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 their meal, and they had lunch in her office.
I wasn’t sorry for my behavior, even if I went a little too far. I disliked Magnus already, and the way he treated London, she deserved better, someone who would accept her from in and out, her flaws and imperfections, not someone like that dick.
She didn’t even wait for me to open the door. She climbed out of the car.
“Let me.” I offered a hand to help her with the other bag and stock of magazines in her grasp, but she refused and scowled at me.
I stepped back, giving her space. Once she was in her house, I parked the car and took my duffel.
I didn’t know if she knew my sleeping arrangement, but I assured her father that I would keep an eye on his daughter 24/7. Whether she agreed or not, I would still follow my employer.
I entered the back exit of the house. Opposite was the surveillance room. Reed briefed me before he left with Linus. I dropped my duffel in Reed’s room, where I would stay for a few weeks, then went to the CCTV room. So far, no movements.
After I loosened my tie, I removed my jacket and the holster and rolled the sleeves of my shirt above my elbow.
I was about to dial Linden when I heard a soft knock.
It was the helper in her late forties. “Mr. Cade, I brought you snacks.”
I took the tray from her. “Thank you.”
“Lena.”
“Thank you, Lena.”
“If you need anything, sir. I’ll be just across the house.”
“I’m good for now. How about Miss Vanderford? Is she having dinner?”
“She usually just asks for a sandwich, sir.”
“Thanks.”
I munched the sandwich as soon as she left. Halfway to finishing my snacks, the black sports car stopped in front of the main entrance. I drank the water and rose from my chair. I knew who the visitor was—the dick boyfriend.
He entered the house, and I was already crossing my arms over my chest. When he climbed upstairs, my jaw clenched harder it would crack any moment.
I broke my gaze from the monitor and went outside the house to breathe. The lawn was neat and well-trimmed. The flowers were blooming. I didn’t even know London loved plants. Well, I guessed I did now.
I walked outside for a while, familiarizing the ground and intruders’ possible entrance and exit. Even though the house had a top-notch security system, I couldn’t take her safety for granted, considering a bodyguard was with her when she was grabbed.
Three days in the hands of those motherfuckers traumatized her. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she’d been through at that time.
Even if her father paid a twenty-million dollar ransom, those fuckers just took the money and wanted another amount before they released London, and that was how we came in.
Thankfully, they didn’t touch her. Although she was still wearing the same clothes, she was physically okay, but her emotional and psychological state was another story.
“I came here to apologize, London, and not make you angry.” That was Magnus. His voice began to rise. That guy had anger and insecurity issues.
“Then apology accepted. I told you we’re good.” London sounded irritated as she spoke back.
“Then come with me. Let me make it up to you. I’m driving.”
“I told you I can’t come with you unless I have my bodyguard, but you already made it pretty clear that he can’t come with us.”
“Why does he have to be a part of our daily lives now?”
“Why are you so pissed at him?”
“He’s an asshole. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He’s just your driver—”
“And hired to protect me and drive me, Magnus. You’ve never been pissed at Reed before. Why are you so mad at Cade?”
“Honestly, I don’t trust him. He threatened me. Have you seen that look? Fire him, and I’ll find you another bodyguard.”
London laughed. They were still in arguments. Magnus must have been so pissed right now. I ran inside and climbed upstairs to be with London if he ever got physical. I lowered my pace when I reached the hallway.
“Are you kidding me right now? I can’t just fire him. I told you that. I don’t have a say in whoever is assigned to me because Dad chose him, and he’s temporary. Just have a little patience until Reed is back.”
“Then let me call your Dad and tell him your bodyguard was rude.”
“Is he, though?” Holy shit! I enjoyed this very much.
“Why are you defending him? Do you like him?”
London barked out, laughing. “That’s ridiculous. Do you think I didn’t try? I’m sorry if Dad trusts him. But I can’t do anything if he trusts Cade with my life. Just don’t provoke him anymore.”
I couldn’t help but smile. That’s my girl.
“I will not provoke him if he acts like a driver and not a lunatic as if his opinion matters.”
