Page 14 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

"I need some air," I mutter, my voice barely audible as I reach for the doorknob.

"Dad, wait," Summer calls after me, her voice filled with concern.

But my anger and frustration have reached their peak, and I can't bear to confront it any longer. Without looking back, I storm out of the house, leaving behind the remnants of our heated exchange.

Outside, the cool evening air brushes against my face, a temporary respite from the emotional turmoil inside. I pace back and forth on the front porch, trying to find solace in the darkness. Thoughts race through my mind, a whirlwind of regret and unresolved emotions.

As the anger begins to subside, a deep sense of guilt washes over me. I know I must find a way to bridge the gap between us, to mend the wounds that have been reopened tonight. But for now, I need time to collect myself to find the strength to confront my own demons before seeking reconciliation.

In the solitude of the night, with only the distant sound of passing cars and the rustle of leaves to accompany my thoughts, I grapple with the weight of my actions. It is in these moments of solitude that I realize the true depth of my love for my daughter and the unwavering determination to rebuild the fractured bond between us.

But first, I need to confront my own pain and anger to find a way to forgive and let go. Only then can I return to my daughter's side, ready to navigate the tumultuous path of healing together.

I get into my car and drive off with nowhere in particular in mind. Several minutes later, I find myself in front of a club building and head in even though places like this aren’t really my scene.

I snort softly at the thought of myself, a fifty-year-old man, in the club. But I still head in anyway.

The vibrant lights of the club pulse in sync with the erratic beats of the music, creating a surreal ambiance that seems worlds away from the turmoil I left behind. I had come here in search of solace, hoping the lively atmosphere would drown out the echoes of my argument with Summer.

Little did I know that fate had other plans in store for me tonight.

As I navigate through the pulsating crowd, the thumping bass reverberates through my body, momentarily distracting me from my troubled thoughts. The energy is palpable, a mix of anticipation and exhilaration that hangs in the air.

I scan the room, seeking a corner where I can lose myself in the cacophony and try to make sense of the turmoil within. In my search for a seat that isn’t already occupied, my gaze falls on the lone chair in the far dark corner, and I see her.

It's Blair, the woman who has managed to stir feelings within me that I've tried so hard to suppress. Her elegance and confidence radiate from her as she sways to the music even in her seat, her eyes sparkling with a sense of freedom.

My initial instinct is to turn away, to distance myself from the magnetic pull that exists between us. But fate has a way of intertwining our lives, and before I can retreat, I notice a group of men closing in on her. Their intentions are clear, and my protective instincts kick in without a second thought.

My legs start moving, and I make my way through the crowd, my steps purposeful and resolute. As I reach Blair, I catch her eye, silently communicating my presence and determination to shield her from any harm. The men pause, their bravado faltering in the face of my unwavering gaze.

"Is there a problem here, gentlemen?" I speak with a firmness that brooks no argument.

Blair's eyes widen in surprise, and a mix of relief and gratitude wash over her face. The men, sensing the shift in power, hesitate before mumbling half-hearted apologies and retreating from our presence.

As the tension dissipates, I turn my attention to Blair; concern etched on my face. "Are you okay?" I ask, my voice filled with worry and suppressed emotions.

She nods and replies to me in the affirmative, but I still look her over, satisfied when I find no sign of distress. And when she says she just wants to go home in that small, shaky voice, my protective instincts kick in again, and I don’t think twice before offering to drive her home.

It doesn’t matter that I’ve made up my mind to stay away from Blair Osbourne since when it comes to her, all the rational thoughts fly out of my brain. It’s quite clear that she needs me now, and the sight of her shivering and scared tugs at my heart.

Refusing to abandon her or watch her leave with an unknown Uber driver, I led her toward my car and settled beside her in the driver’s seat.

Unable to help myself, I inhale softly, letting her scent wash over me before starting the car and driving off in the direction of her apartment.

Chapter nine

The Rendezvous-Blair

The car ride is charged with silence, the events of the night still echoing in my mind. My heart races, and my hands tremble slightly as I clutch the edge of the seat. Alexander navigates the streets with a focused determination, his jaw set in a firm line. I steal glances at him, grateful for his presence yet apprehensive about the vulnerability this evening has unveiled.

The memory of those men at the club lingers, their invasive presence seared into my consciousness. Their advances and disregard for my boundaries had left me shaken and fearful. But Alex, with his unwavering resolve, had swooped in like a guardian angel, rescuing me from their clutches. Gratitude and relief wash over me as I realize just how fortunate I am for him to have shown up at that moment.

As the city lights blur by, I find my voice, breaking the uneasy silence. "Thank you again, Alexander," I say, my voice soft and filled with emotion. "You didn't have to do that, but I'm so grateful that you did."

He glances at me, his gaze tender and filled with concern. "Of course, Blair. I couldn't just stand by and watch them treat you like that. You deserve to feel safe and respected."

His words resonate within me, stirring emotions that I've long suppressed. In the confines of his car, I feel a sense of security that I haven't experienced in a long time. The protective instinct he displayed tonight, coupled with the connection we've developed, starts to unravel the walls I've built around my heart.

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