LONDON
I knew the moment I saw Striker Cade he would replace Reed. I was torn between talking to my father to hire another bodyguard, but at the same time, I wanted to see him.
He didn’t even change for the last two years. He looked the same, so handsome, or even looked more striking in a suit. It worked for him perfectly.
My stupidity got the best of me—my infatuation with him. Who could I fool with? It was more than just a crush. It was foolish to feel something for someone who didn’t look at me the way I looked at him in the first place—who wasn’t around and had no idea about my feelings. I guessed I was emotionally disturbed and mentally deranged.
I’m damaged goods.
Last night, I chose to stay at home rather than have dinner with Magnus because I couldn’t get the thought out of my head that Striker could be the replacement.
I knew Dad was right about Magnus was not the right one and not good enough for me, but he was there, and that was what I wanted at that moment.
For two years, I tried hard to forget about Striker Cade, but I was still obsessed with the fact that one day, I would still see him, even if I hated myself for keeping that hope up.
Now that he was in front of me, he was still out of my grasp. For God’s sake, I had a boyfriend, and Striker Cade was my driver and bodyguard. How would the people react to my insanity? They already called me a privileged bitch.
Of all the people, why him? What was in him that I couldn’t find in Magnus? Or in the other guys? Is it some Knight in shining armor syndrome?
I shook that thought away.
Ignoring him opening the door for me, I passed by him as I entered the lobby of the Vanderford Tower. Security went to him to do his job.
“He’s with me. Give him visitor’s ID temporarily while I settle his keycard.”
“No problem, ma’am. Thank you.”
Striker took and pinned the ID on his well-tailored dark suit. If I was being honest, he looked too good in it than the people working in this building. He could pass as an actor or a model. I wondered what made him choose that job so dangerous.
I punched my card into the private elevator. When it slid open, he allowed me to enter first before he followed.
“I’m already safe here. You don’t have to come with me.”
“It’s my job—”
“If you call me ma’am one more time, I swear to God, I’m gonna knee you in your balls.”
He didn’t react to my threat. He knew it was probably empty. “Dully noted, Miss Vanderford.”
“You know, Reed calls me London. Oh, of course, you don’t.”
“Noted.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll be out of your hair once you enter your office. I have to familiarize the floor plan of your office, Vanderford.”
My brow arched. Vanderford, huh?
I went straight to my office.
“What’s wrong with Reed?” Neke met me halfway, eyeing my new bodyguard.
“Dad took Reed with him.” Neke had no idea who Striker was, that he was one of those guys who saved my life. She didn’t have to know all the details, even though I trusted her with my life. “So I’m stuck with the new guy.”
“Well, he looks so—” she didn’t finish her words when she noticed me glaring at her. “Tall and straight.”
“Give him full access.” I dropped my bag onto the desk.
“Got it. And your meeting with the designers for the spring is in an hour.”
“When I’m gonna visit the warehouse?”
“If you finish early today, we can go after. That if you don’t have dinner with Mr. Tucker.”
I sighed as I leaned against my chair. “I canceled our dinner last night.”
“You can tell him you are still busy since the new collection is fast approaching.”
I eyed her suspiciously. “Why are you helping me?”
“Because I’m a good assistant and a good friend.” Neke was already my friend before things fell apart. She was the only person who never left me. She was also the first person I approached when I started this clothing line. I wanted to give her a good position, but she chose to stay by my side. I realized there were still many things to be grateful for.
“Do you know something I don’t?”
“Don’t go there, London.”
“I want you to be honest with me.”
“I’m always honest with you. You know that?”
“But?”
She shook his head. I always loved her curly hair. It suited her round face and dark skin. She looked fantastic. “No buts. Anyway, do your thing. Just let me settle the access card of your new hot driver.”
My eyes narrowed at her, but she just giggled before leaving my office.
I tried dialing Dad, but his number was out of reach. I focused on work instead. I grabbed my iPad and started sketching my new design. I had designers, but I also drew and shared my creations with them.
After an hour, I was sitting in front of the designs for our spring collection.
“We’re running out of time.” We had setbacks since I chose to use recyclable fabrics this year.
