Second Hearts (The Wishes Series) (39 page)

It took Adam all of two seconds to realise I was ignoring him. “You’re upset with me.”

“Genius,” I muttered.

“Look, I couldn’t just drop everything and come running because your lunch date with my mother wasn’t going well.”

His superior tone was the first mistake he made. Mentioning his mother was the second. I cleared the foggy shower screen to see him.

“I needed you there.”

“Always drama.” He rolled his eyes, making his third mistake.

Adam’s arms were outstretched, holding a towel for me before I even finished turning the water off. I snatched it from him, wrapping it tightly around my body. His decision to follow me down to the bedroom made silent brooding impossible. “Go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Tell me why you’re so upset.”

Throwing open the closet doors, I searched for something to wear. I didn’t care what it was – providing it wasn’t wool. I settled on jeans and a T-shirt. I made him wait until I was fully dressed, which he did patiently, bugging me even more.

“Your mother is an evil, nasty woman.” I said it hatefully, meaning every word.

Adam sat down on the edge of the bed and groaned out a long breath. “What has she done now?”

It took me a long time to explain it to him. I embellished nothing. The story was so ludicrous that I didn’t need to. Like Ryan, Adam sat silently throughout my rant. “She’s so desperate to get me out of your life that she tried to have me deported.”

“You’re mistaken, Charlotte,” he said dully.

“No, Adam. Whitney wasn’t there by coincidence. They didn’t order hundreds of dollars worth of food for no reason. They set me up. Fiona knows I don’t use that stupid card you gave me. I made it easy for her.”

“No.”

We’d somehow stepped in to very dangerous territory. He didn’t believe me. “How else would you explain it?”

Adam stood up, taking an angry step toward me. “I can’t explain it. You’re mistaken.”

I threw my arms up in frustration, slapping them down loudly on my sides. “Then you’ve just killed us. If you don’t believe me, we have nothing! I’ll take whatever is dished out to me providing you’re on my side. I won’t do it by myself. I have no reason to.”

“You’re talking about my mother!” he yelled, walking out of the room.

I couldn’t help following him down to the kitchen. I was nowhere near done with him. “I
am
talking about your mother,” I spat, rounding the doorway. “I’m
finally
talking about your mother.”

Adam threw open a kitchen drawer, took out the unused credit card and marched over to me, tucking it into my back pocket.

“There was no need for this drama. In future, carry the damned card with you.”

The noise that escaped me was nothing short of a guttural growl. “How can you be so oblivious? You see only what you want to.”

“Stop this,” he begged.

Something clicked in my head. I was done protecting the evil queen. I’d always glossed over the extent of her malice toward me but couldn’t see any point in maintaining the charade anymore. She was killing us.

“It was your mother who gave me the black eye on Christmas day,” I confessed bleakly. “Something about me infuriates her so much that she thumped me.”

Adam staggered back a step, staring at me in wide eyed horror. “Why haven’t you told me this before?”

“Because she’s your mother,” I muttered sourly. “And because Ryan asked me not to tell you.”

Adam recovered quickly. “Get your coat, Charlotte,” he ordered.

“Where are we going?”

I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to hear the answer.

“We’re going to put an end to this, right now.”

32. Pound Puppy

Adam Décarie was the gentlest person I knew, but there was no mistaking his rage as we rode the elevator up to his parents’ penthouse. I stared at him through the mirrored wall, trying to figure out what was going to happen when we got there.

“Adam, don’t do anything you’ll regret later,” I urged, trying to keep my voice steady.

“I thought you’d be happy with this outcome,” he muttered, staring blankly at me through the mirror.

What outcome? I wasn’t even sure what was happening. I was, however, wishing I’d kept my big mouth shut.

Adam didn’t knock to announce his arrival as he’d done the last time we were there. He barrelled through the unlocked front door as if he was the king rather than one of the princes. I had to run to keep up.

Mrs Brown missed Adam’s entrance but walked into the foyer in time for mine. “Miss Charli,” she said, wide-eyed and worried. “What is the matter?”

I didn’t quite know how to answer her, but gave it my best shot. “Adam is here to see his mother. Is she here?”

My question was redundant. I could already hear raised voices from the lounge room. Mrs Brown abandoned me in an instant, running into the room to find the source of the commotion.

The second I passed through the opaque glass doors, I knew there would be no going back. My eyes scanned the room, searching for Adam. He was standing near the windows with his back to his mother. Perhaps he couldn’t bear to see her so distraught. Even I was having trouble with it. Fiona sat on the edge of the couch, weeping into her hands. Mrs Brown rushed to her side, doing her best to comfort her by patting her knee.

“I will never forgive you for this, Mom,” admonished Adam.

“You’re making such a dreadful mistake,” she wailed. “This girl will never be to our standard.” She pointed across the room to me, reminding me that I was the enemy.

Adam shot her a look of sheer poison. “I don’t like our standards.”

Fiona let out a weird raspy sob. Mrs Brown put her arm around her, glared at Adam and spouted a few sentences in French. Adam replied in the same rough tone, using the same secret language. The whole situation was absurd, especially now that I’d lost track of the conversation. I just wanted the end to come quickly.

Fiona composed herself by taking in a deep breath, shrugged free of Mrs Brown and stood to face up to her son. I was almost grateful for the change in her demeanour. She was actually easier to handle when she was furious.

“If you choose to throw your entire life away on this girl, be my guest.”

“What is it about her that you despise so much?” asked Adam. “It can’t honestly be Charli’s background. You’ve obviously forgotten that you started out as the product of a single mother, living in a council flat.” He mimicked her English accent perfectly.

