Imperfectly Yours Volumes 1-4 (A New Adult Romance Series) : Imperfectly Yours, His Diversion, Of Fear And Fate, Hard To Love You (6 page)

DANE

Three

“. . . backstabbing for a living.”

Being a Haskell means being a dirtbag. I try to be a good person. I try to fly under the radar but it never works. I always end up making things worse, being accused of cheating, or being called a downright bastard. It’s in the genes. My dad’s a jerk and so am I. Why try preventing the inevitable. I’m tired of trying.

I’m done.

My conscience hates me. The more I ignore him, the more his voice in my head gets drowned out by other things. Urges. She’s going to hate me, if she doesn’t already. I realize it now that we’re apart. Though I’m sure the moment I see her again all the reasonable thoughts will be brushed aside. That leaves the sexual ones.

“If I give this back to you, will you contact that girl again?”

“No,” I lie.

“Good. Otherwise, I’ll have to tell your father.” Dad’s right hand man, and massive body guard, has been sitting outside my door all day. Dad calls him Rig. That’s all I know about him other than he’s british and supposedly rides with the Hell’s Angels. He barged as I was sending Mikki a text. I only got one word to her. I hope she figures it out.

I hit my head against the wall. I can’t stand it here. I can see the sunshine through the blinds. I hear the birds and the sound of a nearby stream. I’m hidden from it all. Rig keeps me from going outside. So I sit in my room watching TV and trying not think about how messed up my life is.

Rig hands me my cell phone. I have about a hundred missed calls and text messages. He stands in front of me folding his arms.

“What? I said I promise okay.” I roll my eyes.

“And I said you can check your messages.” His deep voice booms through the room. “That’s it.”

“What so you’re going to sit here and read over my shoulder? Come on, man.”

“If you like I can always knick it again,” he replies. A subtle smirk crosses his weathered face.

“How much longer do I have to do this?”

“Until your father contacts me,” Rig responds. “That’s the deal.” And that’s the only thing I know about the deal I made with my father. I would have never left Mikki if I knew this was going to happen.

“I’m in another city,” I sigh. “Another state. It won’t hurt to just step outside.”

“Oh it will hurt if you do, mate. I can promise you that it will.”

“Fine,” I gulp. I scroll through the desperate pleas from Mikki and hand my phone back just to get him the hell out of my room. He pockets it and stomps down the hall.

Whatever.

I’m going to leave this prison no matter what he says. I’ll find my window if I wait patiently. Then maybe I can sneak a call to Mikki and let her know I’m still alive. I stand up, looking out the window at the sea of green in the back lawn. I remember playing back there when I was a kid. We’d come here during ski season and if I wasn’t on the mountain I was near that grove of trees building snow forts. Of course everything was covered in snow back then. I’ve never been here in summer.

Regardless, I will forever hate this place when I get home.

I have got to find a way out. Dad ruins everything. I don’t know what he’s up to but I don’t want any part of it. I’m afraid that I won’t have much of choice, me being his only son.

Paige has no problem backstabbing for a living. Dad should bring
her
into the family business. Not me.

Rig will sleep sometime. That’ll be my chance. He’s been pacing for the last two hours. I know he’s tired. I sit on my bed, thinking through a plan for when Rig finally crashes on the couch.

I rest my head back on my pillow. Dad might have me locked away up here but he can’t control
everything.
If there’s one useful thing Dad actually taught me it’s never let others stand in your way.

MIKKI

Four

“. . . hypocrite.”

“I’m being followed.”

“No you’re not,” Zanna laughs. She struts through the doorway and helps herself to whatever is in the fridge. I rub my forehead. Aunt Scarlett is working late and I’ve lost myself in trashy reality TV. “I tried calling you like a million times, girl.”

“Oh . . .” I glance at the beige couch cushions. My phone is missing. I feel through the creases.

“So,” Zanna continues. “First day. How was it?”

“Lame. I need some Ben & Jerry’s.”

“Any office hotties?” She winks. If you would call my tour guide Paul hot. I’m pretty sure a spritz of cologne in the morning is not an important part of his hygiene routine.

“No but . . .” I hesitate to blurt out the rest because Zanna is going to call me crazy for bringing it up again.

