“Jack, that’s not true! I was planning on telling you—”
“You were planning on telling me. How nice of you.” He glared at me, his eyes dark. His voice was full of venom. “You used me. All you ever wanted was money. I thought you were different, but you are just like everybody else.”
My temper finally snapped. I stepped up to him, feeling like lightning should be flashing from my eyes. “How dare you! I never expected this! I never asked for this! You aren’t listening to me at all!”
“I don’t need to listen to someone like you.” He leered at me, his lips in a cruel curve. “Did you pay the guy on the beach so you could be a hero? Was that your plan to catch my attention?”
“You are being paranoid and self-absorbed. I didn’t plan anything. This never had anything to do with money. Will you please listen to me?” I pleaded. I didn’t like where this conversation was headed.
“Why should I listen to you? You only wanted me for my money. You don't deserve me. ”
His words hit me like a slap across the face. Self doubt flooded through me. I wasn’t good enough. Someone like Jack would never be with someone like me. This was all a lie. I stumbled back, reeling as though I had been physically hit. He sneered and stepped towards me, his face sharp in the moonlight. This was not the man who had snuck into my bedroom only a few hours ago.
I stumbled back into my dresser, trying to escape his hurtful words. My elbow banged the corner, sending a jolt of pain shrieking through my arm.
“Get out of my room,” I yelled, the pain making me bold.
“It’s my house,” he scoffed.
“Get out of my room,” I enunciated every syllable clearly, anger vibrating through me. He snickered in the dark. Fury pumped through my veins. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me.“You want me to take your money and run? Then I will do exactly what you want me to do. I was going to give up my dreams for you. You're right. I don't deserve you. I deserve better.”
Jack went silent. I was both grateful and disappointed I couldn’t see his face in the dark. I knew my words were hitting home and I didn’t care if they were cruel. I reached out and ripped the envelopes from his hand. “I was going to give this back, but since you obviously don’t want me, then I will go back to where I belong.”
“Emma,” he started, the tone of his voice shifting. I was past furious now. The room took on a scarlet haze, every nerve shaking as I cut him off.
“You wanted to push me away. You saw one thing that you didn't like, and instead of trusting me, you accuse me. You wanted to hurt me. Go back to your perfect life in a perfect office, where you don’t feel anything or trust anyone. Where you don’t have to be vulnerable or even human. Congratulations. You'll get it all back. I'll leave you and your precious money. I know better than to stay where I’m not wanted.”
I knew I touched a nerve. I could feel him vibrating as he swore and stormed to the door. The room shook as he slammed the heavy door shut, his footsteps stomping loudly down the hall. The air felt thick and hard to breathe. Everything was suddenly too warm and I felt sticky. I thought I might be sick as my legs crumpled beneath me and I fell to the floor.
The hurt in my heart fueled a fire of anger, the pain masquerading as rage. I knew my words had hit their target. I had hurt him. My arrows had slipped past his carefully constructed armor and gone straight to his heart. It felt like a betrayal, but I was angry enough that I didn’t care.
Chapter 21
The small plane landed with a thud, shaking me loose from my thoughts. I replayed our fight over and over again in my head, trying to figure out what had happened. I couldn’t understand why he thought I was trying to use him. I had wanted to choose him! Thinking about it made my whole body ache. The plane stopped smoothly at the terminal, and the businessman sitting next to me stood up and left without a word. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t exactly in a making friends mood.
The plane slowly emptied and I stood up. The short blonde hair on my wig felt strange against my chin, but Rachel had promised me it looked natural. I kept wanting to tug at it, but I didn’t want anyone to recognize me. The stewardess smiled politely as I exited the plane, her eyes looking past me at the empty plane. I could tell she was already cleaning it in her mind so she could return to New York. I didn’t even try to smile back.
The small airport was empty and I said a silent, Thank you. I didn’t want to face the paparazzi reporters today, I didn’t have the energy. Rachel had found a small charter flight with a seat available. I had snuck through the airport and boarded quietly, hoping no one would notice me. No one did. I spent the flight staring out the window and trying not to annoy the passenger next to me with my sighs.
I had stayed two more nights in New York, hoping that Jack and I would make up. He chose to sleep at his office and wouldn’t answer my calls. It had been a long two days by myself. Rachel found me the second day sitting at the kitchen table in tears, surrounded by the dying roses he had sent me. They had all wilted and the similarity to our relationship had been too much.
“I’m going to call him up right now, and tell him exa
ctly what I think,” Rachel had said when I finally stopped sniffling enough to tell her what happened. She seemed shocked. “The happiest I have seen him in years is with you, and then he goes and does this... ?”
Her anger at Jack eased the pain a little. It was like cool water on a sunburn—too little to stop the pain, but enough relief to make it better for a moment. She had picked up her cell phone and dialed him right then, full of righteous indignation.
“Jack, I’m with Emma, and—” she started out with strength, but suddenly paled as his voice carried through the phone. It was angry and full of the confidence of a businessman. She stepped away, speaking into the phone with far less forcefulness than she started with. In a matter of moments, she was replying with a meek ‘“Yes, Sir. No, I understand, Sir. I will see to it, Sir.”
She sat down, setting the phone with a quiet tap on the wooden table. She stared at it like it might turn and bite her at any moment.
“Thank you for trying,” I said quietly. I knew then that it was time for me to leave.
“I’m sorry Emma. I don’t like this at all.”
“We're from different worlds. I’m not Cinderella, and you aren’t a fairy godmother. Some things aren’t meant to be.” The words came out with a sad surety. I should have seen this coming. A billionaire and the broke girl from Small Town, Nowhere? That was never going to happen. It had been foolish to think it would. “Will you help me arrange things so I can go home? I’m tired and I want to go back to the way things are supposed to be.”
Rachel frowned and then looked up. She looked for a moment like she was going to try and persuade me otherwise, but she glanced at her phone again and sighed. She nodded and stood up slowly. “I’ll take care of everything. You go and pack.”