Submitting to the Billionaire(7)

"He swears he only started gambling recently."

"Justify his behavior all you want, Star. He's a fucking fake."

I press my fingers into my temples. "Stop with all the snarky comments and quips, please. I can't handle it today, okay?"

She shrugs. "Quite frankly, I don't know why you're so cut up over this.  Sure, half-a-million is a lot of money, but you guys have got five  years worth of equity in your house. And Nigel does earn good money-"

"Nigel has re-mortgaged our house. There's no equity in it," I interrupt flatly.         

     



 

This time her mouth drops open.

I swallow hard. "And he's emptied our savings account." I see the  astonished fury building in her face and hurry on with the rest of my  bad news. "He's even sold the apartment in Spain. We have no assets left  to liquidate."

"I could cheerfully kill that bastard," she spits.

"So there is no money to pay the debt, and this man threatened Nigel  with violence last night if he does not settle it immediately."

"Well, the solution to your problem is obvious. Just let the Russian beat the shit out of him," she suggests callously.

"There is another way the debt can get written off." I pause. I can barely let the words leave my mouth.

"Yeah? I'm all ears."

"If  …  if  …  I go to him."

Rosa's eyebrows look like they could shoot completely off her face. "What the fuck? You can't be serious," she splutters.

I just stare at her dumbfounded face.

"Are you telling me that some Russian mobster is willing to write off a loan worth half-a-million in exchange for sex with you?"

"The deal is I have to stay with him for a month."

She leans forward, her eyes glittering. "Do you know this man?"

"No."

Her forehead furrows. "Does he even know what you look like?"

"No."

She leans back and exhales. "How strange. A man who can let one customer  run a debt that massive can have all the pussy in the world he wants,  why would he agree to an arrangement where he doesn't even know what the  woman looks like. No offence, but you could be a frumpy old bag."

"It doesn't make sense to me either," I say slowly. "But Nigel thinks that someone is out to get him."

Her face twists with sarcasm. "Sorry, but how is it revenge on Nigel if you're the one being punished?"

"Don't you see this is their way of hurting him. Everyone knows the best way to hurt Nigel is to hurt me."

She rolls her eyes. "That's very subtle of Nigel's enemy. Still, someone  should tell them that Nigel is an opportunist. If you fell off the  earth tomorrow, he would find a replacement the day after. The best way  to hurt Nigel is to hurt Nigel. Not you."

"What other explanation can there be?"

"Coming to that conclusion based on what you've told me is like  concluding that birds don't eat tigers; therefore, they must eat lions.  There could be any number of reasons why you are part of this sick deal.  I won't be in the least surprised if it was Nigel who offered you up to  save his cowardly skin."





Chapter Nine





Star





I gasp. "That is low. Even for you, Rosa. Nigel is absolutely  devastated. You would be shocked if I told you what his original plan to  sort out this mess was."

Rosa folds her arms and looks at me steadily. "Be good enough to share his brilliant plan with me."

"He was going to arrange for an accident  …  for himself so that I could collect on his life insurance money."

Even saying the words is painful to me, but Rosa bursts out laughing. "And you believed him?"

The way she laughs makes me feel foolish, but I straighten my spine.  Rosa can't be objective about Nigel. Until this morning, Nigel has  always been good to me. "Yes, I did. You should have seen the state he  was in this morning."

"I love you, Star, but honestly, when it comes to Nigel you are just  unbelievably naive. I mean, if I hadn't met you before you got entangled  with him, I would have written you off as an irredeemable bimbo. You  think the sun shines out of his ass. Look at you. Defending him when he  has proven without doubt that you cannot trust a single word that comes  out of his corrupt mouth."

"I know you think I'm really stupid for the way I feel about Nigel, and  I'm fine with that, but how you feel is not the issue here now. I have  to do something. I can't let this man hurt him. He's still my husband,  and I love him."

"Yes, I don't like him. In fact, I detest him. As far as I'm concerned  Nigel is the best reason why I would never support any legislation that  attempts to reduce the age of consent. Adults should never ever be  allowed to have sex with children. It fucks their heads forever."

"I was not a child when Nigel met me," I can't help saying.

"Star," she says fiercely. "You were so damn innocent you hadn't even  made out with a guy properly. He came along, and ruthlessly chased you,  turning your head with his flashy car, expensive presents and bullshit.  It was not enough that he had you, he then set about controlling you,  and completely brainwashing you into his way of thinking."         

     



 

"He doesn't control me," I say hotly.

"No? Hmm  …  Let's see." It is obvious she has a list of accusations and  she starts ticking the first one off on her thumb. "He didn't let you  carry on studying."

"I didn't want to study."

"If you had been living at your dad's house, I know for a fact that you would have carried on with your studies."

I say nothing.

"He doesn't allow you to work."

"Only because I'd just be earning peanuts compared to what he earns," I defend.

"That should be your decision, not his."

"To be honest I agree with him. There's no point in me working as a  clerk somewhere bringing home so little it won't even pay for a good  pair of shoes," I say quietly.

"Yes, you'd be earning peanuts because he stopped you from getting a  good qualification. Fine. Moving on. He doesn't let you go out at night  without him."

"Yes, he does."

"He acts all moody and hurt if you do and makes it so unpleasant you'd rather not."

I stare at the table.

"He doesn't let you wear anything that reveals your cleavage, or your legs, or anything that shows off your shape."

"I don't like dressing too sexily, anyway."

"How would you know what you like? He decided it for you when you were  sixteen years old." She raises her eyebrows in a waiting expression, but  when I say nothing, carries on counting off on her fingers. "He vets  your friends and doesn't allow you to have any men friends."

"I don't want men friends."

"The point is he wouldn't allow it even if you did. He just about tolerates your women friends."

"That's not true."

"Really? How many friends have you got, Star?"

I frown. "There's you and Cindy."

"Yeah, Cindy and me because we are as tenacious as pitbulls. Ask yourself why everybody else has dropped off?"

I shift in my chair. "What do you mean?"

"Did you know that Nigel makes little digs at us when you're not around."

I stare at her. "He does?"

"‘Don't you have a home to go to?' he once asked me."

My jaw hangs open. I know Nigel doesn't really like Rosa, but I never  imagined he would have been so rude to her. "Why didn't you tell me he  said that?"

"That's because I understand your husband better than you do. I knew  exactly what he was doing. He wanted me to run to you and complain. Then  you would be forced to choose between him and me. And of course, being  your husband you'll eventually have to choose him. Psychopaths like him  are always trying to remove their victim's entire support system so I  wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Cindy and I decided we'd play the  waiting game. Men like him have no staying power. We knew the day would  come when he'd find another impressionable teenager, or the scales would  fall from your eyes, and you would need us."

I exhale. It seems I understood nothing of the world around me.

"Worse than anything else he's done, is the fact that he stopped you from pursuing your dream of being a writer."

"I still write," I say quickly.

"Yeah, secretly. When he's not at home."

"It's not because he disapproves or anything. He just doesn't want to share the time he has with me with my writing."





Chapter Ten





Star





"Share you?" She throws her hands up in disgust. "This is what I mean by  saying he's brainwashed you. He is an arch manipulator who doesn't care  for anybody but himself. Nigel loves Nigel. Even now, it may appear to  you as if you are making all the decisions, but believe me you're being  played by him. He wants you to offer yourself up to pay his bill."

"You're wrong, Rosa. An addiction is a disease. Even though you can't see it, it is a real disease."