“Not this again.” She rolls her eyes and takes a sip of soda, slurping the foam first. “No one is following you, and even if that guy from the party was by your office this morning . . .” She waves a hand in the air. “I’m not saying he was . . . but
if
he was, he was probably trying to get a better look.”

“Come again?” I wrinkle my nose.

“He probably recognized you from that night but wasn’t sure. We were all pretty tipsy.”

“Sure,” I reluctantly agree. I search again for my cell phone. “Shoot.”

“What?”

“I left my phone at my desk.” I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand. “Idiot.”

“No biggie,” Zanna responds. “I’ll drive you. And we can stop at that ice cream place on the way home.” Ice cream does sound good after the day I had. I grab a notepad from the kitchen drawer by the sink and write Scarlett a note in case she comes home to an empty apartment.

I grab a jacket and rub at the edges of my cuticles. Maybe I have a message waiting for me . . . from Dane.

Don’t be stupid, Mikki.

I haven’t heard any updates on the kidnapping from anyone. There seems to be an unwritten rule at the office. If you talk about a Haskell in the Banley building you’re basically asking to get fired.

*
          *          *

The lobby looks dead with the lights off. Zanna frowns as we pull up alongside the front entrance to the Banley building. I sigh before opening the car door. Zanna shakes her head and turns off the car.

“I’m going with you,” she whispers.

“You don’t hear me arguing,” I reply. We walk quietly to the doors. The sky is dark and only the street lamps on Main Street illuminate the town. The night is quiet, even the pub down the street isn’t very busy. I pull at the handles on the glass doors. They’re locked. I should’ve known.

“Ugh.” I shrug my shoulders.

“Relax,” Zanna chuckles. “I’ll just pick the lock.”

“No,” I scold. “You can’t break into the place where I work, idiot. I’ll get fired for sure.” I nudge her on the shoulder because I know, despite her playful tone, she’s dead serious. Breaking and entering. That’ll go over well when I’m job searching in a couple years.

Zanna tilts her and looks at me like I’m the whiney kid she’s stuck babysitting.

“I’m only trying to help, Miss Drama.”

“By breaking the law? I’m one hundred percent sure there are cameras in there.”

“Okay,” she responds in a high pitched vo
ice. She scans the building and starts walking around the back. A black alley is around the corner. I’m not sure what it looks like during the day, but there’s a tiny spot of light near the end.

“Where are you going?” I whisper. “Stop.”

“Shhh.” Zanna keeps walking like it’s no big deal.

“You can’t go down there.”

“Watch me,” she scoffs. Zanna stays close to the brick wall and takes one step at a time towards the light. I have no choice but to follow her. I’m not going to be left alone in the dark. My heart starts racing. The closer we get the more I realize the light is coming from an open door. Zanna’s right. That’s our way in. Probably cleaning people.

She takes another step. I hold the edge of her jacket. She takes another soft step then stops suddenly. The light is blocked by two figures. She crouches down and I follow suit. A dumpster blocks most of us. Voices ring through the night.

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea,” I whisper.

“Shhh.” She leans forward a little trying to listen. The voices mumble at first but the longer we stay still, the clearer they become. A man and a woman.

“I can’t keep doing this, Matt.” The woman sounds stressed. My heart keeps racing. I can hear it in my ears. The voice is familiar.

Scarlett.

I squeeze Zanna’s arm. She nods, listening intently.

“But Scar,” Matt replies in a low voice. “I need you.”

I don’t have a full view of them but I’m pretty sure he’s touching her.
I am going to be sick.

I tug at Zanna’s arm. I’ve seen enough. Matt pulls Aunt Scarlett back inside and this time Zanna follows
my
lead back to the car. I clutch my sides, trying to comprehend what I just saw. It feels like an eternity before Zanna unlocks the door. I sit and catch my breath.

“She lied,” I mutter. “She said she was at work . . . but she lied.”

“Mmm,” Zanna smiles, starting the car. “What a clever little-”

“This isn’t funny.” I duck down and instinctively cover my face. I remember all the times Aunt Scarlett said the Haskells were a family of scumbags . . . hypocrite. But that isn’t the worst of it. My Aunt is sleeping with Matt Haskell. Dane’s dad.

Five

“. . . the two of them are having sex.”

I want to stay up and wait for Aunt Scarlett. I want to tell her
exactly
what I’m thinking.

