure how to answer him, but he didn’t give
me time.

“And besides, you can’t keep fucking your stepsister,
Preston.”

I watched as his lips curled into a crooked smile, my breath
catching as my heart skipped a beat. “Maybe she’s not family yet, but she will
be, and then this little dalliance will have to stop. And when it does, it’ll
all go bad, Preston. Believe me, I’ve seen what Madison’s mother is like.
She’ll go after you and your money faster than you can pull out of her tight
little cunt. Maybe she’ll say you raped her, or that you threatened her job if
she didn’t go along with your twisted little fucking games. Now, maybe
accusations like that don’t hold a hell of a lot of weight between men like us,
but fucking your stepsister? Now that’s just plain unacceptable.”

He stood up, his bones creaking as he made his way to my
side. He blew a puff of smoke in my face as he said, “You’ll be a pariah,
Preston. And so will I. They’ll be wagging this story up and down the news
stations and dragging our stock value through the mud. Is that what you want?”

My vision was tunneling. I could feel heat prickling my face.
How the hell did he know about Maddy and me? How the hell
could
he know?

“You’re sick,” I said, a feeble attempt to refute his claims,
however true they were. My words sounded weak even to my ears. “Jesus, Dad.
That’s…”

“You’re going to get rid of her,” he said. “The sooner, the
better. Because one day, you’re going to need an heir just like I did, and it’s
damn sure not going to be something you can do with
Maddy.
You’re going to need someone cutthroat to help balance out
whatever weakness your mother managed to impart in you. Jane should do quite
nicely.”

I knew my father had always approved of Jane, but I’d never
considered it had anything to do with breeding. I felt sick. I felt like my
world was tilting, and I was doing my best to keep holding on as my thoughts
careened through my head.

“No,” I said, my lips feeling numb. “I don’t take orders from
you. Not from a man who cheated on my mom, and not from a man who…” I trailed
off. What had he done, exactly—had he put cameras in my bedroom? I settled for,
“…accuses me of sleeping with my own stepsister.”

“We all make sacrifices,” my father said. The heat of his
stare was almost hotter than the blood pooling in my cheeks. “All of us,
Preston. This will be yours. But the rewards are so much greater.”

“I don’t want to be like you,” I said, backing away from him
and turning into the hall. “I don’t want to be anything like you!”

When I stormed into the parlor to get Maddy, she couldn’t
have looked more relieved to see me. But that relief soon turned to confusion,
and then to concern as I took her by the arm and pulled her from her seat.

“Come on,” I said. “We’re leaving.”

I held her hand on the way out the door, and there was no
shame.

“There’s
something I need to tell you,”
Preston said once we were back in the car.

Despite his anger, he was taking his time getting us back to
the office. In fact, I didn’t recognize any of the roads were traveling down.
Whatever he wanted to talk about, it was obviously going to be a lengthy
conversation.

“Is this about the shelter?” I asked. “Because if it’s some
rambling justification about survival of the fittest straight out of your
father’s mouth, then I don’t want to hear it.”

“It’s not,” he answered. The moonlight made his sun-kissed
face look ashen. “It’s about my father, and what’s next for us.”

I leaned back in my seat. Something about his tone put me on
edge, and I felt my pulse begin to quicken and my mouth run dry. I had the
feeling this wasn’t going to be a fun conversation.

“Okay,” I told him. “I’m listening.”

Preston took a deep breath before beginning. “When my parents
divorced, I was still pretty young. I didn’t really understand what was going
on. My mom tried to explain it to me, but it didn’t make a lot of sense. What
kid can wrap his head around his parents splitting up?” He shook his head. “I
know now that my father was cheating on her, and she couldn’t take it anymore.
But back then, she didn’t explain that to me. I guess she didn’t want to
tarnish my image of my father, even though for a long time, it tarnished my
image of her.”

I listened quietly, hands in my lap as Preston continued. The
corners of his eyes were pinched and his mouth had turned into a pained
grimace. I felt a pang of sadness for him. Maybe I couldn’t relate—my mother
had never felt the need to hold back when badmouthing my father—but the hurt it
was causing him was plain on his face.

“That must have been hard for you,” I said. I knew those
words were stupid and meaningless, but I felt like I ought to say something.

“It was,” he replied. “To make matters worse, she’d signed a
pre-nup before she and my dad got married. So she wasn’t entitled to a dime of
his money when they divorced, and my father used his considerable wealth to
ensure that she’d walk away with absolutely nothing—including me.”

I had wondered why Preston stayed with his father. I had
assumed that it was because a boy might want to stay with his dad, but I’d
always heard that courts were more likely to award custody to children’s
mothers.

I asked him, “How?”

He said, “My father sought full custody. My mom had never
intended to take me away from him. She’d wanted to split my time between them
so that we could all still be some kind of family. But my dad was vindictive,
and as I learned later in life, family courts only side with the mom when
fathers
don’t
seek custody. When they
do, either joint or sole, they get it over seventy percent of the time. It
didn’t hurt that Dad paid off the judge, either. When you have the money to
hire the very best lawyers around, not to mention provide an ‘excellent
standard of care’ for your child, odds are that the other parent is going to
get screwed.”

When he spoke again, his voice shuddered. “My mom walked out
of that courtroom with nothing. She was penniless. She’d lost her only child.
And not long after that, there was an accident.”

My lips parted. I felt my stomach plummet to my feet. A chill
seized me, and I shook my head in utter disbelief. “Oh my God, Preston. I had
no idea. I’m so sorry…”

He nodded slowly. “Me too. We didn’t even go to her funeral.”

