After working through the night to catch up on three months' worth of reports, Levi was too tired to return to his place, so he passed out in his office.
He slipped into a long dreamless sleep for twelve hours straight. It would have been longer if Mark hadn't pitched up.His partner let himself in and nudged him awake, his voice unnecessarily cheerful for the time of day, "Van Holt, wake up! Time to suit up!""God, no!" Levi groaned, pulling his Chassis hoodie over his head to block out Mark's voice."God, yes! We have a thing in two hours!" Mark held up a black and gold invitation card in one hand and a suit bag and shoebox in the other. He placed everything on the coffee table and drew the remote-controlled blinds, instantly flooding the room with sunlight."What thing?" Levi asked, narrowing his eyes to block out the glaring light as he sat up."The charity gala. Your father couldn't get a hold of you.""Oh, shoot!" Levi reached for his phone on the coffee table. He remembered hearing it whine about the battery dying before he passed out. "What did he want?""Turns out he can't get away from the stuff with the freight truck accident. He's tied up with the lawyers and family members of the deceased. So you have to step in and do some ass-kissing," Mark explained, throwing him a patient smile."Do I have to be there? There's a build tonight, and I'd rather stay here for the patch deployment." Levi stared at the nearly empty whiskey bottle in wonder, certain he'd discovered the cure for his insomnia. It was the best sleep he'd had in a long time; he felt rejuvenated."I'm sure I don't need to explain this to you," Mark crossed his arms and gritted his teeth. "But since Colleen's not around and as the second in line to the throne, you must step in."Barely paying attention, Levi took a long gulp, pretty pleased he'd found another use for the bitter liquid as he swooshed it around in his mouth. Who said he needed mouthwash when he had whiskey?"Dude, did you hear anything I said?" Mark glared at him before turning to the bar. He rooted around and pulled out two bottles of still water. He threw one at Levi. "I'm your date tonight, bitch! So go freshen up. You have to make me look good."There was no point in arguing. Levi had learned this early in their friendship. Sometimes it was easier to go along with him. The path of least resistance and all.He grabbed the clothes and shoes, dragged himself to his ensuite bathroom, and spent a long time in the shower, thinking about Colleen and Seth.He should have negotiated for a shorter timeline. A week was too long to wait for his Dreams profile.A lot could change in a week.He desperately missed his twin, more so today. Colleen knew how much he hated these galas, and she always stepped in and sheltered him from the pressure of being an heir to a fortune as large as Van Holt Industries."Leeny, where are you?" he screamed silently in his hands, hoping she could hear him somehow. He needed the telepathy thing to start working soon. He could not function for much longer.No one would ever understand the strength it took him daily to go through the usual, meaningless motions. Months had gone by, but his life stopped the day his twin vanished. Time seemed to move at an excruciatingly slow pace, and the hours were a never-ending nightmare of floating between hope and hopelessness, fits of anger and extreme bouts of guilt.Levi didn't realise he was crying until he tasted the salty tears on his lips."Tears are a weakness," he muttered as he furiously lathered shampoo in his hair. Leviticus had taught him this well from a very young age. Sometimes with words and other times with fists.Maybe something was indeed broken inside him, which would explain why he couldn't reach his twin. Someone had to know how to fix him, Levi thought as he rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower.The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room when he returned to his office, clean-shaven and all dressed up."Here you go. Black and bitter like our souls and just the way you like it," Mark smirked as he passed him a cup of pitch-black coffee and sat on the sofa. "You need to sober up, fast!"Levi looked at the mug and made a face. He would have preferred something stronger, but it would have gone against his partner's goal.He sat at his desk and took a sip, appreciating the smell more than the taste. Mark still hadn't mastered the art of making good coffee at the ripe age of twenty-eight."Let's go over your father's plan. We can't fly in blind," Mark said, picking up a doughnut from a box Levi only noticed now. "Want some? I asked the receptionist to bring them up while you were washing up. The devs will need all the sugar they can get tonight."Levi shook his head. He'd stick to the terrible coffee. His wobbly stomach couldn't handle all that sugar."So, Senior's target is Mr Rice. He owns a string of B&Bs all over the Blue Mountains and some coastal areas, and your father wants to jump into bed with him. You have to babysit and make sure he's happy. Whatever he wants, whatever his wife wants—" Mark launched into the evening's strategy."By 'jumping into bed', you mean he wants to buy the Rices out, right?" Levi clarified, doing his best to seem interested as he stared at his friend. Something about him was different, out of place. But no matter how long he looked at him, he couldn't figure it out, and he knew it would bother him until he did."Well, you know your father better than anyone—" Mark said, pausing when he noticed Levi wasn't paying much attention. He snapped his fingers to get him to focus. "Are you even listening to me, Van Holt?""Excuse me, waking up alert is not my superpower. But yeah, I get it. Gala. Mr Rice! Babysit him. Promise him the world. The usual