Page 7 of Somebody to Save
The way she was begging and pleading for me to make hercome. Hell, the tears in her eyes at one point as I mercilessly pounded into her weren’t fake.
I dropped my notes on my desk and fell back into my leather chair, running my hands through my hair that was in desperate need of a cut. My frustration was at an all-time high, yet I couldn’t do anything about it.
I’d exhausted every option. Gone through the guest list top to bottom and asked every person I could think of, yet no one could tell me who the beautiful, curvy blonde was.
Bubbles.I was in so deep, and all I had was a fucking nickname.
Sitting up, I scooted closer to my desk and peered out the glass window in front of me. My office was at the front of the suite. Not because I wanted to spy but because I liked to be aware of what was happening at my own company, in my own firm. I was responsible for everyone inside. My name was on the door, the people who worked here deserved a boss who cared and who paid attention.
Our receptionist, Pearl, walked by and waved at me through the window. I waved back and plastered a quick smile on my face. When she passed, it dropped immediately.
I jiggled my mouse, and my computer screen lit up. Logging in, I pulled up the document I’d been meticulously reviewing ever since Nathan emailed it to me. It was the guest list for his club opening, which I’d had to bribe him to get. Although watching his dog, Cuddles, for free the next time he needed me wasn’t exactly a hardship. I would’ve done it without anything in return. Nathan was the one that felt it necessary to pay me. He was nice like that.
I knew many of them, and those I didn’t know, I’d consulted Nathan about. Neither of us could identify who my Bubbles—as he so lovingly referred to her—might be. There had been a few close calls, but none of them were her.
Nathan had kept his thoughts to himself, although I could have easily guessed what he’d say. We’d known each other sincecollege, so he’d known me through every relationship. And when I wanted something, I pursued it with everything I had.
I knew I was verging on crazy, but I couldn’t let it go. I wouldn’t let her go.
The woman had made such a big impact on me, I wouldn’t stop until I knew every single thing about her.
Starting with her name.
FOUR
HOW FAST CAN THIS THING GO?
Beckett
“Aunt Michelle,I promise, I’m right here. Look, I’m pulling up now,” I said quickly, pulling to a stop at the curb of her house where she was standing. With her purse slung over one shoulder and her coat tucked in the crook of her arm, I tried to ignore her scowl. My Aunt Michelle was a spitfire and had berated me for the past five minutes about how rude it was to leave “an old woman waiting.” Her words, not mine.
I stopped the car right in front of her and plastered on my best, apologetic,don’t-forget-you-love-me-a-lotsmile.
She swung the car door open before I could even think to get out and plopped down in the passenger seat. Her long gray hair was tied back in a clip, and her signature jasmine scent filled the interior.
By the time she slammed the door—yes, slammed—she was already wagging her finger at me.
“Don’t give me that look, Beckett Matthew. It won’t work this time.”
She’d always claimed that I had a look, apparently the one I was giving her right then, that would make anyone bend to mywill. Especially women. Although I hadn’t done so intentionally, I hoped it worked all the same.
I sighed. “I really am?—”
“Sorry,” she finished for me, clicking her seatbelt and leaning back in the seat. “Yes, I know you are. Now, we’re already late, so let’s see what this car can do.”
She tapped on the dash of my Porsche and folded her arms over her chest.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I put it back in drive. “Okay, but you can’t tell on me to my dad for driving recklessly while you’re in the car. I may be an adult, but he’d have my ass.”
Aunt Michelle scoffed and finally looked over at me. Her look was incredulous, matching gray brows furrowing between her eyes. “When have I ever tattled? Especially on you?”
My smile grew, as did hers. I was forgiven.
The drive to her new place was a short one. I was hesitant to help her move in until she told me about all her friends who lived there, and we took a tour of the property. She lit up when we walked through the doors, and she was downright giddy when we discussed the amenities and other perks.
I couldn’t remember the last time I saw my aunt giddy.
If she was happy, I was happy. And the location was perfect. Only ten minutes from my office and apartment as well as from her house that had already sold. The new owners were supposed to be moving in at the end of the month.