Preston was quiet for a long while, and I didn’t dare disturb
him. That revelation weighed heavily on the two of us. I couldn’t imagine what
it must have been like for him to lose his mother at that age, and for his
father to act like she’d never even mattered.

Miles passed, and finally I mustered the courage to ask him,
“Do you know why your dad handled it like that? It couldn’t have been just to
get back at her…”

“No, it wasn’t just that,” he said. He was gripping the
steering wheel so hard that his knuckles had turned white. “I was valuable to
him. Not because I was his child, but because I was his heir. I was eleven at
the time, and by that point, he’d already invested quite a bit of time and
effort into me. He wasn’t just going to let me go.”

“But surely joint custody…”

“He had to prove a point,” Preston said flatly, wringing the
leather in his hands. “In his eyes, my mother had committed the ultimate sin.
She’d shattered the perfect image of the Harvey family. What he did with that
other woman was discreet. A divorce was public.”

So, this was the man my mother was marrying. Part of me
immediately felt like she deserved him. They both treated their children like
shit, and maybe it was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine for a
change.

But I couldn’t hold onto that feeling for long. My mother was
already a deeply miserable woman. The last thing she needed to experience was
even more pain and suffering.

“Should I warn my mother off him?” I asked. “Is that why
you’re telling me all this?”

“That’s one reason,” he said, his eyes distant. “Another is
that I’m certain that he’s doing it again. He’s cheating on your mother,
Maddy.” Finally, a bit of anger shone through. “Goddamn him. I’m so sorry.”

I closed my eyes. So, it was even worse than I thought. There
wasn’t just a looming threat of infidelity now—it was already here. My mother
was just another trophy to Mr. Harvey, a woman he could bring to company
functions and let hang on his arm in front of all the other businessmen and
their wives. He could hardly do that with his mistress, could he? The wealthy
head of a company certainly couldn’t be seen in public with some young slut.

The way men like Mr. Harvey treated women made me sick to my
stomach, and my nausea only grew worse as Preston dropped the final bombshell.

“There’s one other thing,” he said. We stopped at an
intersection and he looked into my eyes. “Maddy… he
knows.
”

I wished I’d had doubts. I wished that I’d been able to
express some confusion as to what Preston could possibly mean. But I couldn’t.
I knew exactly what he was talking about. His father knew about our tryst, and
everything in my body grew suddenly cold.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “How?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. As he moved past the stop sign,
he added, “But somehow he does. And I don’t feel safe staying at my office
anymore. Do you?”

Slowly, I shook my head. I was beginning to feel numb all
over, the side-effect of shock, I was sure. Would Preston’s dad tell my mother?
Had he done so already? No, he couldn’t have. If he did, she would have been
sure to bring it up when we were in the parlor.

I could almost see the smugness in her beady eyes as she
feigned horror.
Your own stepbrother,
Madison. How low will you stoop?

“Is that what he told you in his office?” I asked him, my
voice quavering as much as my hands were. “Is that why we left in such a
hurry?”

“Yes,” Preston said. “And because he wants me to start taking
a more… active role in Harvey Enterprises. Apparently, the way I handled the
Verger account impressed him, or something...” He snorted in disgust. “He wants
me to shut down my office and fire you.”

Great. So not only was my new stepfather going to hold this
secret over my head for the rest of my life, but as punishment, I’d end up
destitute again. My head was reeling and I fumbled for the control on the side
of my seat, leaning it all the way back as I tried my hardest not to faint.

“Fuck,” I muttered, closing my eyes as everything began to
spin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

The car stopped. Preston reached over. He took my hands.

“Maddy, look at me.”

I gave the slightest shake of my head. I needed a moment to
breathe. I could feel my chest tightening, and there was a steadily growing
ache in my jaw. I realized I was grinding my teeth.

“Maddy,” he said again. This time, his voice was far more
commanding. “Look at me.”

Trembling, I did as I was told. All the tension in my body
faded away as I stared into my stepbrother’s glittering blue eyes.

“I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you,” he
whispered, stroking my knuckles with his thumb. “I made a choice tonight. I
never realized how worthless my father’s approval was until I had it, or what
it meant until tonight. The man has no soul, Maddy. He ruins the lives of
everyone he surrounds himself with. I thought being like him would make me
untouchable, but all it’s done is make me just as empty and miserable as he
is.”

I remained silent, staring up at him as he grasped my hands
tighter. His palms were so warm. I could feel his pulse radiating through them
as he said, “I never would have realized any of that without you. The idea of
losing you terrifies me. For the first time in my life, I’m…
feeling
something, not just playing a
part. Whatever we have between us, however wrong it is—it’s
real.
”

He lifted one of his hands from mine and brought it to my
face, lightly sweeping his fingers against my cheek. I leaned into his touch,
savoring the comfort it brought. How had I gone from despising my soon-to-be
stepbrother to feeling safe with him in just a few short weeks? How had I
opened my heart to him despite knowing that it could never, ever work?

“Come upstairs with me,” he said gently. “Stay at my place
tonight. I don’t want to be alone.”

I blinked up at him slowly. “But I thought you didn’t trust
being in your office anymore?”

“I don’t,” Preston answered. He reached over and fiddled with
my seat controls, adjusting them until I was sitting up. “I want you to stay
with me in my home.”

I looked up past the gate at the villa beyond. It was
absolutely breathtaking. More than that, it looked like a fortress—someplace we
could both rest and hide away from the rest of the world until we were ready to
face it again.

“Yes,” I told him, unable to tear my eyes away from his
beautiful home. “I’ll stay.”

“Good,” he said, finally pulling up to the wrought iron gate.
As it opened, he added, “We have a lot to figure out.”

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