Broken Trust
Kalia.
I stood by the large window, staring out at the sprawling city scape that glittered beneath me.
The city had always been a symbol of my ambition, the place where I fought my whole adult life for my father to finally accept me as a suitable heir for his empire.
But he had never really accepted me, I was no match for a boy. And a boy was all my father ever wanted.
But funny how life had a weird way of working out.
Now I was incharge of the company he never even wanted me to work for.
I heard footsteps from the hallway, heavy footsteps I could just tell it was a man of a certain weight coming my way. And I knew exactly who it was, I had been anticipating him for the past one hour.
I knew he had his men all over the city looking for me, but I knew he would eventually know where to come.
"Was it all a lie?" Jake's voice was low, edged with disbelief and simmering anger. He said closing shut the door behind him, as if signaling me that I had no escape.
I took a few deep breaths and turned to face him, my expression carefully composed, trying to hide how hard my heart was beating.
I might have pulled one over him, but this was still the murderous most dangerous man in the city, and I was alone with him in a room. I tried to stay as composed as I could be, but my hands were profusely sweating.
Our eyes met, he had on that cold stare, he could literally dig daggers through me by just looking at me.
"Jake, I didn't mean for it to happen like this." i began, but my voice flattered as I saw his eyes darken, a mixture of hurt anger and something else that twisted the knife in my gut.
I hated his guts, I hated how he carried himself, I hated how he treated women which is why I never had any problems agreeing to the deal in the first place. But he had been none of those things to me.
He had been kind, and he actually acted like he was in love with me, but how could he really be in love with me. We had known each other for two weeks, it was on him for agreeing to marry me.
I tried to justify myself, even though my actions were eating me alive.
"Didn't mean to happen?" he said laughing sarcastically as his voice rose with anger. He threw the papers in his hand a me as they scattered all over the floor. "Let me get this straight, you didn't mean to approach me and ask me for help or you didn't mean to take my company away from me Kalia?"
"Jake I...?"
"Ooh wait, did you mean any of those vows you said? You not only lied to me but you also played me, used my emotions, how I feel against me." i could feel the pain in his voice, but I could not cave, not right now.
"You knew exactly what you were getting into Jake, you knew what this marriage was."
"I did not know and you damn well know it. You were feeling me, or was it also just another act?"
I flinched at the accusation, but I forced myself to meet his gaze. I had made my choice and now I had to stand by it.
"I did what I had to do." i said my voice a little firmer now, "If you were in my shoes you would have done the same exact thing and you know it."
"The one time I open up to someone about my feelings, it turns out that you just wanted to steal my company, I cannot belive this. Kalia I can't give you half my company." Jake said sitting back down.
"I'm sorry Jake, but it's already mine. You signed it to me and if you can't work with me I am willing to buy it completely from you."
" I don't care what those papers say, I will do whatever it takes to take my company back. You did what you had to do and now I will do what I have to."
"We will see about that." i said getting up suggesting it was time for him to go.
He slowly got up and started walking towards the door, when he was about to walk I stopped him.
"Jake." I called out, a huge grin in my face. He stopped and turned around to look at me, his face expressionless but cold.
"Sew you at home." i said with a wink and I saw a vein pop out on his forehead.
I didn't know how he managed to move from the door to where I was sitted in a matter of seconds.
I was pinned up against a wall, struggling to breath his hand on my throat.
" Don't fucking test me Kalia." he said his voice dense with echo, "I don't want to ever see your face."
"Aaargh" i tried to speak, but I couldn't and still try to breath.
"Don't test my patience woman, I will hurt you." he finally said letting me go.
"I am still your wife, we are still married and incase you have forgotten we still have to remain married for the next two years. We need to keep up the public appearances and you know this because that's why you agreed to marry me on a whim in the first place."
I might have had my own agendas for wanting this union, but he had trusted me enough to open up to me about wanting a wife in order to look like a family man in order to get a big client.
He did not say anything, he just walked out never never looking back as I stood there taking in the last two days.
Kalia.I had been working for him for a couple of months now as his pr, and still I was not used to it. The fact that the very first thing I felt when Jake’s deep, masculine voice pulled me out of the deep sleep I had been in was a shiver of excitement, and not a pang of annoyance, was disturbing on a lot of levels, all of which I was too tired to analyze in that particular moment.“It’s one in the morning, Jake .” I said, as I blinked against the blinding light radiating from the screen of my smartphone. After four months in working for him, I should know better than to be surprised by a midnight phone call, but somehow every time it happened it caught me unprepared. “It’s nine a.m. in England.” He said, “And we have a crisis on our hands?” I immediately rolled over and brushed myhair out of my face, the cool sheets from the side of the bed that had been unoccupied chilling me slightly.“The sky isn’t falling, if that’s what you mean, but we have protesters lining the streets at
Kalia.And I had vowed i wouldn’t become like that. I wasn’t letting anyone have control over my life again.Although, obviously Jake had some modicum of control over my life since he was my boss and my child's father, but that was different. “If you expect me to buy new clothes you have to give me time to shop.” I said facing him with a straight face, after all this was his event he was inviting me to, it only made sense. “You can have the afternoon off.” I shook my head, my tight bun staying firmly in place. “Morning and afternoon. I need some sleep too.”“Morning to lunch hour,” he countered.“Deal.”“No black. No beige.” He added“It’s an art gala, most of the women will be in black.” I said defensively “I know, and that’s exactly why I want you to wear something else.”I frowned. “I’m not in the habit of allowing men to dictate what I wear. I can choose for myself.”He stood from his desk, and I was distracted, as I always was when he surprised me like that, by the superb sha
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even