Richard

He nodded slowly. “Me too. We didn’t even go to her funeral.”

Preston was quiet for a long while, and I didn’t dare disturb him. That revelation weighed heavily on the two of us. I couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him to lose his mother at that age, and for his father to act like she’d never even mattered.

Miles passed, and finally I mustered the courage to ask him, “Do you know why your dad handled it like that? It couldn’t have been just to get back at her…”

“No, it wasn’t just that,” he said. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles had turned white. “I was valuable to him. Not because I was his child, but because I was his heir. I was eleven at the time, and by that point, he’d already invested quite a bit of time and effort into me. He wasn’t just going to let me go.”

“But surely joint custody…”

“He had to prove a point,” Preston said flatly, wringing the leather in his hands. “In his eyes, my mother had committed the ultimate sin. She’d shattered the perfect image of the Harvey family. What he did with that other woman was discreet. A divorce was public.”

So, this was the man my mother was marrying. Part of me immediately felt like she deserved him. They both treated their children like shit, and maybe it was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine for a change.

But I couldn’t hold onto that feeling for long. My mother was already a deeply miserable woman. The last thing she needed to experience was even more pain and suffering.

“Should I warn my mother off him?” I asked. “Is that why you’re telling me all this?”

“That’s one reason,” he said, his eyes distant. “Another is that I’m certain that he’s doing it again. He’s cheating on your mother, Maddy.” Finally, a bit of anger shone through. “Goddamn him. I’m so sorry.”

I closed my eyes. So, it was even worse than I thought. There wasn’t just a looming threat of infidelity now—it was already here. My mother was just another trophy to Mr. Harvey, a woman he could bring to company functions and let hang on his arm in front of all the other businessmen and their wives. He could hardly do that with his mistress, could he? The wealthy head of a company certainly couldn’t be seen in public with some young slut.

The way men like Mr. Harvey treated women made me sick to my stomach, and my nausea only grew worse as Preston dropped the final bombshell.

“There’s one other thing,” he said. We stopped at an intersection and he looked into my eyes. “Maddy… he knows.”

I wished I’d had doubts. I wished that I’d been able to express some confusion as to what Preston could possibly mean. But I couldn’t. I knew exactly what he was talking about. His father knew about our tryst, and everything in my body grew suddenly cold.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “How?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. As he moved past the stop sign, he added, “But somehow he does. And I don’t feel safe staying at my office anymore. Do you?”

Slowly, I shook my head. I was beginning to feel numb all over, the side-effect of shock, I was sure. Would Preston’s dad tell my mother? Had he done so already? No, he couldn’t have. If he did, she would have been sure to bring it up when we were in the parlor.

I could almost see the smugness in her beady eyes as she feigned horror. Your own stepbrother, Madison. How low will you stoop?

“Is that what he told you in his office?” I asked him, my voice quavering as much as my hands were. “Is that why we left in such a hurry?”

“Yes,” Preston said. “And because he wants me to start taking a more… active role in Harvey Enterprises. Apparently, the way I handled the Verger account impressed him, or something...” He snorted in disgust. “He wants me to shut down my office and fire you.”

Great. So not only was my new stepfather going to hold this secret over my head for the rest of my life, but as punishment, I’d end up destitute again. My head was reeling and I fumbled for the control on the side of my seat, leaning it all the way back as I tried my hardest not to faint.

“Fuck,” I muttered, closing my eyes as everything began to spin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

The car stopped. Preston reached over. He took my hands.

“Maddy, look at me.”

I gave the slightest shake of my head. I needed a moment to breathe. I could feel my chest tightening, and there was a steadily growing ache in my jaw. I realized I was grinding my teeth.

“Maddy,” he said again. This time, his voice was far more commanding. “Look at me.”

Trembling, I did as I was told. All the tension in my body faded away as I stared into my stepbrother’s glittering blue eyes.

“I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you,” he whispered, stroking my knuckles with his thumb. “I made a choice tonight. I never realized how worthless my father’s approval was until I had it, or what it meant until tonight. The man has no soul, Maddy. He ruins the lives of everyone he surrounds himself with. I thought being like him would make me untouchable, but all it’s done is make me just as empty and miserable as he is.”

I remained silent, staring up at him as he grasped my hands tighter. His palms were so warm. I could feel his pulse radiating through them as he said, “I never would have realized any of that without you. The idea of losing you terrifies me. For the first time in my life, I’m… feeling something, not just playing a part. Whatever we have between us, however wrong it is—it’s real.”

He lifted one of his hands from mine and brought it to my face, lightly sweeping his fingers against my cheek. I leaned into his touch, savoring the comfort it brought. How had I gone from despising my soon-to-be stepbrother to feeling safe with him in just a few short weeks? How had I opened my heart to him despite knowing that it could never, ever work?

“Come upstairs with me,” he said gently. “Stay at my place tonight. I don’t want to be alone.”

I blinked up at him slowly. “But I thought you didn’t trust being in your office anymore?”

“I don’t,” Preston answered. He reached over and fiddled with my seat controls, adjusting them until I was sitting up. “I want you to stay with me in my home.”

I looked up past the gate at the villa beyond. It was absolutely breathtaking. More than that, it looked like a fortress—someplace we could both rest and hide away from the rest of the world until we were ready to face it again.

“Yes,” I told him, unable to tear my eyes away from his beautiful home. “I’ll stay.”

“Good,” he said, finally pulling up to the wrought iron gate. As it opened, he added, “We have a lot to figure out.”

****

Preston’s housekeeper had retired to her one-bedroom suite on the grounds for the evening, so it was just the two of us in his grand estate. Though he had done his best to calm me in the car, my knees were still shaki

ng and I could feel panic squeezing my chest. He suggested I use his master bathroom to relax, and I couldn’t say no to that.

I leaned back in his whirlpool tub, sighing softly as I piled my hair on the side. The water was nearly scalding hot, perfect for releasing all the aches and pains that had built in my strained muscles. I could feel myself slipping away already, the frustration and confusion receding as I lay my head on the built-in neck support, letting myself float weightless in the bath. A moment later I heard Preston enter and I opened my eyes to see him extending a glass of champagne.

“Here,” he said. “You look like you need it.”