I heard a sharp gasp – then realised it had come from me. I had no idea that her class one pedigree had come via Jean-Luc. She’d been behaving like a lowly pound puppy because deep down, she
was
one – just like me.

“Look at what you’ve done,” she yelled at me.

I frowned, unsure of what she was accusing me of.

“Don’t even talk to her,” warned Adam roughly.

“She will never fit in here,” Fiona scoffed, stepping even closer to him. “The girl doesn’t belong here.”

I totally agreed with her – but it didn’t seem like the right time to mention it. If someone had burst into the room at that very moment and offered me a ride to the airport, I would’ve jumped at the chance.

“If you knew anything, you’d realise how lucky you are to even know her,” Adam ranted. “How sad it is that you’ve never given yourself that chance.”

The queen looked far from regretful. She looked as if she was close to lynching the both of us. “
Jamais
,” she hissed, unrepentant.

“Then you lose me too,” he said sadly, already walking away from her. He reached for my hand as he passed and began leading me toward the door.

“If you walk out of this house, you will never be welcome here again, Adam!”

“I wasn’t planning on coming back.” He didn’t even slow down.

As good as it felt to be on the winning side for once, I knew Adam was on the verge of permanently damaging something very important. I couldn’t let him do it.

“Wait,” I muttered, pulling my hand free of his as we got to the door. I turned back to face Fiona. “You’re going about this all wrong,” I told her. “It’s like you’re trying to do away with me by drinking the poison yourself. You’re the only one who’s getting hurt.”

“Is that what you think?” she asked, circling the couch like a prowling lioness. “Stupid, obnoxious girl.”

She sat back down and I felt safe enough to take a few steps back into the room. Adam stayed put near the doorway. “I think you know you’re about to lose your son. And you love him as much as I do. And you loved him first. You shouldn’t let him walk away.”

Fiona looked away ostentatiously, saying nothing, incensing Adam all over again. “We’re out of here, Charli,” he said already half way out of the room. “She’s not listening.”

“Please don’t let him do this,” I begged.

She glared at me as if I’d already stolen him away. “Go,” she snarled.

She left me with no choice. I turned and walked away, feeling much less victorious than I thought I would.

***

Stepping out on the street felt like surfacing after a long stint under water. Breathing became a whole lot easier, but the exhaustion that comes after nearly drowning remained. Adam didn’t seem to be faring much better.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

His grip on my hand tightened and he quickened his pace, forcing me to skip forward to keep up. “No. I’m not okay,” he said roughly.

I yanked on his hand, pulling him to a stop. “Your mum will calm down, Adam.” It was a stupid, unqualified statement to make. I had no idea how long the woman could hold a grudge.

“I couldn’t care less, and nor should you.” I was confused by his anger. “You should be thrilled things ended the way they did. Now you’ll never have to deal with her again.”

“You’ll regret cutting her off. The way you’re acting proves that you already do.”

He shook his head, glaring at me. “I don’t understand you at times. She behaved terribly and you just put up with it.”

“I tried to tell you. You told me I was overreacting.”

“Were you planning to just endure her wrath indefinitely, Charli?”

“No, Adam” I spat. “I was prepared to keep it up for two years.”

He locked his eyes to mine, deliberating. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“I love you, you idiot! Whether you deserve me or not!”

He looked absolutely stunned. “You were right,” he said finally. “The way you love me
is
unfair.”

He walked away then, never once turning back to see if I was following. Boy Wonder left me standing alone on Fifth Avenue, feeling as though the whole sorry saga was somehow my fault.

My next move bordered on lunacy. I tried my hand at retail therapy. I slipped into the first boutique I came across, whipped out the evil black credit card and used it to buy a ridiculously expensive dress that I didn’t even like.

It wasn’t therapeutic at all. It wasn’t better than sex and it wasn’t better than chocolate. I found it to be self indulgent and boring, which brought me great hope. In my mind, it meant that Charli Blake hadn’t been completely consumed by Charlotte Décarie and the stupid world she lived in.

***

Days passed without any mention of the queen. Adam went about life as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He studied as hard as he always did and loved me as much as he always had.

I didn’t mention that I’d received a phone call from Jean-Luc’s office demanding a meeting with me that morning. All things Décarie were seemingly taboo lately.

I was officially a fool. I sat in the reception area on level forty-three of the massive office building, shaking like a leaf. I was terrorising myself. No one forced me to jump every time the Décaries beckoned. For some reason I just did it.

Coming to my senses, I picked up my bag and made a quick dash toward the elevator, only to have the receptionist call out to me as I passed her desk.

“I can’t wait any longer,” I told her, unapologetically. I thumped the button on the elevator over and over as if that would somehow hurry it up. But it was futile. The doors opened and I stood face to face with the king.

I often wondered if Adam and Ryan saw their future when they looked at their dad. He was a strong mix of both of them, and just as handsome – probably even more so, if I was being honest. His hair was a little darker than Adam’s, lightly flecked with grey at the temples. He shared Ryan’s warm brown eyes and penchant for expensive suits. I didn’t know him well enough to decide whether he was arrogant like Ryan or low-key like Adam.

“Dear Charli. How are you?” he asked, alternating glances between the compendium of papers in his hand and me.

I was about to reply but he walked straight past me, heading toward his office. Evidently, he was self-important like Ryan. “You’re not going to stop walking long enough to hear my answer?” The brash question tumbled out of my mouth. I was too miffed to even bother trying to censor it.

Jean-Luc stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face me. “Of course. Forgive me,” he said quietly. “Charli, how are you?”