“We’re gonna make it. We have our winter collection ready. We can make it possible,” my head of designs said. His words always gave me hope and encouraged me to work hard.
Everyone on my team knew I wasn’t just a privileged, spoiled brat kid, but I worked hard to get where my clothing line was today.
I still had the magazine of our winter campaign in my hand, and it was fabulous. I rose from my chair and put the magazine down. I started scanning through the designs on the rack. I scrolled over the copies two days ago. In my opinion, I still prefer to see them in pieces than in drawings.
I grabbed them one by one, which caught my attention. “I love these colors. So vibrant, lively, exudes sexiness and femininity and pride.”
I went to the male collections. They were amazing. I stood before the sets of collections in the racks in awe. They were so colorful, making me prouder that these pieces were created with love.
“Wow.” My hands went over my mouth. They all applauded. “You guys are amazing.” I joined them, celebrating our success. “These are amazing.”
They thanked me with a smile on their faces.
“No. Thank you. As always, you impressed me. Thank you.”
I went to my office only to stop to the voice of Neke laughing on her desk.
“So you like my outfit?” it was Striker who asked.
“Are you kidding me? You look like you just came out from a Tom Ford runway show. You know we have free clothes here, suits that you can wear. Once you’re done, you can return them anytime.”
“Am I getting paid to wear those?”
Neke laughed again. “No.”
“Huh. Free campaign and ads.” Striker sounded amused, and he was actually smiling at Neke.
“And free clothes,” Neke added.
“Well, if I attend a party, I’ll make sure to give you a call.”
“Don’t,” I said shortly.
“Vanderford,” he addressed me.
“You’re back. How’s the meeting?” Neke asked.
“Good.”
“Magnus just called,” she said, but her eyes were pinned on Striker.
“And?”
“He’s coming over and taking you to lunch. I freed your schedule. You’re welcome.”
Striker cleared his throat. “Nice chatting with you, Neke.” He then turned to me. “Vanderford.”
Before he could turn on his heels, I called him. “In my office.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“So you’ve met my assistant.” My tone came out harsh, making me inwardly cringe. I dropped the things I’d been carrying on my desk.
“She seemed reliable, friendly, and honest.”
“You figured that out in one meeting?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Her actions were genuine. She looked me in the eye. My guess is she’s more than just your assistant.”
“Did you find that out on her I*******m?”
“No.” Striker had a great posture, probably from his training, but he also looked authoritative and assertive, as if he meant to command. I wondered if he was bossy in bed. God, I should stop this obsession—this wasn’t healthy anymore. “She’s your friend. You trust her.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “She never left my side when everything fell apart. I can rely on her and trust her with my life.”
“Good.”
Before I could reply, the door swung open. Magnus entered with a huge grin on his face. “Babe.”
“Hi.” I smiled and went to him to kiss him on the cheek.
“Ready?”
“Ready?” Yeah, for lunch. Crap.
Striker was about to leave the office, but Magnus had to know that I had a new bodyguard.
“Magnus, my new driver, Striker Cade. Cade, this is my boyfriend, Magnus.”
“Mr. Tucker.” Striker held his hand out for a handshake.
“Yeah.” He barely looked at Striker.
One thing I disliked about him was he didn’t give a crap about the people who worked for me. If I didn’t introduce Neke as my best friend, he would have treated her like crap. But when it came to my father, he treated him differently, like a king, like a god.
Striker pulled his hand back, his jaw clenching. His mood changed. He wasn’t embarrassed, though. It was something else.
I took my bag before I grabbed the hand Magnus offered. Striker walked past us to the main elevator. I guessed he knew the drill.
He let us enter first before he joined and punched the lobby button.
“So, you’re coming with me tonight?” Magnus started. I guessed I had to say yes. I had no more excuses. And for the last two months, we barely slept together.
“Sure.”
“Good.”
“Where are you taking me for lunch? I’d love some Gnocchi.” I’d been fasting intermittently for the last four months and lost a few pounds.
“No, babe.”
I pulled my hand from his grasp.
“You’ll gain weight. You can have some salads. Then a red wine for tonight at my apartment.”