bullshit."He hated it all. That's why he'd decided to strike out on his own. But once or twice a year, his father strong-armed him into attending such events."Well, we can babysit his young wife, too, if that helps," Mark said with a chuckle.Levi ignored his comment and sipped his coffee as he flicked his wrist to check the time. Getting to the hotel would take them just under fifteen minutes. They were still good for time."So I met the kid," he began. He didn't even know why he referred to Seth as a kid. He was at least twenty-four, maybe older."He's good, right? I told you he'd help. What did he find?"Mark was as shocked as Levi had felt when he discovered Colleen's link to Dreams.He pushed his coffee and doughnut aside and reached for the whiskey.Levi glared at him; it was his last bottle. He'd have to take something else to help him sleep tonight."So there's a chance she's an escort?" Mark asked after some time as he took another swig from the bottle."Everything points to that," Levi said, resting his weight on the edge of his desk."Levi, listen to yourself. This is Colleen. Her jewellery studio alone is worth at least three million. What reason would she have to sign up as an escort? She doesn't need the money!" Mark said, shaking his head, refusing to entertain the notion that Colleen had a secret life."I don't know. But why would she visit the site so many times? Over a thousand in the months before she disappeared. Maybe it wasn't about the money? Maybe she was bored and wanted some excitement but got in too deep." Levi picked up his Iron Man figurine and examined it for scratches. It was a collector's item he'd paid a bundle for. He loved it almost as much as his car, if not more.Pleased it still looked as good as when he first unboxed it five years ago, he placed it back and glanced at the files. There were at least four that needed his urgent attention. But the procrastinator in him was a little glad for the gala tonight. He now had the perfect excuse to put off making difficult decisions for at least another day."—Are you hearing yourself right now? That's insane. It's always about money. No one goes into this life unless they don't have any other options." Mark reasoned. He pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed his face; the whiskey had warmed him up nice and good."But Colleen had lots of options. I was an option. You were! And if all else failed, Leviticus would have bailed her out. Lord knows he's spared no expense to find her. Look at the useless army of investigators he's put together!""Maybe she couldn't talk about it, and that's why she didn't come to us?""I would have helped her, no matter what. It doesn't matter what she was involved in; I would have gotten her out!" Levi whispered, hot tears glistening in his eyes.He always came back to this.It didn't matter where he was or what he was doing—in his penthouse, at the office, or thirty-seven-thousand feet in the air, he always came back to this feeling of overwhelming helplessness and guilt, of fear and worry, and he couldn't move past it.No matter how much trouble she was in, he would give up everything to get her out because she was literally his other half."Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's wait for Seth to come back with the profile, and then we can get proof." Mark suggested."What more proof do you need?"Their exchange continued, both taking turns to play the devil's advocate. Unable to reach an agreement and the issue with Colleen left up in the air for the moment, they stood up, fixed their tuxedos and headed out.It was time for some ass-kissing.The fountain was the first thing Natalie noticed when the car pulled up in front of the entrance. It was bigger than her flat and way prettier, too. But then again, everything about this place was incredible, from the well-maintained gardens she'd caught a glimpse of when they drove into the solid Cape Dutch facade.The hotel supposedly housed one hundred and twenty-five guest rooms and fifteen suites. Natalie believed it. The place was massive. She'd need a map to find her way around.Thankfully, Paul was already waiting for her at the entrance before the sheer size of The Empress could overwhelm her completely.She'd expected a tall, gorgeous man in his thirties. But from his looks alone, Paul had no right to be the self-absorbed jerk Emily had described."Noelle?" He asked in a deep voice before he took her hand and kissed it.But since he was such a gentleman, Natalie could almost put aside her first impressions of him. Almost."You must be, Paul," she said with a smile, slipping i
Levi finally figured out what was different about Mark halfway through the main course.It was his hair.Three months ago, his friend had a faux hawk. But he'd cut all his hair now, and his bald head glistened under the shimmering chandelier.Mark's new look reminded Levi of a younger Samuel L Jackson. He had the foul vocabulary to match, too, but their table of hoteliers didn't mind. They were all enraptured by him and his stories, hanging on to his every word as he recounted his glory days as Rock Union University's fly half and Chassis' early struggles before it became a powerhouse. By the time the waiters wheeled in their dessert, they were all eating out of his palm. But, Mr Rice was still on the fence about jumping into bed with Van Holt Industries, and Levi suspected it was all his fault. Mark had given him one job today: to keep the young Mrs Stephanie Rice happy.He was failing miserably at the task.He didn't shower Stephanie with as many compliments as she had clearly expect
