Chapter 81 Nikki
The ride is silent on the way back home. Embarrassment fills though me, so much so that I can’t look over at Bronson. I know he is angry with me, I don’t blame him, but there is a spark inside of me that is angry myself.
How dare he tell my boss I am no longer working for him.
Rand drives the SUV with speed I’ve never seen from him, and I know it’s due to the fact that you could cut the tension back here with a knife.
Bronson had sent Jim and Landen ahead of us and since it was nearly Christmas, he told them to just take the rest of the day off when they were finished.
I take a deep breath, then turn towards Bronson, noticing his brooding mask is placed back on and is currently starring daggers at the outside world through the window of the SUV. I want to crawl into his lap and apologize. I know we need to talk but I’ve never been in a relationship before, I’m not exactly sure what to do. I decide to get it over with and speak.
“Bronson, listen I know you’re angry, but we need to talk.”
He turns towards me and I nearly gasp at his eyes. He’s not only angry but ashamed, an emotion I never wanted to see on his face in regard to me.
“Is it true?”
“Yes.” It hurts to be this blunt, but Bronson Fortworth isn’t the kind of man that doesn’t enjoy beating around the bush. He needs to understand. “I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it, but I did exactly what he accused me of.”
“And yet you still went to work for him?” I admit, I hated the snickering comments George would say to me, but I know he was just acting out from the anger he stowed in from my deceit. George McCall was a good man, I could tell that much the first day I met him, but I can’t just quit because Bronson has other options for me. That is what I need him to understand.
“Bronson, it isn’t as simple as that.”
“Yes, Nikki, it is. You will not continue working for that man.” His voice is growing stronger, but I will not back down. I am not Cassandra.
“That’s not up to you Bronson. I am a grown woman –"
“Yes, one that takes advantage of children.” It feels as if a dagger has pierced through my heart. My chest constricts, my head pounds with anger and guilt. I hate this, hate the shame I feel and hate even more that I’m worried that I may have just ended things with Bronson.
I sit back, looking back out the window and the rest of the ride is in an uncomfortable silence. Rand drops us off and the moment I am back into the penthouse, I make my way up to my room. I haven’t slept in here since the night Bronson and I made love, but it felt right being away from him in this moment.
My phone chimes by the time I make it to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face. Walking back over to the nightstand against the large bed, I check my phone and see Brody has messaged me. I haven’t spoken to him since the day I told him that I would give whatever info I could to Mick. I promised him things I can no longer accept, but in order to keep my brother safe, I need to explain everything to him, I need to get him onto my side.
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