Nicholas POV:Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. One of my hands gripped my hair and I didn't even realize it until I felt the tugging. I'd been trying to break myself of that bad habit since birth, but it always came out when I was stressed. Or pissed. Or angry. And today I was all three. A huge deal had fallen through because of someone else's incompetency, I'd ruined my favorite tie from a coffee spill, and I hadn't had sex in over six months. I was ready to blow something up. I turned back to the conversation in my ear when the voice kept droning on."Francis shut the fuck up with your psychobabble bullshit and fire his ass. Today. Or I will."I slammed the phone down, knocking files and papers off the edge of my desk. I glared at the resulting mess all over the floor, taking a few deep breaths before I truly lost it. No sooner had I calmed down somewhat when the nasal voice of my secretary came through the intercom. "Mr. Rowe?" "What?" I snapped. "You told me to remind you to leave at 7
Nicholas POV: "I am graduating from Atkins High School in a week’s time. I was informed that I was the recipient of your yearly scholarship but later it was retracted on the account of an error. The scholarship has been since awarded to someone else. The retraction came after I had accepted a spot at QCU and I have already spent all my savings for room and board. I was dependent on the scholarship to attend college and I believe I deserve it. Mr. Rowe, I want you to fund my education as well.” My mouth gaped. I couldn't have been more surprised if I'd seen John get out and start dancing the cha-cha naked in the middle of the street. "You want me to fund your education?" "Yes. I shouldn't have to suffer because of your employee's mistake." Okay, yes. I was actually capable of being more surprised. This girl had some nerve. Nobody—and I mean nobody—talked to me like this. I was close to hanging up when she started speaking again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. But I am in d
Nicholas POV: "What else?" "Since her mother's death, she was in the custody of her stepfather, Oliver, until she turned eighteen. He's a truck driver, and from what we can tell, is often on the road. They have a rental residence, but it appears that Miss Taylor has no blood relatives in the area." My mind focused on one phrase. "Until she turned eighteen?" Virgil shifted in his seat, his expression guarded. "Yes, she's nineteen. Her birthday is in a few months." Not a minor. Not a minor. Not a minor. I started to smile, but then remembered I was a sick fuck. This girl had no family and apparently thought she had no future without my help. I wanted to call her back immediately and tell her she would be taken care of. Taken care of? Yes. What did that mean? It could mean many things. Virgil cleared his throat, disrupting the dialogue in my head. "That's really all we have so far. Did you want us to keep digging?" I shook my head. "No." Maybe. "Yes." God, I had issues. "N
Nicholas POV: "He's not around much. No criminal record, and seems to be on the road all the time. Willow lives with him on a rental property. The lease is up in a few weeks and the landlord told me it wouldn't be renewed." Was he moving because Willow planned to leave for college or was she leaving because she had nowhere else to go? I hated the thought that she may feel she had no options. "What else? Did you get what I asked for?" He was silent for a moment. "Um… yeah, I got them. I'll go ahead and send them now." I messed with my mouse, waiting for the email to arrive. After clicking on the first image, I knew my dick was definitely still attached. "Holy fuck." She was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. I clicked through the photos I'd asked Virgil to get for me, each one better than the last. Walking into school. Coming out from work. Smiling at her friend. She was beautiful. Perfect. 'Mine.' "Boss?" I forgot I was still holding the phone with Virgil on the line. "Yeah?" I croaked
Nicholas POV: "Who is she?" My future wife. "Her name is Willow." How did I explain this? "She's… she's special to me." Kind of. She moved back over to the stove, mixing the food around. "How long will Willow be staying?" I rubbed the back of my neck. The knots of tension were killing me. I really needed a massage. When was the last time I had one? I wondered what Willow's fingers would feel like on me. "Nicholas?" Laura scooped the chicken and vegetables onto my plate, an inquisitive look back on her face. I tried to remember what she'd asked me. Oh, yeah. She wanted to know how long Willow would be here. Good question. "I'm not sure yet. It will be up to her." She nodded, put the pan in the sink, and turned to face me again. It was difficult to eat with her staring. I fidgeted on the stool, pushing the food around my plate more than eating it. I finally couldn't take it anymore. "What?" She let out a short laugh. What was up with people laughing at me lately? "I do
Nicholas POV: "You don't have anything in here about separation of assets in the event of divorce," he noted. "Would you like me to add in some standard clauses for your approval?" I shook my head. "No, that won't be necessary." "I must advise you to let me add those in. I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't urge you to protect your assets." I knew the stakes. But I was the one pursuing this path with Willow and in the event she agreed, married me, had children with me, and changed her life for me, I was going to enter the agreement by taking some risks of my own. "At this point, I don't want any provisions about divorce terms except in the case of children. I will let you know if that changes in the future." He took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. "Okay then. This shouldn't be a problem. I'll have someone bring it to you tomorrow morning." "I want you to do it. I don't want anyone else to see this except you. Can you bring it to me at my house in the morning?" The
Willow POV: Months passed quickly. After discussing our feelings with one another, Nicholas and I both felt at ease and relished our time together. We had numerous romantic weekends at his several homes across the world. To visit each new location and truly experience Nicholas' world was fascinating and wonderful. I nearly didn't want the journey to end. But as soon as I came through the front door and gave Laura a big hug, I knew I was home. Home. Though I had called Atkins home for many years, the feelings evoked by living with Nicholas and Laura far exceeded what I had felt there. We also had to adjust to the fact that I was starting my first semester of college classes. I reached a compromise with Nicholas. I was enrolled in four introductory courses, which took up three days out of the seven days of the week while I finished the requirements for graduation. I had also agreed to let John drive me to and from college every day. "Would you like to drop by the coffee shop this
"We do, indeed. However, I also needed to know if you had Saturday free." Nicholas hadn't mentioned any plans, so I assumed he didn't have any. "I believe so. What do you want to do?" "I wanted to properly thank you and wish you a happy early birthday. On Saturday, there are openings at a resort, so I thought I'd take Lorelei and you to a girl's spa day." I jumped in my chair. "I won't argue with you on that. But you really don't have to do any of that. I would love to go. And perhaps after that, we can all return to my house and enjoy dinner?" "That sounds wonderful. Geoffrey can meet us at your house for dinner, then. I will ask him." "Since we're going to a spa, we could ask the men to go spend the day by themselves?" Courtney laughed in response. "I am fine with that so long as there are no strippers involved." I wrinkled my nose in distaste. If Nicholas didn't want his eyeballs gouged out, he best not even bring up the subject. "I was considering playing golf or shopping fo