All Good Things(48)

I felt my heart flutter at the mention of Jace. I had suspected all along, Caleb was Jace's friend, but I couldn't be sure. Now that it had been confirmed, I was filled with even more questions than I had woken up with. I shook my head, but the image of Jace remained.

"I don't know what's going on, Trey." That was the truth. "Let's get inside. There's work to do."

I ignored Trey's exasperated expression as I moved to the door loudly calling out the coffee had arrived. I didn't want to talk to Trey about Jace. I didn't know why...but I wanted to keep him all to myself.





Chapter 11

"Rush." I snapped into my phone.

"Mr. Rush," Gabe paused, sounding uncertain.

My heart lurched. Painfully. "Has something happened to Olivia?"

"No," he paused again. "Mr. Cage has just left her. They spent thirty-six minutes together. I'm not sure what they were discussing, but Olivia looked upset."

What the fuck? "What do you mean, she looked upset?"

"Her expression, Mr. Rush. She seemed tense in the beginning." Gabe explained.

"In the beginning?"

"Well, yes." He sighed and I knew he loathed his job at the moment but I couldn't find it within me to care. "Near the end of his visit, she seemed, almost happy. She was at ease with Mr. Cage."

I clenched my fist and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath. I was trying to coax my raging jealousy into submission. "Do you know why Caleb was visiting Olivia?"

"No, Mr. Rush."

"Where is she now?" I asked tensely.

"She's at her store, Sir." Gabe replied quickly. "Mr. Cage left a moment ago."

"And, why am I only hearing about this visit now?"

There was a short pause. "I am sorry, Sir. It will not happen again."

I hung up the phone with a sharp shake of my head. What the hell was Caleb doing with Olivia? If he touched her...if he hit on her...I would kill him. She is the only woman I have ever refused to share with him. I don't care how badly he wants her...she is mine.

I dragged my hand through my hair and stood from behind my desk. I hit the direct line to reception on my phone.

"Mr. Rush?" Laura answered quickly. That was what I liked about her. She was efficient and she never made me wait.

"Get Mr. Cage in here as soon as he arrives." I barked.

"Of course, Sir." I could practically see her nodding. "Anything else, Mr. Rush?"

"No." I closed the line.

I was too tense to sit and continue reading through my emails as I waited for Caleb to show his traitorous face, so I started pacing. I swiped my IPhone from my desk and dialed his number. It rang and finally went to his voicemail.

"Caleb, you dirty son-of-a-bitch. Answer your phone." I barked before hanging up.

I paced the room another few times before I dialed his number again. This time, it went straight to voicemail. The piece of shit ignored my call! I don't think I had ever been so livid in my life. I didn't even have a good damned reason for my crazed state. The only thing I knew was Olivia was much too innocent for the likes of Caleb. She was too innocent for me, damn it!

Maybe that is what Caleb was doing. Maybe he was warning her away from me. It would make sense. It was obvious Olivia was not the type of woman I typically pursued, but there was just something about her. There was an unexplainable force that compelled me to her even though I wanted desperately to be repelled. Whatever she had done to me...I was irrevocably addicted. She had captivated me.

From the moment I first saw her honey colored eyes...I was lost.

The door to my office flew open and Caleb strolled in as though he owned the place. "Don't get your panties in a bunch." He teased at my obvious state of anxiety.

It took everything inside of me to keep my hands clenched at my side rather than allowing them to enclose around his throat to throttle him the way I really wanted to. I needed to go to the gym and work off some of this built up tension. Or, I could just bring Olivia home again tonight.

I shook the thought from my head. "Why were you with Olivia, Caleb?"

Caleb rubbed his chin with his thumb. "You know, I thought I saw Gabe lurking in the background while I was visiting with our girl."

I bristled. "She is not, our girl, Caleb."

"Oh, she isn't?" He cocked his head to the side before waltzing across the office to the bar. I watched as he poured whiskey into a glass. "She seemed to like me just fine."

I clenched my jaw and struggled to retain my composure. "What were you doing with her, Caleb?"

"I only wanted to meet the girl that had my friend, and business partner, wrapped around her pinky finger." I felt my eyes widen and my fists tighten. Caleb laughed, easily reading my body's response to his words. "It's all right. She has me wrapped around her finger, too."