“When it comes to my safety, Magnus, I suggest you won’t question him. He’s good at what he does. And you just cursed right to my face.”
“I think that guy has feelings for you.”
London snorted. “Don’t twist it. He was doing his job.”
I grinned the entire time, eavesdropping on them. Well, he was not wrong on that part.
“I hope so. Jesus, he’s just a driver.”
“Will you please stop it? It’s a decent job. It makes ends meet. Have some empathy.”
“Wow. I can’t believe you have so much respect for that asshole.”
I blew a deep breath, clenching and unclenching my fists. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. And I couldn’t believe London had terrible taste in man.
“He saved my life.”
“It’s his job to protect you.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Maybe I don’t. Look, London. Either you fire him, or I am the one who leaves?” What the fuck?
I waited for her reply, but it didn’t come. I was wondering what had happened in the room. Was London jumping to choose him? Were they making out now?
Silence stretched to a minute. I walked away and found myself on the balcony, wondering how it had ended. Then I heard strong footsteps. It was definitely not London.
I watched the car drive out of the property a few moments later. So, she didn’t choose him. Did it mean they broke up? My mind went reeling. I somehow felt a relief in my chest. Was London going to cry and get herself drunk?
Who cared?
I was going to be there for her this time.
Then I found London in her mini-bar, pouring herself a red wine. How predictable?
“I guess you heard everything, huh? That’s why you are here.”
I slipped my hands into my pockets when her robe barely covered her negligee. It was supposed to be a fun night for them, but my appearance somehow caused them trouble.
“Not everything, but I knew enough that you two fought because of your nosy driver.” I watched her down the wine. “Easy.”
“I’m gonna be fine.”
“You have work tomorrow. You need a clear head.”
“You also wanna be my mommy?” She glared at me. “Join me. What’s your poison? Bourbon, neat?”
I shook my head. “I don’t drink.”
“Don’t drink at all? Or at work?”
“At work.”
She poured whiskey into the glass. “Well, newsflash, buddy. You’re off. And I promise to stay put.”
I sighed as I slid into the stool. “So, that’s it? He left, and you didn’t stop him?”
“If I meant something to him, he wouldn’t leave after apologizing. I mean, he just apologized, and he wanted me to choose between my boyfriend and my bodyguard. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“And if he meant to you, you could have answered him immediately.”
She met my gaze, this time longer and filled with pain and longing. Now I was confused. Was it for me or for that asshole?
I sipped the whiskey she poured for me but didn’t break eye contact until she did.
She grabbed the glass and sipped it with chic. “Where have you been for the last two years? You said you wouldn’t leave me.” She placed the glass down, her gaze on the red wine.
I considered it was the wine talking, but she didn’t look tipsy.
Then I realized something. She remembered everything I had said to her that night.
“I hated myself that I held on to that.” Her voice was so low I could barely hear her words, cadence with regrets.
“I-I I didn’t.”
“Whatever.” She emptied her glass.
“Vanderford.”
“I don’t wanna hear it.”
“I’m sorry.”
She drew a deep breath and pressed her lips together before she drummed her fingers on the counter. “Very well then. Now I’m single. I need a beauty rest. Good night, Cade.”
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
STRIKER “Dad, thank you for meeting me.” Dad looked at me, confused. “Of course, anything for my boy. Are you okay?” I slumped my ass onto the chair before his desk. “No.” “What’s wrong?” He froze. Suddenly, he looked distraught and broken. The last time I saw the look on his face was when I told him I had enlisted in the Marine Corps. At first, he refused and cried, but before I left, he finally came along and respected my decision to join the service, and it felt like it was the first time I broke his heart. “Dad, I’m fine.” I rubbed my temple. “I’m sorry.” He came around across mine. “You said you’re not okay. And you wouldn’t be here if it’s not important.” “I swear I’m fine. Not in trouble. May I ask something?” “Of course.” The crease between his eyebrows was still there. “Wait. Am I holding you up? Do you have a meeting to go to?” “I’ll cancel in my schedule if you need me, Striker. What’s going on?” “I need your advice.” “What was your question?” “I was wondering