“That’s the purpose of intermittent. I can eat whatever I want if I’m not fasting.”
“I think she looks great in any shape.” I gasped at Striker’s words before us.
Magnus snorted. “What do you know about body shape, driver?”
“Magnus,” I warned him.
“What?” He turned to me. “Where’s Reed? What is this punk doing here?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “He’s not a punk.”
“So you’re defending him after what he just did. Isn’t he supposed to drive you safe and mind his fucking business?”
“Watch your words, Mr. Tucker.” Striker tried his best to calm his tone, but his harsh words made me feel like a damsel.
“Or what?” He poked Striker’s back.
I crossed my arms over my chest as I shut my eyes momentarily. “Magnus, please? I’m starving.”
When Striker turned to face Magnus, I held my breath. He was way taller than Magnus, not beefy, but I could swear it was pure muscle. He still looked calmer, though, which could provoke Magnus further.
“If you ever use another f-word to my boss, I will make sure you swallow your own tooth.”
“You can’t do that to me?” Magnus took a step forward, coldly stating at Striker.
While Striker blindly punched the stop button of the elevator, he smirked at Magnus. “And why is that? The last time I checked, I have sworn to protect my client alone, so if my client is mistreated, I won’t hesitate to eliminate the threat—”
“Okay. Stop. You two, stop.” I walked past them and punched the elevator on. “Jeez, the testosterone level in this room is making me sick. I’m eating alone.”
STRIKER London ignored me the entire ride. I couldn’t blame her. I mean, that asshole was disrespecting her and minding the food she wanted to eat. But I let my emotion get the best of me. And this was what scared me. On the first day, I was already screwing my job. London was perfect. She was hot. He could be supportive of his girlfriend’s goal, but instead, he wanted to control her. I was not against size 0 if that was the body size they wanted. But women, men, and other gender had the right to choose the body they like to look beautiful and confident in any size. What was wrong with people these days setting beauty standards according to what satisfied their ego by letting those women starve just to fit into society? I was not against anything. I myself maintained a healthy lifestyle. I ate healthily. I maintained fit. I jogged, ran, and went to the gym regularly, but not to gain likes or impress everyone. I did it for myself. Since their lunch was disrupted, Neke ordered t
LONDON I woke up with a hammering headache. The event of last night came crashing through me like a wave. I had no regrets about my behavior, though. Heat radiated through my chest at the thought of being single again. I didn’t know I needed that bad to be out of a relationship that I’d wasted the six months of my life investing in it. For what? Sex? Attention? To be relevant? I didn’t even know I was that desperate. It became clear that I didn’t need a man or a relationship to have a better life. Besides, I’d never depended my life on any man. So, why now? I rose and searched for a painkiller bottle in the medicine cabinet. Then my pills caught my attention. I refused to take it despite sometimes having nightmares and terrible falling asleep. I still chose to drink tea, which helped somehow. I took a caplet of painkillers. After I took a shower, I wore my working clothes and put my sunglasses on before heading down, where I knew Striker would be waiting for me. My face warme
STRIKER Days went by smoothly until the weekend. London and I were still strangers. She seemed guarded all the time, and I also kept my distance. Considering we lived under the same roof, I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t cross the line again. I couldn’t afford to break her trust. “I thought we were going as friends.” I turned to look at her, going to the non-existence backseat door. “Sorry.” She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “I opened the door, Vanderford.” “Sorry, okay. I didn’t also realize it doesn’t have a backseat door.” She climbed in, and I shut the door before her. She was fastening her seatbelt when I got into the driver’s seat when she said, “I like your car.” “Really?” “Yeah. It’s classic. Where did you get this?” I was glad she appreciated the classics. I loved my Aston Martin DB4. I wouldn’t change it with anything. “Dad’s gift on my 25th birthday.” “Are you a Bond fan?” “Not really, but we happened to go to a car show in the UK, and I did
