“Thank you but I must get my things out of the other room and pick a new place to stay for the night.”
“I can’t help but point out that you’re standing in the lobby of a hotel as we speak,” I joke lightly since I don’t want to push.
Her snort reminds me that everyone doesn’t live like my family.
“Yeah and I’d rather not spend a mortgage payment for one night.”
“Okay. Well my brother and I will be there in thirty minutes. You still have time to use my car and gather your things, we can meet for dinner for the exchange.”
“I’m hungry but more tired. I’m not in the mood to be out in the city.”
My brain is screaming for me to concede and shut up but the part of me that wants to see her again gives it another try like I’m a sales person for the hotel.
“You’re in a great spot then. They have two restaurants, two lounges, a poolside cafe, and room service if all of that is too much. If you hand the phone to the person at the front desk, I can have you settled in seconds.”
Her laugh is dismissive but I try not to take it personally. I am being overly helpful but It’s not like I proposed; I’m just hoping for time to be in her presence when she’s not distraught. I have done a few questionable things in my past, but trying to romance a recently heartbroken woman isn’t one of them. I would at least like to exchange information to keep in touch.
I’m patient enough to try at a later time.
“Sir, you’ve done more than enough for me. Trust me. I appreciate all of your help. Thank you again. Have a good night.”
I nod to myself since I know she’s already hanging up. Tim is studying me as I slide my phone back into my pocket.
“Strike out?”
“Pretty much,” I admit with a nod. “I understand though. I doubt her faith in men is high right now.”
“Plus, eating dinner with two strange men at a hotel sounds sketchy.”
“True. I know we’re a safe bet but she doesn’t. I just wanted to see her again.”
Timothy pats my shoulder. “I can tell. I haven’t seen you show this much interest in a while. She must have really made an impression.”
I think about how I was looking at my phone, considering filming content for my brand when I saw her storm into the mansion. I was mesmerized by her beauty, the power my attraction to her felt like it was pressing against my chest.
Her golden dress was a stunning contrast to her dark brown skin. Her makeup gave her an almost ethereal glow. Her exposed moisturized skin glimmered with her movements. She looked like she smelled divine.
Her annoyance somehow emphasized the sexy sway of her hips and the exposed skin for the dress cut out gave me glimpses of her toned belly that I was suddenly itching to touch. The cloud of her black hair falling in soft waves flowed in the wind she created as she marched towards her ex.
What kind of colossal dumbass ignores someone so breathtakingly beautiful? I know I would have answered her calls…Fuck that, he would have never left my side. It will not be immediate but I’m hoping like hell that Adán’s fumble will be a touchdown for me.
I just need to find out who she is and get in touch with her.
Chapter 2
Cole
Frustration with everything is the only way I can describe how I’m feeling. Timothy warned me that branching out on my own isn’t easy but I was up for the challenge. I needed to find my own peace of mind and not have my entire identity be wrapped up in being a Heywood. My departure isn’t as devastating as Timothy’s for two reasons. One, he was the first to do it so our dad isn’t as frazzled by it any longer. Two, we all have an understanding that we are all there for the Heywood Empire.
My problem is deciding to launch two ventures at once. I could blame my ADHD but maybe just maybe it’s my ambition. Both projects are special to me yet I couldn’t decide which was more important to start. Luckily, both of my businesses are something that I can use to promote the other.
Just like anyone who has battled anxiety, the thoughts and overthinking start to distract me and the need to move outweighs everything. I’m up on my feet and moving around the desk in my penthouse. As I’m still getting stuff going, I don’t feel the need to get a traditional office yet since I’m one person with multiple rooms. It does, however, require my assistant to spend an obscene amount of time at my house.
“Cole,” Kacy starts as she holds her stylus in her dainty hand to the corner of her mouth as she prepares to unload all of her thoughts on me.
“Kacy,” I warn, as I walk around her just as she uses that same stylus to push her glasses back up her nose.
It used to be the cutest thing to me five years ago when I considered her a romantic interest. We collided fast and fizzled out just as quickly, yet when I decided to launch this venture, I couldn’t think of anyone else to have by my side.
