Chapter 30 Nikki
Walking a few more blocks I stop when my stomach growls loudly. I look up to spot a small hole in the wall place and stop in. The server greets me immediately then takes me to a table meant for two, an intimate two. I snuff out the mocking candle and order the most delicious lasagna I have ever seen. Moments after it’s placed at my table, I take my first bite marveling in how amazing it is. I’m just about to take my second when I spot someone across the room then narrow my eyes on them.
“Unbelievable.” I mutter then take my plate and glass of champagne and walk right over to Rand sitting at the same type of two-person table as I was. “Don’t you have more important things to do than follow me?” I ask as I sit opposite him marveling on how he didn’t even flinch, He must have wanted me to know I was being followed. Does that mean he heard my phone conversation with mick?
“Didn’t Mr. Fortworth tell you that you would have security around you?”
Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms and watch as he continues sipping his water and gets back to reading what looks like a worn crime fighting novel. Bronson told me I needed security and I went along, I wasn’t lying to him when I told him this was his plan, his playing field, but I knew at some point I needed to get a message out to Mick.
It’s not like lying will be the worst thing I do to him.
“It’s not hard Miss Myers. Wherever you go, one of us will go with you.”
“So, you like following women around against their will?” I smirk then take too large a bite of my lasagna.
“Only on my off days.” Bastard has the same kind of sarcasm as I do.
I take a few more bites of my food and when the bill comes, Rand surprises me by pulling out some cash and throwing it down on the table before standing and indicating with his chin for me to follow.
Anger rushes around my body but I hold in it. I understand Bronson’s need to have me watched, but safety isn’t exactly the reason Rand takes pride in having me followed. He doesn’t trust me, and whether it’s fair or not of him to feel that way about me given my past, it’s getting in the way of my mission.
I’ve never acted like a brat, never enjoyed deceiving people, but I won’t have a choice if Rand continues this.
We make it back to the hotel in record time, the sun is going down, and I realize now just how long I have been out today.
Bronson stands when we walk into the suite and all my anger and pent up aggression subsides as his worried and tired eyes study me.
“Where were you?”
“I was um….”
“Sightseeing sir. I found her in a small restaurant.” Rand finishes my thoughts as he walks past me and into the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee. Well, at least I know he didn’t hear my conversation with Mick.
“Nicole, I thought we talked about that this morning. We agreed that– “
“No Bronson, you agreed. I didn’t want some security goon trailing me.” He looks shocked as if I slapped him in the face, but I need this to look real, to look as though I am thoroughly hurt by his mistrust in me. “I get that you don’t trust me, I get that you know my past and don’t want me hurt, but I feel like a caged bird. I can’t even go out and get some food without someone trailing me. Can you understand what that feels like for me? I would rather be back on the streets where I was before you, then stuck inside waiting on you to come back to me.”
My chest is heaving hard as I finish my rant. I can spot Rand in the corner of the room but don’t look directly at him. He has the skills to see right through my bullsh*t and I can’t afford for him to see through this one.
Bronson walks over and stops just before me. I can smell his masculine cologne, can feel the air thickening as he speaks his next set of words.
“I’m sorry Nicole. I didn’t realize I was making you feel that way. You have my word that they will no longer trail you.” Just to make his point, he looks over at Rand and tips his chin down. Moments later, Rand does the same giving me a pair of evil eyes shortly after.
“Thank you.” I whisper then turn when I feel the same guilty feeling from earlier making it’s return. I head right for my room and clutch the snow globe in my hand wondering in this exact moment, what my mother would truly think of me.
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