Chapter 4
When we walked into Capo, we were promptly seated by a hostess named Bella, a tall, blonde-haired, blue eyed, lean and toned woman. She eyed me up and down as she handed us our menus. How did I know her name? Ian referred to her by it when he thanked her as she showed us to our table. I took my napkin and set it in my lap as I took notice of my surroundings. The restaurant wasn’t overly large. It was just the perfect size for a quaint and quiet meal. The cherry wood floors, exposed rafters, and sconces that were mounted to the walls gave the dining room a warm feel. I picked up the menu from the table and opened it. I gasped when I saw the prices. Ian chuckled as he looked over his menu.
“Believe me, Rory, this is not expensive. Please order whatever you want.”
I wasn’t used to elegant food like this. I grew up on tuna fish, chicken soup, fish sticks, and macaroni and cheese. The waitress came over to take our drink order.
“What kind of alcohol do you like?” Ian asked me.
I blankly stared at him, as I had no clue. I didn’t want to say gin and tonic because this restaurant was too fancy for that. I remembered what Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and The City always drank, and I ordered myself a cosmopolitan. Ian gave me a smile and winked.
“Bring a bottle of your finest cabernet and two glasses,” Ian said.
The waitress smiled and walked away. “Do you know what you want?” he asked as he glanced over his menu.
“The chicken?”
“Are you asking me?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Ian.”
I apologized to him because I felt like an idiot. I knew nothing about fine cuisine. I couldn’t even pronounce ninety percent of the menu.
“No need to apologize. The chicken here is excellent. In fact, I think that’s what I’ll order.” He smiled.
As I picked up my cosmopolitan and brought the glass to my lips, I took a sip with the hopes that it would give me the courage to ask Ian what I’ve been dying to know. I took in a deep breath as I set the glass down.
“Is there something you want to ask me?”
“Actually, there is.” I smiled. “What do you do for a living?” There, I finally asked him.
He stared at me as the waitress set down the bottle of cabernet and two wine glasses. Ian poured some in a glass, swirled it around, and then took a sip. He smiled as he looked at the waitress and told her it was perfect.
“I’m in real estate and development. I buy and develop property all over the world.”
“So there’s one thing I know about you.” I smiled as I took another sip of my cosmopolitan.
“What else would you like to know?”
I wanted to bring up his brief marriage to Adalynn, but I wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea. The waitress set our plates in front of us and I finished up the last of my cosmopolitan. If I was going to get through this dinner, I was going to need more alcohol.
“Would you like some wine?” Ian asked.
“Yes, actually, I would.”
He poured some into the glass and handed it to me. Our fingers briefly touched and the sensation that jolted through my body startled me. I took a sip from my glass as I looked at Ian.
“This is really good.”
He gave me a small smile and continued to eat his dinner. “I’m glad you like it.”
“What about your family?” I finally got up the nerve to ask.
“What about them?” he replied.
I got the impression he didn’t want to talk about his family, the way he answered me. I remembered what Adalynn said about him being a private person and not liking to talk about his personal life. I took another sip of wine. Okay, it was more than a sip and, before I knew it, the glass was empty. I could feel the alcohol working its way through my body.
“Tell me about your family.”
“Why do you want know?” he asked.
“Why not? You demanded to know about my family life and I told you. So don’t you think it’s only fair that I know about your family?”
His eyes peered into mine as if he was contemplating what he was going to say. He cleared his throat before he began to speak. “Fair? There’s nothing fair in life, Rory. You of all people should know that, with the kind of life you say you had.”
Suddenly, his words hit me and I was confused. “What do you mean the kind of life I say I had?” I asked as I glared at him and grabbed the bottle of wine, pouring some into my glass. “Are you insinuating that I lied to you?”
“Not really. But your story is quite imaginative and a bit unbelievable.”
I threw back the wine and set the glass on the table. My skin was on fire, not only by the amount of alcohol I drank, but because of Ian and his accusations. I was no longer afraid and I wouldn’t let him intimidate me. I threw my napkin on the table as I got up from my seat.
“Thank you, Mr. Braxton, for enlightening me on what kind of person you really are. I will take my imagination and my stories and get the f*ck out of your house and life,” I said as I stormed through the restaurant. People were staring and I didn’t care. I hoped they saw what an a*shole Ian Braxton really was.
As I exited the restaurant, I didn’t know which way to go, so I opted to go right. I took off my shoes and headed down the street. My head was spinning and my side was starting to throb. I began to pick up the pace so I could get as far away from Ian as possible.
“You better stop right now!” I heard a voice command.
I flipped him off as I continued my journey to God knows where. I started to slow down because the pain was becoming unbearable. Too much, too soon. I saw a bench on a cobblestone walk and I couldn’t keep moving, so I sat down. Moments later, Ian sat down next to me.
“First of all, you will never embarrass me in public like that again. Do you understand me?”
Really? Is this guy serious? Who the f*ck does he think he is talking to me like that?
I slowly turned my head so I was staring straight into his eyes – the eyes that made me weak every time he looked at me. Eyes that were serious, but with a little sadness behind them. Maybe it was more fear. I didn’t know, but Ian Braxton showed his true colors at that table and I wasn’t going to stand for it.
