God, how fucking lucky am I?
“Wait,” I plead as he holds his tie between both hands, ready to take away my sight. He tilts his head, waiting for me to speak. I hit him with a smile first, loosening the tightness that’s set in his face. “Tell me what’s going on? What was the phone call about earlier?”
He keeps the tie in one hand and brings the other up to my face. I lean into it, blinking heavily as he moves closer. “Do you remember when you asked me if I worked with Bryce? Because you didn’t want to have to see him if you came to visit me?” I nod, thinking back to that day on Reese’s couch. “The thought of some guy making you uncomfortable drove me insane. Even then, I was so possessive over you I would’ve killed him if he so much as looked at you again. I shot him down every time he wanted to hire me after that. I didn’t want to be near him. But then I found something.” He takes his hand off my face and rakes it through his hair. “I was looking through the file I had on him and something caught my attention. Bryce is a smart guy. He’s successful with his investments, but some of his figures weren’t adding up. He told us the last time Ian and I worked with him that people donate to his company. Anonymously. Which can happen but he had a lot of donations and the figures weren’t small. I showed it to Ian and told him if Bryce asked to hire us again, I wanted that account.”
“You thought he was doing something illegal?” I ask.
“I knew he was doing something illegal. But I needed access to all of his monies to prove it. So I’ve just been biding my time, hoping he would pursue our company to work with him again. I didn’t know if it was going to happen. I turned him down a lot after I met you, but he finally came to us.” He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear. “I took a major risk in working with him. I knew he’d try to get to you once he got around me again. Bryce likes to push people’s buttons, and he’s good at it. Every fucking time I met with him, he brought you up, but I couldn’t react. I couldn’t lose that account when I didn’t have what I needed yet. Ian got this guy, some private investigator, to work with us. I was supplying him with what I thought could bring Bryce down, but he was taking forever with it. He kept needing more documents or telling me what I gave him couldn’t be deemed illegal. I was getting impatient. I couldn’t have something happen to you.” Both hands grab my shoulders. “It killed me to work with him, Dylan. You have to know that.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay.” His hands slide down so that he’s gripping my elbows. “I saw what he did to you in that elevator. After Joey told me he touched you, I called security and asked to see the surveillance footage. I saw how you reacted to him. And I fucking saw him touch you.” His eyes close tight momentarily. I reach up and touch his cheek, seeing them flash open. “I lost it. I searched that entire building for him. I didn’t know if he was still there but I knew if I found him, I’d kill him. Ian tried to calm me down but I didn’t want to hear it. He touched you. He touched what was mine. And it was my fault. I brought him back around. I put my need to get to him before you. And I hated myself for it.”
“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t bring him back around. Joey told me the other day that Bryce had stopped in the shop a few times before you took on that account with him. He was always there. You were trying to protect me. Don’t ever hate yourself for that.”
He sighs heavily and rubs his eyes. “I’m honestly glad I didn’t know he’s been in here. Thank you for not telling me about that.”