His Price(44)

That's what I wanted, all of it; all of her.

A loud knock against the door caused my head to jerk, the small ball of water became lost in the drain. “Yeah?” I yelled.

“Sir, it's me. Can I come in and talk to you?”

What the fuck does he want? Tearing the towel off the rack, I wiped my face dry as I walked to the door. Tugging it open, I wrapped the towel around my neck. “What do you want?”

“Sir, I need to talk to you about Noella.” Stefan was standing straight, tapping the tip of his shiny shoes against the wood floor.

“No, Stefan, you don't.” Still holding the door, I attempted to close it.

Pushing his hand against the wood, Stefan said, “Hegan, she's not who you think she is.”

“I don't care what you think, I talked to my dad and you can go home by the way. I was going to tell you after, but since you're here now, go home” Rolling my head, I wanted to slam the door in his face.

He didn't like me, I got that loud and clear. Since he came to work for my family it was like he despised my existence. I could feel it. He didn't think I deserved any of what was coming to me, instead he wanted it to come to him..

Stefan didn't have to say it; the way he kissed my dad's ass, had his nose shoved so far up it he could smell his insides, that said enough.

He was our butler, but he went well beyond his title. If my father barked, he was right there listening. I think he thought I should have been doing the same.

But that's not who I am. I'm Hegan Alexander, not Brandon the second. And Stefan could fucking shove it.

I wasn't going to stand here and listen to him trying to convince me of some fucking story he thinks he found out. That guy had no clue what was going on between Noella and me.

And it was none of his business.

After calling my dad, I was finally able to convince him that the butler wasn't needed. I knew when he showed up it was to spy on us, my dad basically confirmed it.

He said he just wanted to make sure that everything at the house was good. He figured a little extra help here would ensure I didn't do anything stupid, like ruin the place. Yup, he trusted me, right?

But after a pretty intense yelling match, he said I could send Stefan home. Which, even if he'd said no, Stefan was leaving one way or another.

I wasn't going to let him stay.

“Excuse me? Your father sent me here, and I plan on telling him everything I know, Hegan. About her and who she is.” He raised his face to mine, his beady eyes glazing over.

This fucking guy was trying to threaten me. What could he possibly know? That she isn't royalty like my father would want? That was the least of my worries.

“Stefan, go home. I don't care what you tell my father.” I felt my muscles tense, rigid and hard against the skin. Each one pressed angrily to be used, I was ready to fucking hit him.

“No? You don't care? Well what if I said I spoke with Gloria?” An evil smirk peeked over the edge of his jaw, lifting up slowly towards his ear.

“What?” Balling my fists, I elbowed the door fully open, the handle smacked against the wall as I muffled, “What did you say?”

“Don't worry, Sir. I'm sure your dad won't mind a bit, right?”

Baring my teeth, a heavy growl fell from my throat. “Mind your own business, Stefan.”

Shock, fear, anger; it all hit my stomach like a wrecking ball. He was trying to instigate me, get me riled up so I would crack. What was that going to do for him?

He wanted me gone; always has.

Was this his way of trying to push that ladder out from under me? Motherfucker, he was a dick. That fucking asshole was trying to cement his place in my home, in my life... But this?

This was a side of him I didn't see coming.

An ominous chuckle rolled off his tongue, head tipping back slightly. “Hegan, this is my business. And when you're gone, when you're left with nothing...” Stefan closed his eyes tight, shaking his head. “I'll finally get what's coming to me, what your father owes me.”

“Owes you? My dad doesn't owe you shit! What do you think, huh? That with me out of the picture he's going to give you thousands of dollars?”

“Be ready, Hegan. Maybe you should start packing now.” He turned and started down the hall, whistling loudly it radiated off the walls.

What the hell is going on? What the fuck is he trying to do to me? Nothing was making sense, none of the pieces seemed to fit together. Stefan wasn't getting anything if I was gone.

Was he?

No. He had to be crazy.

Unless my dad had his hands in this too.

Gripping the door, I slammed it shut. The walls rattled to the ceiling, shaking everything around me. I didn't know exactly what Gloria had told him, what information she gave away. If he knew about me buying her for a baby, that could seal my fate right there.