One Night With the Billionaire: Book Four (A Billionaire Romance)
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Authors: Cassie Cross
One Night With the Billionaire: Book Four
One Night With the Billionaire - Book Four
Text copyright © 2016 Cassie Cross
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One Night With the Billionaire
Book Four
By Cassie Cross
Kaia wakes to the sound of muffled voices, roused from a light, gentle sleep. Disoriented, she rolls over, reaching for Jason, who isn’t there. Her hand slides across cool sheets, which tells her he’s been gone a while.
A quick panic rushes through her, and she sits upright, the sheets falling across her waist. Her heart pounds against her ribcage.
“Jason?” she calls. She doesn’t get a response. Instead, she hears more muffled voices. Jason’s, along with someone who sounds a lot like Elise.
She looks over at the clock on Jason’s bedside table.
It’s 3:27. Kaia had fallen asleep in his arms not even two hours ago, after she’d done her damnedest to distract him from the events earlier in the evening. She’d been haunted by the look in his eyes as he pressed her against the wall of the building, blocking his body with hers.
He’d been so shaken afterwards, that all she wanted to do was feel his skin on hers, and make him feel so good that he forgot the panicked helplessness she’d seen written all over his face.
He came three times before he finally fell asleep, exhausted.
Looks like it hadn’t lasted very long.
Jason’s raised voice reverberates throughout the apartment, and Kaia slides out of bed, slipping one of Jason’s old t-shirts over her head on the way out.
Muted light filters out of Jason’s office into the hallway, and Kaia follows the rumbling of voices. She doesn’t want to eavesdrop, but she also wants to be there for Jason if he needs her.
Elise’s loud, pleading voice is what makes her run to the door, desperate to see what’s going on.
Jason is standing on one side of his desk, his fingers threaded through his hair, his red-rimmed eyes looking at Elise in disbelief. She can
feel
his tension from all the way across the room. It’s written all over his body.
Elise sits in the chair across from the desk, looking completely defeated. Tears are streaming down her face, and her arms are outstretched, palms up, like she’s pleading. There’s desperation in her eyes, like her whole world hinges on whatever Jason does next.
“Jason?” Kaia says quietly, taking a tentative step forward. “Is everything okay?”
It takes him a few seconds to fully register Kaia’s presence, then his gaze flits to hers, and he looks like a drowning man. Completely, utterly lost.
Kaia slowly walks over to him, not wanting to do anything that will make him push her away, or retreat back into himself like she knows he’s accustomed to doing. The newfound openness with each other that they’ve shared since Jason shared his past with her is still so fragile.
Kaia doesn’t want to do anything to break it.
When she finally makes her way over to him, Kaia reaches out and slides her hand across Jason’s back. He relaxes against her touch; the tension that was there just seconds earlier melts away. Some is still there, but he’s more relaxed than he had been, and Kaia considers that a win.
“It’s okay,” she says softly, as her hand glides across his back.
When he looks down at her, still lost, he says, “It’s not okay.”
Kaia decides not to talk him out of it before she knows what’s actually going on. He and Elise have been arguing, that much is obvious. The tension in the air is thick, and she could hear them before she walked in here. Apart from how wrecked Jason looks, Elise seems ready to get down on her knees and plead with him at any moment.
“What’s going on?” Kaia asks.
“Elise was just leaving.”
Elise lets out a quiet sob, says, “Jason,
please
.”
Kaia is completely confused. The whole reason Elise is staying at the apartment tonight is because she wanted to keep an eye on Jason after what happened earlier. And Jason had told Kaia that he felt better having Elise near.
Clearly, a lot has happened since she’s been asleep.
Jason brings his hand up and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just go, please, Elise. I can’t do this tonight. My driver’s waiting for you downstairs. He’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
Jason has no family left; Elise is the closest thing he has. Kaia can’t wrap her mind around what could’ve happened to make the situation change so suddenly, and she doesn’t want to let Elise go without giving Jason the chance to cool off. She doesn’t want him to regret anything he says or does here, and if she can possibly keep that from happening, she’s going to.
“I’m worried about you,” she tells him. “Let’s just go back up to bed, and sleep on it, okay? Don’t do anything you’re going to regret.”
Jason puts his arm around Kaia, and pulls her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“I just need some time.” He looks to Elise, who’s clearly gutted, and repeats the same thing. “I need some time.”
