The Sheikh's Green Card Bride (13 page)

Later that day, Nicole sat in her office, thinking. She hadn’t heard anything from Bahir about a job for her brother, and she hadn’t heard anything from her brother either. Then again, she’d texted Ryan once when she’d got back from Dubai and hadn’t heard back. It was entirely possible that he was too busy to reply, but it didn’t help her stress levels.

Then, of course, there was that pesky marriage to Bahir.

As much as she’d tried not to think about it, she was tied to Bahir no matter how distant he chose to be from her. Could she really walk away after something like that? After all, he obviously had.

Seeking distraction, she stood and walked over to Bahir’s office, determined to stay busy with some files he had left for her to sort there. When she walked through the door, her heart stopped.

To Nicole’s utter shock, Bahir was sitting in his chair, looking right at her. Her disloyal body immediately reacted to him—her stomach filled with butterflies, her head swam, and her heart began racing. She fought to hide all of this as she gazed at him, and the silence stretched on.

“You’re back,” she said finally. It was all she could think of in a pinch.

Bahir rose and walked slowly up to her, facing her as he stopped a small distance away.

“I am,” he said.

His voice washed over her, and she hated herself for wanting to throw her arms around him. She took a deep breath as, instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close.

“I’m sorry, Nicole. I’m so sorry.”

Nicole stood rigid for a moment, trying not to allow herself to feel, but she couldn’t help it. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, breathing him in. God, she’d missed him.

“Why?” she asked, with tears in her eyes as he finally pulled away, keeping his arms around her middle.

“I was scared,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt like that about anyone before, and I didn’t know what to do, so I shut down. When I found out that our marriage had sped up the visa process, I hopped on the first plane I could. Nicole, I’ve had a lot of time to think about how my behavior was wrong. I should have stayed with you on that beach. I shouldn’t have run, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Nicole allowed herself to cry in front of him then, her tears a mix of relief and joy. She’d been holding so much in, trying to be strong. All she’d wanted was him.

“So you’re saying we can be together…like, for real?”

Bahir grinned. “I’d like that very much. Husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, whatever. Just stay with me Nicole. Please, just tell me you forgive me,” he said, taking her in his arms again and breathing in the scent of her hair. It was just as perfect as he remembered.

“I forgive you,” she whispered, clinging to him as though her life depended on it.

After a few moments they finally pulled apart, and they sat on a sofa together, holding hands.

“I missed you,” Nicole admitted, and Bahir tucked her head under his chin, cradling her to his chest.

“I missed you, too,” he said, stoking the back of her head.

“Have you been busy?” she asked, wanting to ask what she’d been thinking about since marrying him.

Bahir shrugged. “No more than usual, I suppose.”

“Have you had time to work out a job for Ryan yet?”

She gazed up at him, then, seeking answers in his eyes, but all she found was confusion.

“Ryan?” he asked.

She stared at him coldly, her shoulders tensing. It was clear, in that moment, that he didn’t even remember the deal he had made on his end to help her. He’d simply taken what he wanted, in true Bahir fashion, and that was that.

Nicole rose and backed towards the door. “This wasn’t a one-way deal, Bahir. You promised that you would help me, and then you come back ready to start a relationship all the while forgetting that you have to hold up your end.”

Nicole started to see red. She was infuriated. How could she have been so blind, to think Bahir could be someone she could love? He was too selfish for anyone.

Bahir rose, his expression still confused. “Nicole, I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“And that’s the point, isn’t it?” she laughed, bitterly. “You know what. Consider this relationship terminated. And while we’re at it, please accept my immediate resignation from this job. Goodbye Bahir.”

With that she stormed out of the room, leaving a shocked and confused billionaire in his corner office. She didn’t bother to take the elevator, instead plunging down flights and flights of stairs until she reached the lobby and stormed out of the building, pulling out her phone.

She dialed the number she was looking for and hit the Call button. After a few rings, Will Simon answered.