Natalie wanted to weep with joy when Paul's phone buzzed in his pocket. God had heard her prayers and given her a moment of reprieve."Excuse me. I have to take this," said Paul, releasing her from his vice-like grip."Take your time." Natalie nodded, relief thrashing her body as she watched him vanish in the crowd.She waved down a waiter for a glass of champagne and drained it in one go before dumping the empty flute on a nearby table.She didn't care where the ornate-looking door straight ahead led, just as long as it took her away from here, even if it was only for a few minutes. So she dashed for it and was pleasantly surprised when she landed on an empty balcony.For the first time since she arrived at the hotel, Natalie allowed herself to relax as she breathed deeply and filled her lungs with as much air as possible before slowly easing it out.Horrified tears pricked her eyes, but she quickly blinked them back. She didn't want to acknowledge what had happened on the dance floor
The man carried on with his banter, "let me guess, you are a doctor, lawyer or CEO of some Stock-Exchange listed company, and you bought yourself a shiny award by making a large donation to The Foundation?""God, no!" Natalie pretended to shudder, and there was that laugh again. Rich and warm, like coffee on a cold winter's morning."What's wrong with doctors, lawyers and CEOs?" he asked, a perplexed look in his eye."Other than being self-absorbed, pompous jackasses, absolutely nothing!" Natalie smiled."So you are?""Passing through town," she said, embracing her role as Noelle for the moment. "Monday, I'll be back in my hermit's cabin, living out my reclusive life away from all the doctors, lawyers and CEOs of this world.""What a shame!" he said, disappointment etched on his face. But as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone, leaving Natalie wondering if she'd imagined it."I'm Levi Van Holt, and it's an honour to share this balcony with you, Noelle," he added.The name sounded f
Levi watched Noelle's fingers slip away as she eased herself from both their grasps, his heart screaming at him to not let her leave with Paul.But even when he felt it deep in his gut that things would not end well for her if she left with this man, he still allowed her to pull away.The door closed softly behind them, solidifying the visceral feeling in the pit of his stomach.Shivering a little, Levi watched the moon slowly make its way up the clear night sky, wishing he'd done more to keep her with him."Noelle!" he sighed in frustration. He should have added her as a contact as soon as he saw the fire in her eyes when she called dibs on the balcony.The door yawned open, and he turned expectantly, relieved she came to her senses. "Noelle?"But his shoulders sagged when he saw his partner cross the small area in a few quick strides."I thought I'd find you hiding in some dark and depressing corner. I was wrong. This view never gets old!" Mark said, his arms spread out as if to embr
Paul didn't give Natalie any room to object. He grabbed her hand and led her out of the Blue Room."This isn't necessary, you know! I can walk on my own. Let me go!" she tried to shake off his hand, but he held on tightly and twisted her wrist as he dragged her out of the hotel, her shoes sliding on the gleaming floor.When Paul's driver pulled up in a sleek Lexus, Natalie kicked up a fuss, refusing to get in the car. She felt it deep in her gut that if she got in, she might never come out. Not alive, at least.She was so damn relieved when the security guard came over to check on the commotion. But her hope quickly vanished when the thick wad of crisp one hundred Rand notes from Paul's wallet proved to be enough to buy his silence.He helped Paul shove her into the back seat and closed the door, ignoring her pleas for help as she slammed her palms on the window, her eyes wide with horror and panic.As soon as the car slid away from the entrance, Paul slipped on a pair of brass knuckle
They left the hotel just after 7:00 PM, with Mark still buzzing from the free-flowing booze he'd guzzled throughout the evening. He fiddled with the stereo, searching for upbeat tunes to keep him all fired up. Eventually, he settled on some house music and cranked up the volume, sending the metal walls of his car shuddering. "We did it, man! Woohoo!" he cheered, slapping Levi hard on the back. Levi breathed in sharply, wincing in pain. He'd never get used to his friend's strength; he was a mass of muscles, thanks to his strict daily sessions with a personal trainer. "So, did we kick butt or what?" Mark asked, linking his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his seat, content with himself and life in general. After being fondled half the evening, Levi would not have expected anything less, and he was mighty glad the gala was finally over. Now that he'd fulfilled his duty to Van Holt Industries, he hoped his father would not ask him for anything else for at least another year.
Natalie roused to life in total panic when she realised she was in a stationary car, dead sure it was Paul's, and he'd somehow come back for her.It had to be.It had the same luxurious interiors and leather car seat smell—a smell she would now associate with the beating she had endured at his hands.With dread, she turned to the man beside her, expecting to see his cold, pale blue eyes staring back at her.She trembled with relief when she found Levi focused on his phone.She was so happy it wasn't Paul, so relieved she was safe— for the moment at least—she said a small prayer of gratitude, sobbing when the memory of Levi holding her so gently after he almost ran her over drifted through her mind."You're awake," he said as he peeled his eyes away from his phone and gave her his undivided attention.Behind the wheel sat the man from earlier, the same one who'd wanted to call an ambulance, and Natalie immediately tensed up, remembering Paul's warning. She had to leave before the ambula