The Billionaire's Secret

Carter

Greg is going to be my brother-in-law very very soon. And the fact that Cammy loves him is the only thing that is keeping me from killing him right now.

"You have all of this unused real estate on the southwest side of the island," he is saying. He wavers slightly and grips both the railing and his cocktail glass a little harder. Cammy is staring at him in mute horror, but she's too sweet to tell him to shut the fuck up and I want to see just how far he is going to take this. "This is a serious business proposal, Carter. I could have you an offer in writing by close of business today. Seriously, you're sitting on a gold mine right here. With the natural harbor, we could market it to the yacht crowd, a cluster of exclusive villas with your property right here as the main hotel on the premises. I'd have to clear the final numbers with headquarters, but conservatively, I'd say you'd be able to increase your investment here tenfold...at minimum."

He finally shuts up, clearly pleased with himself as he stares into the waves. I decide to count to ten, for my sister's sake, before I flatten him.

"Greg," Cammy's voice is simultaneously softness and steel.

Greg's drunken focus settles on my sister. She is standing on my deck in a simple white dress, barefoot and barefaced. To my eyes, she looks like the same little sister I've always had, but it's clear when Greg looks at her that she is way more than that. As she raises her eyebrows, his face shows an array of emotions, starting with confusion and then ending up with slow, dawning horror, then finally sober regret.

"Ah, shit. I'm a complete asshole, aren't I?"

I don't answer him, but I do unclench my fists a little.

Greg smears the palm of his hand down his face. "Carter, shit. I'm am really sorry. I was on that business trip for so damn long I forgot how to be a human being. I only know how to speak in deals now." He peeks out from between his fingers. "Thanks for not decking me."

"He wouldn't do that," Cammy pipes up, fixing me with that same steely gaze. "Would you, Carter?"

"Of course not," I say as I shake my hands out. "No hard feelings." I extend my hand, and Greg takes it eagerly. I swear I see him checking over my shoulder to make sure Cammy sees us making up.

"Thank you," Greg says, pumping my hand up in the enthusiastic manner of a real estate mogul. "I really thought you were going to punch me out there for a moment."

I feel Cammy's hand on my shoulder as she peeks at her husband to be. "I wouldn't have let him, Greg." She pats me reassuringly. "Or at least I wouldn't have let him hit you too badly."

Now that the tension has passed, I feel silly. "Okay, okay, I'm not a fucking psychopath or anything. I'm not just going to snap and kill someone just for suggesting that I, I...I don't know. Get over my pathological fear of people, or something."

"You're not afraid of people, Carter." This is a familiar refrain, one that my sister has been singing since the day after we buried our parents. "You are having a legitimate anger response to the way Mom and Dad died."

I bristle. "You don't need to be my therapist, Cam. I have a call in to Dr. Kaplan already. I'm being a good boy."

Greg cocks his head to the side. "Hey, so I'm more than a little buzzed here and my mouth has already gotten me in trouble once, but can I just say something here?"

"Go ahead," I growl.

"Granted I don't know all the details here and whatever, but from what Cammy has told me, this whole freakout you had?" I feel my fists clench and I know he sees it, but he soldiers on, in too deep to not see his babbling all the way through. "It actually seems to me that rather than this be some sort of setback or reason to call your therapist and all that stuff, that you actually just made huge progress. "

"Greg," Cammy says warningly.

He throws up his hands. "No, just hear me out here. You never met this Sanniyah person before." He gestured at Cammy. "You trusted Cam with her decision to hire her, and you allowed her to visit Annika without running a billion background checks or whatever you usually do when you hire people to work here."

"I run a billion background checks," I confirm under my breath.

Greg nods. "You trusted she'd be okay. And...unless I'm wrong here...you, er, found her company to be quite...enjoyable."

"Greg!" Cammy is blushing but I have to laugh.

"I did...." I concede.

"You liked her?"

"Yeah," I grunt. Flashbacks of her naked body writhing on my sheets send a little shockwave right down to my groin.

"And until she left all in a huff, you had almost settled on maybe, just maybe, pursuing something with her?"

Cammy turns to me, her mouth agape. "You were really ready?" she sounds triumphant.

I sink back down onto the deck chair and bury my head in my hands. "I'm fucking tired of this life, Cam. I really, truly am done with this. The guys that did it...they're in jail...right? They're not getting out for a long time."

"And you're doing such a good job with Annika's Law, too. Dennis told me that he's bringing it to the floor next time Congress is in session." Cammy adds softly. "He's got bipartisan support now, did he tell you? There's almost no way you can lose right now. And once it's passed, you can take pride in knowing that you're keeping other people's lives safe and private."

I nod. This will be my legacy, more than my company, more than my wealth. Annika's Law will change the landscape. Stiffer sentences for harassment, the ability to sue tabloids for libel, the ability to copyright one's own image... all stuff that would have helped save my parents two years ago. It was what I could do to preserve their memory and try to make some sense out of a senseless tragedy.

"So really, man. You need to stop thinking of yourself as broken because you are clearly not." Greg claps me on the back and I feel the urge to deck him fighting with the desperate desire to believe him. "You took a chance on this Sanniyah chick, and you came out...okay."

"Okay, huh? I guess that's the best I can hope for," I chuckle ruefully.

"Not true," Cammy pipes up. "More than okay. You did it, Carter. You made a connection with someone."

"And then she left me," I point out.

Cammy cocks her head to the side, once more looking and sounding exactly like our mom. "So get her back, you dolt," she grins. "Tell you what, I'm supposed to see her tomorrow anyway. She's taking me dress shopping. I'll see if I can put in a good word for you, okay big brother?"

I feel the rush of air whoosh out of my lungs and with it the residue of my fear. Instead there is only excitement. The thrill of the new that made me an "innovator" in the first place. "Okay," I tell her. "Let's give it a shot."

She smiles broadly and Greg claps my back again. "Aren't you glad I ignored you when you said to fire her?" Cam snickers.

I roll my eyes at my sister. "You're a pain in my ass," I tell her as I catch her roughly into a hug. "Love you, Cam."

"Love you too, idiot," she tells my shirt.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sanniyah

At 3:24AM, the doctor came out and spoke to my mother. She sagged against the wall and nodded several times, then turned to me. "Yahya, go home honey. He's okay."

I headed home and tossed and turned for a few hours before getting up again. Hungover with both grief a

nd alcohol, I now regard the wreck of my reflection in my warped bathroom mirror.

I look sallow, with dull, swollen eyes. I quickly down two glasses of water, feeling them roil through my tenuous belly, then step into the shower and let the hot water rain about my shoulders.

Otis is okay, but it is the degree of "okay" that has me still in shock. When I saw him in his hospital room, he was sleeping, but the pronounced droop of the left side of his mouth made it clear that he was not the same. "He's lost the left side of his body," the nurse explained. "He's going to have to work hard to get it back."