“Will? It’s Nicole Calvert. I’m calling to let you know that I would like to accept your offer.”

“That’s fantastic news! When can you start?” he asked.

Nicole stared ahead as she strode towards her apartment. “Is tomorrow too soon?”

“Tomorrow is perfect. Just let us know if there’s anything we can do to help,” Will said, and she could tell he was trying to hide his confusion. It wasn’t at all usual—or professional, for that matter—to start a job with only a day’s notice to one’s previous employer. But at that moment, Nicole couldn’t care less.

She was done with Bahir Al-Jabbar, and everything he stood for. It was time to go be a lawyer again.

FIFTEEN

Several weeks had gone by since Nicole had stormed out of Bahir’s office. Weeks of sleepless nights, tasteless food, and a general misery Nicole didn’t want to address. The truth was, she was heartbroken over a man who was selfish and vain, who thought of no one but himself, and there was nothing she could do about it. So, rather than allow herself to think, she dove headfirst into her new job as junior partner at Simon and Jenkins Associates.

It was the one thing keeping her sane. She loved practicing law; she loved the logic, the reason. The ability to justify one’s case using facts and figures. It was so much simpler than human emotions or interactions, and she was beyond grateful for the distraction.

She was sitting at her desk poring over some files when there was a knock at the door.

Glancing up, she saw Will Simon. He was an older man, though he had retained a certain handsomeness. Though there were gentle crow’s feet around his eyes and silver streaks in his hair, Will had the essence of George Clooney—though for some reason that had no effect on Nicole whatsoever.

He grinned, flashing a dimple, and she tried not to think of another dimple that looked like that—a much younger one.

“Nicole, you are a fantastic addition to the team, and I appreciate the way you’ve thrown yourself into your work, but you do know it’s eight o’clock at night, right?”

Nicole smiled at him, her expression guilty. “I just really want to make sure I’m crossing my T’s and dotting my I’s in this case, Will. I’m not going to be the reason we lose—I know I’m just starting out, but I’ve never lost a case.”

Will raised an eyebrow at her, entering the room and taking a seat on one of the cushioned sofa chairs in front of Nicole’s desk. When they had shown her the office she would be using, Nicole had had to stifle a gasp. It was a huge corner office with a sleek wooden desk and several sofa chairs and bookcases. It was the most professional space she had ever seen, and at the age of twenty-seven, it almost seemed too soon for her to have risen to such a level.

Yet somehow she had, and she needed to prove that she deserved it.

“Someday you’re going to lose a case, Nicole. The justice system is imperfect, and you’re one of those rare lawyers with a moral compass. I imagine one day you will be stripped of that, too.”

“Too?” she asked, her turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Like the rest of us,” he clarified, crossing one leg over another. “Now enough talk about philosophy. Why don’t you let me take you out for a drink?”

Nicole hesitated. She’d already seen firsthand what happened when getting into close contact with an employer. Her heart would never forgive her for it. Still, Will was an older gentleman. Maybe he was just being friendly?

Her phone buzzed on her desk. Glancing down, Nicole saw Bahir’s name flash up on the screen for the millionth time. Didn’t the guy know how to take a hint?

“I would love that,” Nicole said, silencing the call.

She rose and shrugged into a bright red pea coat, and Will gestured for her to exit first. He followed close behind, and Nicole tried not to wince as he stood a little too close as they rode the elevator down into the lobby. There was an old tavern next door to the building, and Will led the way inside. They had been there as a team a couple of times, but never alone. Nicole was trying not to overthink it.

They found a table and sat down, ordering a round of beers before Will turned and stared at Nicole.

“So when are you going to tell me what happened?”

“I’m sorry?” she asked, confused. Their beers arrived quickly and Will took a sip of his before expanding on his query.

“Oh come now. You accept my job offer and tell me you can start the very next day? Everyone knows that’s not a thing. So, what happened? I know you worked directly with Bahir Al-Jabbar. Was he awful to you?”