LONDONThere was just something about Striker Cade when he smiled. He lit up the entire place. He was like the moon, those stars in the night. When he entered my home office, just like that, he shone the brightest. He was just full of life.“Are you going out tonight, Vanderford?”“Going somewhere, Cade?”“No, ma’am.” He instantly lifted his gaze, meeting mine. “Sorry.”“Take a seat.”“Thank you.” He did sit on the couch. “I just wanna ask your honest opinion.”“Sure. Are you sure I’m the right person you should be asking for an opinion?”“I don’t know. You’re a guy.”“The last time I checked, yes, ma’am.” There was a hint of wickedness in his words. Was he flirting with me?I gave him the iPad. “Check these designs. Choose at least three of which you think are good.”“Designs? Clothing design? You’re asking my opinion?” His eyes widened, surprised and amused.“Just check those damn things, Cade.”He tried hard to hide his smile, arching a brow at me.“Fine. Give it back.” I urged h
STRIKER Someone roofied us. My worse nightmare just came true. That was why I didn’t sit and dine with my client and never let my guard down. I stayed focused because my client’s life depended on how I could handle a situation like this. And I should have followed my gut. There was something different in the taste of that wine that was off until it was too late. It was spiked. I could still taste it on my tongue. It instantly affected London before I realized it, and so did I. And all I could do now was pull her into me, protecting her from the worst possible scenario that arose. God forbid if something happened to her on my watch. I couldn’t forgive myself. My mind was awake, but my body fell weak first. When my call didn’t come through, I quickly typed SOS to the group, and I wasn’t sure if I had hit the send button. And now my job was over. I screwed it up—big time. And worse, London could be in danger because I let my desire get the best of me. *** I had never fel
STRIKER I met with the big guys at the office door. One opened the door for me, and the other just shot me a bored look. I drew a deep breath before I walked in and came face to face with my tormentor. Linus was there standing and patiently waiting for me. Then my gaze fell on my gun on his desk. Hence it was not in his daughter’s bedroom. I shook my head. I honestly didn’t know what to say. An apology wouldn’t suffice for what I did. And I felt utterly ashamed of my behavior. “No one, let alone my employee, had ever betrayed me. Who, I trusted him with my daughter’s life. I trusted you before. You gave me my daughter back, unharmed. And then this is how you repay my gratitude by sleeping with my daughter? You took advantage of her vulnerability and her fondness for you?” Fondness? Interesting choice of words. “I want you gone and never step in this house or my properties again. You will receive the full payment for your service, Mr. Cade.” He turned around. “Get your gun and get
STRIKER When the door squeaked, I felt it was her. Her presence just made the room too small for us. “You’re leaving again.” “I’m not.” I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I was guilty of abandoning her years ago. It was still my fault that her mind and emotions were so volatile and fragile at that time, and it felt like I took advantage of it and didn’t think of the consequences. When all I wanted at that moment was to reassure her that she would be okay, what I was doing was wrong. I got it now. “Dad fired you.” “It’s alright.” I put my gun in the duffel. “Yet, you can’t even look at me.” I couldn’t stand it anymore when she sounded so disappointed like that. I dropped what I was doing and stood up to meet her in the eye. “I will take the job offer permanently at the Cade premium. Desk job might suit me.” “But?” “No buts.” “Dad warned you, didn’t he?” “I’ll sort things out.” “You told me we would talk after you talked with Dad. What did he exactly say to you, Cade?” “
LONDON I sat across Neke at the coffee shop. “It’s just been twenty-four hours, right?” Who was I trying to convince? Neke or myself? Reed was back as my bodyguard. He could be less chatty, so bored I could die to death, or lenient if he wanted to. “Tell me why you like Striker so much. I mean, I get it. He’s hot and all, but why, of all the hedge fund guys or billionaire boys club, what did you see in him?” “I first met him two years ago.” “Wait. Hold on.” Neke held my hand. “What do you mean you met him two years ago? What happened then?” “He was a member of the team that saved me.” “You’re kidding. How in the hell did I not know that?” “He got another assignment, I guess.” I looked down at my hands. “I know I’m sick in the head. I tried to forget him, I swear. But he’s like a plague in my brain. It wouldn’t just let me. I mean, I’m so tired of hoping and waiting, and then he’s gone again.” “Oh, baby girl.” She held my hand, squeezing it. “I couldn’t fathom what you’ve been