Tempted by the Billionaire(21)
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“It’s time, isn’t it?”
Willow couldn’t look at him. She knew that one glimpse of his handsome face would cause her to break into tears. The trauma and the emotion of the last twenty four hours were too much to bear. The desperation first of Matt’s revelation: that he was returning to Manhattan, followed swiftly by the statistically improbable discovery of Annabeth, and all the media hubbub that had followed. And finally, this moment. This farewell.
“I’ve waited as long as I can. The meeting’s this afternoon. I have to go, Willow.” He crouched down on his haunches, bringing his face level with hers. He willed her to look at him, but still, she stared at the grass beneath them.
“So that’s it,” she said quietly, closing her eyes. She’d told herself she wouldn’t cry, but hot tears squeezed out of her eyes now and fell unchecked down her face.
“Oh, baby.” He kneeled up and kissed her cheek, tasting her salty sadness and wishing he could remove that pain. “Come with me.”
“No.” She shook her head, and her lower lip trembled with emotion. “My life is here.” Though mentally she wondered, what life? Despite her best intentions, she’d become a weak, dependent limpet.
A million and one things ran through his mind. But none of them sufficiently explained how he felt. He just knew that walking away from Willow felt all kinds of wrong. He wanted her to come with him. Or he wanted her to wait for him to come back. He didn’t know what he wanted. He kissed her softly on the lips and stood, before the kiss could become anything deeper.
I love you, she thought, as he walked away. And she was glad, days later, that she hadn’t said it. Because he didn’t love her. How could he? Not if he was prepared to leave her.
He had liked her and desired her, but that was it.
And as with Ashton, Willow had to pick up the pieces of her life and move forward any way she could.
Only this was so much worse than with Ashton.
Because she realised now she’d never loved him. Not like this. With Matt, her whole body, soul, spirit and mind had been co-opted. She’d lost the ability to think of herself as a single unit. She saw herself as his match; his partner; his complementing being. And he’d walked away from her.
Days after he’d strode purposefully away from what they’d shared, Willow stared at the pregnancy test with an ache deep in her gut.
It was a deep twist of cruelty that fate had conspired to draw them together permanently, when Matt had found it so easy to separate their lives. He’d cut the cord of what they’d shared as though it meant nothing. And unbeknownst to both of them, a tiny little life form had clung to the fabrics of what they’d been.
“Jeez, Willow, I thought you might have passed out. I’ve been knocking and knocking and you didn’t say anything.”
Willow continued to stare at the two accusing lines of the pregnancy test. Bright and unmistakable, they judged her for that first, heady night of passion, when precautions had been the last thing on either of their minds.
“Are you okay?”
Anna’s voice seemed to be coming to Willow from very far away. Willow turned slowly, the test heavy in her hands, as she stared at her best friend.
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Anna’s eyes dropped lower, to the tell-tale white stick. Anna had seen enough of them to recognise it instantly. She blanched, visibly, but Willow was too shell-shocked to notice.
“Willow? Are you… are you pregnant?” She reached over and pulled the test from Willow’s hands. She stared first at the two lines, and then at Willow, the hurt betrayal in her features unmistakable.
“I guess so.” Willow let out a strangled cackle, though it wasn’t at all funny. She reached behind her, for support, and found the bench. She propped her back against it, and tried to comprehend what this meant.
“I’m pregnant.”
“But… how? Who? I mean, how?”
Willow shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
“You’re not even seeing anyone. Oh my God, did you have dream sex and get a baby?” Anna’s own barren womb sent her emotions rioting in all the wrong directions. “How could you do this to me?”
Willow’s dark eyes widened. “I… Oh, Anna…” She reached for her friend, but Anna jumped out of her reach. The blonde threw the pregnancy test across the kitchen and ran down the hallway.
“Don’t touch me!” She screamed over her shoulder. “I never want to see you again!” She sobbed, as she slammed the front door emphatically behind her.
As if Willow didn’t feel bad enough, a wave of guilt crashed through her. She and Matt had been very careful after that first night. Meaning it had taken hardly any trying at all for them to fall pregnant. As opposed to Isaac and Anna who’d been jumping through conception hoops without success for years.
Willow was in a state of total shock, but Anna’s reaction punctuated her own fog of emotions. She picked up her phone and dialled Isaac’s number.
“Well, if it isn’t the lady of the hour.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Isaac, you need to come home.”
“What is it, Willow?” He immediately switched his tone, from jocular to serious.
“It’s Anna.”
“What’s happened?” His tone was rushed; he was out of his chair and moving before he’d voiced the question.
“I’m pregnant.”
“What?” He stopped walking and stared at the bright white wall of his office. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes. And I really don’t want to talk about that. But Anna just walked in a second after I’d done the test. She saw it. She’s… devastated.”
He nodded. “I’m coming home. Willow, this isn’t your problem. It’s not your fault. You have every right to live your life.”
“Thanks, Isaac.” She disconnected the call and moved, blindly, towards her sofa. She sunk into it and stared out of the window, towards her hot tub.
She sat there until the daylight faded to night. There were too many clouds that night for stars. And the clouds perfectly echoed how she felt. The cruellest irony of all was loving a man who didn’t love her back. Far worse though was the knowledge that they’d made a life together.
She put a hand over her stomach, feeling the burgeoning life inside her with an ache of emotion.
“I will love you,” she whispered into her dark home, towards her still-flat stomach. “You are mine.”
She leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes.
When she awoke, it was morning, and the events of the previous day came back to her as though they were a dream. For the briefest moment she almost thought they were. Until she saw the pregnancy test, lying against the wall where Anna had flung it.
This was no dream. Not even a nightmare. This was real life.
She sucked in a deep breath and made a split-second decision.
She had to tell him.
Matt had walked away from her, but he still deserved to know.
* * *
“I’m sorry, Miss St Clare, but Mr McCain is only available by appointment.”
Willow looked at the beautiful red head with an expression of cool disdain. She hadn’t taken two flights across the country, and almost come to an early death at the hands of a possessed cab driver hooning through Manhattan as though it were a race-track, to be turned away by a snooty administrative assistant.
“Then I will make an appointment,” she ground out, balling her hands into fists by her side and refusing to be disheartened. This was far too important to fail. “When will Mr McCain be free?”
The red head shot Willow a withering glance before consulting her MacBook. “The nineteenth of September.”
Willow couldn’t help the splutter that crossed her lips. “That’s a month away.”
Red shrugged coldly. “As I said, he’s a busy man.”
“Yes, I understand that.” Willow lifted her hands to the highly sheened timber bench. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you let Mr McCain know that Willow St Clare is here to see him? If he can’t free up five minutes for me, I’ll leave immediately. Otherwise you’re going to be stuck with me staring at you all day.”
The receptionist was unimpressed. “I can’t bother him with every person who wanders in here wanting an appointment.”
“Believe me, I’m not every person,” Willow responded archly. “Pick up the phone and tell him I’m here, or I suspect you’ll find yourself out of a job.”
The red head, whether convinced by Willow or not, evidently found something in Willow’s nature that demanded obedience. She picked up the phone and waited for it to connect.
Matt was brooding. The view of Manhattan was spectacular, but he barely noticed it. He glared out at the cluster of high-rises, wondering what he ever saw in the view. Surely it was nothing compared to the spectacular majesty of the ocean. And Willow.
He closed his eyes as her face drifted before him. Not the way she’d been on that final encounter. No. He always remembered her as happy. The smile that had spread from ear to ear, washing her skin with pleasure. He groaned as the phone continued to hound him. All day, he’d had meeting after meeting, and all he’d wanted was to call Willow and beg her to reconsider. To come to Manhattan.