Nicole pondered that for a moment. Was he awful? Yes, but not in the way Will meant.

“He was a very reasonable employer. It simply wasn’t a position I wanted to be in.”

Will stared at her, then, his eyes piercing through her. She didn’t want him to see what was hidden behind her carefully guarded expression—a woman broken by a man who could never love.

“You know, as much as I hate to admit it, there are gossip mills at our level of employment, Nicole. I’ve heard that a love affair might have blown up, causing you to hit the eject button.”

“I’m surprised at you, Will. Someone of your stature should be above malicious gossip. Simply because I am a woman working for a man doesn’t mean there is something romantic going on.”

“And yet,” Will said, leaning in. “You have all the signs of a woman nursing a broken heart. You barely eat. Those circles under your eyes indicate that you haven’t been sleeping, and you throw yourself into work as though to think of anything else might kill you. I know the signs, Nicole. You have a broken heart.”

“And who’s to say that Bahir is the reason for it?” Nicole snapped.

She didn’t like being evaluated this way. Will had clearly been watching her in a way that wasn’t professional, and Nicole instantly questioned her decision to work for him.

Seeing her distress, Will sat back, and grinned. “You think I’m after you, don’t you?”

Nicole stared at him, her silence providing an answer.

Quite without warning, Will burst into a fit of laughter that went on for several minutes.

“Nicole, you’re not exactly my type,” he said finally, catching his breath.

She frowned, and he put up his hands.

“No, no, not like that. You see, I have a boyfriend I love very much, too.”

Nicole’s trepidation melted at that confession. She had misread him. She was exhausted and on the defense. She should have known better than to think every boss she’d ever had would desire her like Bahir did.

She took a sip of her beer. “Why would you need to keep that a secret? This is Seattle, not Alabama,” she grinned.

Will smiled met her grin with a good-natured smile of his own. “I know, but I’ve lost a lot in my life when I came out. I’ve lost jobs and friends. I know times have changed, but when I was younger it just wasn’t acceptable. So I tend to be careful before telling people about Jonathan, and he does his best to understand why.”

Nicole stared into the amber froth in her frosty mug, thoughtful. When she looked back up at Will, his expression was expectant.

“So why are you telling me?” she asked.

“There’s the question, isn’t it? Let’s just say I’ve had my heart broken before, too. I know when someone needs a friend, and I would like to be that friend, if you’ll let me.”

Nicole thought about it. She could tell him everything. How she had landed in that stupid PA job. How Bahir had wooed her with his good looks and witty commentary. How he’d somehow convinced her to marry him, sleep with him, and then walk away. How he’d ignored her one wish, that he employ her brother, and how he’d completely forgotten about it after he’d gotten what he’d wanted.

“Maybe someday,” she sighed, not wanting to say any of it out loud.

Will took a gulp of his beverage, finishing it. He threw a couple of bills on the table and stood. “Well, if you’re ever ready, and you need someone to confide in, I hope you’ll consider me. You’re on my team now, Nicole, and on my team we look out for one another. I hope you know that now.”

“I do. Thanks, Will,” she said, and he nodded and bid her goodnight before heading out the door.

Nicole sat in the bar for another half hour or so, sipping slowly at her beer until it was gone. When the waiter arrived to ask if she wanted another, she shook her head and rose, feeling lightheaded from just the one due to how little she’d been eating.

She stood on the corner of the block with her hand up and hailed a cab, sitting in silence as she was driven back to her apartment. When she opened the door, the familiar scent of home filled her senses, and she allowed herself to feel comforted. She made quick business of changing into her pajamas and brushing her teeth before collapsing into bed. She had made a friend in her new boss, that night, and his words had been like a balm to her aching soul. She hadn’t realized how good it felt to be told she wasn’t alone, and that if she needed help, she had somewhere to go.

It was with that thought that she fell into a deep, blissfully dreamless sleep, and didn’t wake up again until seven the next morning.