“No, I won’t embarrass you ever again. So, don’t worry, Mr. Braxton. Maybe the dozens of women you take out and bring home to f*ck let you talk to them that way, but I’m not one of those women, nor will I ever be.”
He turned his head and looked the other way. “Taking you to dinner was a mistake and I apologize. You’re welcome to stay at my house, as a guest, for as long as you need to. I’m not that heartless to kick a woman out who has no place to go.”
I started to stand up as a shooting pain knocked me back down on the bench. I held my side and took in a deep breath. Ian grabbed a hold of my arm.
“You’ve done too much. You’re going to hurt yourself even more.”
Ian pulled his phone from his pocket and told Joshua where we were. Moments later, the limo pulled up to the curb. I jerked my arm away from Ian.
“Don’t touch me. I can manage myself.”
“Wow, you’re a completely different person once you get some alcohol in you,” he said.
I slid into the limo and Ian shut the door. He walked around to the other side and climbed in next to me. I turned my head and looked at him.
“You’re wrong. This is me, with and without alcohol. Perhaps I did lie to you about my past.”
He didn’t say a word the rest of the way home. I walked into the house and went straight upstairs to my room.
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I sat on the edge of the beautifully marbled tub and ran the water for a bath. Sitting in the corner was a bottle of all-natural bubble bath in a lavender scent. I poured some under the running water, and the smell instantly started to calm me. I was furious at Ian for what he said and I felt betrayed. I stood up and stripped out of my clothes, looking into the mirror at my knife wound. I slowly stepped down into the gigantic bathtub and sank until I was immersed in bubbles. As I closed my eyes, images of Stephen invaded my mind. I’d taken care of him my whole life. I was startled by the sound of Ian clearing his throat. When my eyes flew open, I saw that Ian was standing next to the tub, looking down at me.
“What the f*ck?!” I yelled as I covered my breasts with my arms. Not that he could see anything, anyway. I was still covered up to my neck in bubbles.
“Do you realize how many times you’ve dropped the F bomb this evening?” he smirked.
“Do you realize that I’m taking a bath and I’m naked? What the hell, Ian? Get out!” I exclaimed as I splashed water at him.
He took a few steps backwards to avoid getting wet, but it didn’t matter; he got wet anyway.
“I just wanted to let you know that I brought up a laptop and set it on the desk in case you needed a computer.”
“You couldn’t just tell me that through the door?”
“I knocked and you didn’t answer me. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t want to be held responsible if something happened to you.”
“I’m fine. Now leave,” I said as I pointed my finger at the door.
As he turned around and walked to the door, I called his name.
“Ian.”
He turned and looked at me.
“You’re right. There’s nothing fair in life. Life’s nothing but a game of who will survive and who won’t. I’m a pawn in a game of struggle and disappointments. A game that no matter how many times I go around and around, I’ll never reach the end.”
He didn’t say a word. He just turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
Once I was finished with my bath, I climbed out and put on one of the satin nightgowns Ian had bought me. As I was brushing my hair, I saw the laptop through the mirror of the vanity. I took it from the desk and sat down on the bed. I pulled up local job listings and saw an ad for a coffeehouse that was hiring. They wanted experienced only. I had more than enough experience, considering I worked at a coffeehouse back in Indiana for four years. Needing paper and a pen, I got up and opened the drawer to the desk. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw some sitting there. I didn’t want to have to go downstairs and risk Ian asking what I was doing. I quickly wrote down the address of the coffeehouse and tucked it away in my new purse. As I climbed into bed, I reached over and turned off the light. My head was starting to throb and I needed to get some sleep.
“Stephen, is that you?”
“Help me, Rory. You promised you’d help me.”
“Stephen, where are you? I can’t find you. It’s too dark.”
“Rory. You promised me. You said you’d make me better and you lied. You lied, Rory,” Stephen screamed as he stabbed me.
I screamed as loudly as I could and I heard Ian’s voice in the distance. “Rory, wake up. You’re having a nightmare,” he said as he shook me.
My eyes flew open and I could barely breathe. I looked at Ian and then around the room, as I was curled up on the floor in the corner. My face was soaked with tears and my body was soaked in sweat. Ian was holding my arms and I was shaking. Suddenly, there was a woman standing in the doorway.
“Ian, are you coming back to bed, baby?” she whined.
I looked at her and then at him. I closed my eyes and slowly shook my head. “Go,” I whispered.
“Get out of here. In fact, gather your stuff and leave,” Ian said to the girl.
“But—”
“No. Don’t say another word. Leave my house now!” he said.
The girl turned away in a huff and, in an instant, she was gone. Ian brought his hand to my face and wiped away the tears underneath my eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“It was just a nightmare. I’ll be fine,” I said as Ian helped me up.
“What was your nightmare about?” he asked as he followed me to the bed.
“It was nothing. Please, just leave me alone.”
“Don’t tell me it was nothing. You were screaming at someone to stop.”
“It was only my imagination,” I said harshly.
Ian stood up and shook his head. “You know what? I’m done being nice to you or even trying to be your friend,” he said as he walked out and slammed the door shut.
I lay down and pulled the covers close to me as I grasped the edge and held on for dear life.