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She scoffed through the phone, and I could almost picture her rolling her eyes. “Yes, you are. I don’t know why you’re lying to yourself.”
“It isn’t like that, Allegra. This is completely different.”
“No, it’s not,” she snapped. “The doctor told you years ago that this could happen when you get close to another woman. The only way you’re going to fix this is to tell her the truth. Tell her you love her, and that you want her to be with you.”
Reflecting on the fleeting memory, I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. “She is pregnant, Allegra. I was going to tell her everything over Christmas break, but now her life is more complicated than ever. I can’t push myself on her, no matter how much I care about her.”
“A baby isn’t a complication, Neal,” she said condescendingly.
She was right. A baby wasn’t a complication, but the father of that child was. “He isn’t going to let the two of them go.”
“It isn’t f*cking about him, Neal. Stop worrying about what James is going to say or do. She is going to be with you or she isn’t. You’re simply making excuses.”
Maybe I was making excuses, but only because I was afraid of being hurt again. I was afraid once she found out who I was, she would run away from me. She would see how ugly I really was and I would lose her forever.
Often, I wondered if keeping her at arm’s length would be better.
“I’ll think about it,” I replied, trying to change the subject.
“No, you need to do something about it.”
That was my sister. So damn pushy, and so touchy when someone doesn’t listen to her. Yet, through the years, she has been the only thing keeping me grounded. Everyone else either left, or couldn’t understand who I was.
“Okay. I heard you. I’m gonna go. Get some sleep.”
Hanging up the phone, I laid it down on the counter, and stared off into nothing, trying to determine how I was going to make this work. How I was going to be able to get past the circumstances I was in to make a life I could be happy with?
It didn’t matter how much money I had or how lavish my lifestyle was. I wasn’t happy, and I finally realized the day I met Becca and saw how carefree and happy she was in Club Velvet with Allegra and I.
That, of course, was until James came in and stole her away from me.
“F*ck it,” I snapped as I rushed towards my bedroom and straight towards my closet. I had a meeting the next day, but it was going to have to wait. There were things I needed to do, and priorities I couldn’t put aside.
For once in my life, I would not push aside my feelings and be afraid of everything going on around me. For once, I had to take a leap of faith and do something that was going to make me happy, and that was being with Becca.
Becca hadn’t just become a woman I had fallen in love with. She was slowly becoming my best friend, and a life without her wasn’t one that I wanted. I knew very well how complicated her situation was, but if she let me, I would be there for her.
I would be the person she needed to lean on.
As soon as my bag was packed, I rushed through the living room grabbing my phone, keys, and wallet. The front door slammed behind me as I made my way towards the elevator and down to the garage.
I wanted to be there when she woke up.
I wanted to be the first person she saw every morning when she opened her eyes.
And I was going to make sure of that.
I was going to make her happy, even if it killed me.
Putting the car into reverse, I pulled from my space and made my way towards the main city roads of New York City. The drive would take a few hours, but that would give me enough time to think of what exactly I was going to say to her.
I was going in without a plan, which was something I had never done before, but for Becca it was f*cking worth it.
Becca will never know what it feels like to be alone.
Even if I had to get rid of James forever, I would do it.
I’d f*cking kill him to keep her, and that was a damn promise.
Becca
The sound of loud knocking woke me from my sleep in the middle of the night. I wasn’t exactly sure at first where the hell the noise was coming from, but as soon as my mind focused, I realized someone was pounding on my front door. Glancing towards my clock, I groaned seeing it was close to 5:00 in the morning.
“What the f*ck?”
Sliding from my bed, I wrapped my robe around me and made my way downstairs where the persistent knocking continued. The person on the other side was relentless in their endeavor to piss me off for waking me up at this hour.
Looking through the peephole, my heart stopped for just a moment. There on the other side of my door was Neal. His hair was disheveled as if he hadn’t been sleeping. Not to mention he was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, a duffle bag in hand. “What the hell…” I muttered to myself as I opened the front door.
His gorgeous eyes locked with mine, and as they did, he stepped into the apartment, pressing his lips against mine as he shut the door behind him. The movement took my breath away, but I wasn’t complaining. Instead, I melted into him.
“God, I missed you,” he whispered softly, leaning his forehead against mine.
“Neal… what are you doing here?” Looking up into his eyes, I tried to understand why he was here. The last thing I knew, he had a meeting this morning and was supposed to be flying out of town.
“I came to see you. Are you not happy to have me here?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” I laughed. “I’m very happy to see you. But I thought you had a meeting this morning, and you were supposed to go out of town.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“… But you decided not to go?” I asked when he didn’t elaborate further.
“You’re more important to me, Becca.”
I was confused about what was running through his mind. Neal had always been so guarded in a way, but right now, it was as if all his walls were down, and I was seeing him for the first time.
Vulnerable. Broken.
Running my hand across the soft touch of his skin, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. It didn’t take a genius to figure something was bothering him, but deciding not to press the issue anymore, I kissed him gently. “Let’s go back to bed.”
Nodding his head, he picked me up into his arms, causing a sound of surprise to escape me as he carried me up the stairs towards my bedroom. “Neal, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” He grinned as he continued on his parade.
“You don’t have to carry me. I can walk.” I laughed.
“I know.”
Raising a brow, a smirk fell over my lips. “You know, but you don’t care?”
“Essentially,” he replied as he pushed open my bedroom door, and carried me towards the bed, laying me down gently. “I will take care of you.”
I wasn’t sure what his admission was about, but before I could ask, he stripped off his shirt, causing a pink tinge to cross my cheeks before he slid off his sweatpants, standing in my room in nothing but tight boxer briefs. His sculpted legs, and well defined—package—on full display.