Elise gives the two of them a sad smile, and watches the way Jason’s hand slides across Kaia’s shoulder. “Okay. I can give that to you.”
“The driver-”
“Isn’t necessary,” Elise finishes. “I think we both know that now.”
“I don’t want you going out alone,” Jason says. “It’s late, and I’ll feel better knowing you got back to your hotel okay.”
Elise takes a deep breath, and nods. She stands, and gives Kaia a watery grin. “It was very nice to meet you, Kaia. I hope we’ll get the chance to get to know each other better in the future.”
Kaia nods. “I’d like that very much. I enjoyed meeting you, too.”
She pauses, like she thinks Jason might change his mind. When he doesn’t, she turns and walks out, shutting the door behind her.
Jason sighs heavily, and sits down on the edge of his desk. His shoulders are slumped, his head bowed. Kaia wants nothing more than to be there for him, to be someone he can lean on and talk to, but she doesn’t want to press him.
She’d really like it if he’d open up on his own.
She steps between his legs, and he grips her hips, moving her forward, close enough so he can rest his forehead against her chest. Kaia reaches up and slides her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp the way she knows he likes.
“Are you okay?”
Jason lets out an unsteady breath. “No.”
Admitting it right away is something new. “Wanna talk about it?” Kaia almost immediately second-guesses herself, following that up with a quick, “It’s okay if you’re not ready, I-”
“She lied to me.”
Kaia expected him to say a lot of things, but that definitely isn’t one of them.
“About what?”
He swallows, running his hands up and down her sides, and the slide of the cotton against her skin is the only sound in the room for a long time.
“She lied to me about my parents. About why they were…about why they were killed.”
Kaia’s hands still in Jason’s hair as she absorbs what he just told her. He’s built his whole life around his parents’ death, around preventing something like that from happening ever again. He refused to let himself have relationships because of it. Hell, even once he opened up to her, his past had been one of the reasons he nearly lost her.
To learn that all of that was based on a lie…
“Why were they targeted?” Kaia asks.
Jason lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Turns out they weren’t the kind of people I thought they were.”
The way his voice breaks when he says it, the heartsickness in it, makes Kaia pull Jason a little closer. She remembers the look on his face when he told her about his mother and father, the sheer admiration in his eyes. The pain that they were both taken from him much too soon. She’s so glad she’s here with him. She’s happy he’s letting her in.
Kaia rubs Jason’s shoulders, then presses a kiss against the top of his head. He raises his head from where it was cradled against her chest, and she wants to do whatever she can to make sure she never sees this look on his face again.
“All these years I thought they were murdered because we were rich, because there were people out there who wanted what we had and were willing to do whatever they had to in order to take it.”
His voice wavers, and Kaia’s heart breaks. His eyes are watery, and even though she doesn’t know exactly what he’s getting ready to tell her, she thinks he’s doing a remarkable job of holding himself together.
“Why…” Kaia can’t bring herself to ask him outright why they were murdered, so she settles for an easier question. “What kind of people were they?”
Jason takes a deep breath, then answers, “Thieves.”
He must read the shock written on her face, because he doesn’t wait for her to respond to that, he just continues. “They built an empire on software that they stole from someone else.”
Kaia doesn’t need Jason to tell her that the ‘someone else’ he’s speaking about is one or both of the men who were in his house that night.
“The guy who killed them, it was his software. My dad hired him as a contractor, then stole the code. He made it better, my mom marketed it, and the two of them made unspeakable amounts of money off of it. This,” he says, motioning to the scars on his chest, “was part of the payment. My parents’ lives were part of the payment.”
Kaia leans forward, and wraps him up tight. Even though he’s so much larger than she is, he feels so small in this moment, in her arms.
And she hears what he doesn’t say. That him living his life in fear that everyone he loved was going to be taken from him was also part of the payment.
Kaia doesn’t know what to say to him. She doesn’t know what he needs or wants to hear. She feels completely helpless, and all she knows how to do is hold him, to kiss him, and to be here for him in whatever way he needs her to be.
“Did the mens’ families not have any claim on the estate, or…” Perhaps it’s not the right time to ask such a question, but Kaia can’t help herself.
“From what Elise says, they were both estranged from their families,” Jason explains. “So there was no claim on the estate. I’m not sure I believe her.”