I don’t.

Zanna forces chocolate ice cream down my throat instead. I can’t face my aunt. She’s been lying this whole time.

“Say something.” Zanna patiently waits for me to speak. I shake my head. What else can I say except I freakin’ hate being a Copelun.
Nothing
goes right for me.

“I’m never speaking to her again,” I mumble.

“Sure.”

“I’m serious.”

“So she’s getting it on with the wealthiest man in Seaside. Can you blame her?”

Eww
. A comment that suggests the two of them are having sex. My expression turns sour.

“Quit saying that,” I answer. “You’ll make me barf all over the place.”

“Drama queen,” she laughs. She licks another spoonful of her cookies and cream. Zanna still stopped for ice cream on the way home despite my sudden loss of appetite. She insisted that the chocolate would make me feel better. So far it’s only made things worse. Every time I stare at my cup it reminds me of when Scarlett and I would eat ice cream sundaes and watch the Lifetime Movie Network on the weekends. We sort of stopped our tradition when I graduated high school. Not too long ago. Is that when she started-

Ugh.

“Stop doing that,” Zanna whines. Her eyes dart to the expression on my face. “If you get sick,
I’ll
get sick.”

“You’re the one that made me eat that ice cream,” I remind her.

“You wanted it and we both know it.” She looks down at the rest of her cup. She takes a deep breath and tosses it in the trash. “Fine. The ice cream didn’t do a damn thing.”

“Zanna,” I say quietly. I sit carefully on the sofa to prevent my vision from spinning again. All I can think about is the mess I’m in. Trying to think one, two, or even five years ahead doesn’t work. I feel like I’ll be stuck in this moment forever.

Reminded that Dane isn’t here.

“What am I going to do?” My voice is so quiet that Zanna rushes to sit next to me, leaning in to hear me better. “What would
you
do?”

“Well . . .” She grins. I can tell she’s holding back the sarcasm. “I guess I would . . .” Her face is completely straight. She glances up at the ceiling. “Uh . . .” She sighs.

“Exactly,” I mutter.

“I think we both know it’ll
always
be on your mind from now on.”

I nod in agreement.

“Maybe you should just tell her,” Zanna goes on. “Tell her what you saw and see what she says.”

I know what she’ll say. She’ll deny the whole thing. I’d have to confront her with pictures or something to make her talk. I shake my head.

“I can’t,” I say.

“Maybe it’s only a fling?”

“Sick.” I cover my mouth with my hand.

“An ‘
it’s just a phase and one day it’ll be over’
type thing.”

But that doesn’t address the main issue here. The one I can’t say out loud. He’s Dane’s dad. Dane’s
married
dad. What on earth is Scar thinking? She’s going to end up getting us both run out of town if Mrs. Haskell finds out.

My heart jumps at the sound of a car door slamming. I hear footsteps. Zanna and I both stare at the front door with blank expressions. The doorknob slowly turns and my Aunt Scarlett stumbles inside with an arm full of grocery bags.

“Hey guys.” She smiles like nothing’s wrong.

“How was work?” Of course Zanna is the first one to say something. I glare at her.

“Busy busy,” Scarlett replies. “Same as usual. But busy is good in the catering world.”

“And the dating world,” Zanna adds. I hit her on the shoulder as soon as Scarlett’s back is turned.

“Stop,” I say through my teeth.

“Oh I’m sorry I wasn’t here to hear about your first day, M.” She hurriedly unpacks her grocery bags. “How did it go?”

“Fine.”

“Oh come on,” Scarlett chuckles. “I need more deats than that.”

“Yeah,” Zanna butts in. “Tell her what you saw.” My eyes go wide. Scarlett looks up and stares in my direction as if I have a story to tell.

“What?” she eagerly asks.

“A guy,” Zanna speaks for me.
Jerk.

“A guy huh? Well, out with it. What’s his name?”

“She’s kidding,” I respond, discreetly pushing Zanna off the couch with my foot. “My day was . . . normal. Boring.”

“It’ll get better,” Scar replies.

No it won’t.

“I’m going to bed,” I announce. I stand up, still glaring at Zanna. “Night.” I turn and head to my room. Zanna can show herself out. I’m done talking, complaining, or even thinking about the Haskells.