Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(91)

"Victoria!" my mother's voice snapped.

"Mom," I breathed in shock. At this time in my life, my mother was the last person on earth I wanted to have a conversation with. “What do you want, Mother?”

Her voice rose several octaves. “What do I want? What do I want?! Do you have any idea how much shame you’ve put on this family or how much trouble you’ve caused for me?”

“Seriously, Mom? We haven’t spoken in ages, and this is what you choose to call me about? Like, how was I supposed to know that you were married to Tyler’s father? We don’t even talk!”

She acted as if she didn’t even hear me. “You’ve caused me so much embarrassment, Victoria.”

“You’ll be happy to know that Tyler and I are finished,” I cut in, not willing to listen to any more of my mother’s crap. “He’s a womanizing *, so you’d better watch out for James. It probably runs in the family.”

I slammed down the phone.

“The nerve of that woman,” I muttered angrily. How she got a billionaire to ever marry her, I would never know.

“Victoria!” Christine called from her office. “Get in here. NOW.” There was no doubt about it, the witch meant business.

I held in a sigh as I quickly brushed the donut crumbs off of my desk and prepared to go face Christine and muttered, “my life is over.”



Tyler





I should call it off, I thought to myself as I was riding home from work. End it right now and cut my losses.

The way Victoria left the restaurant and had been ignoring my calls said that she was probably considering the same thing.

It’d be for the best, I tried to tell myself. I can’t even think around her. She drives me crazy with lust. I can’t have that. Since Candice, I’ve always been in control.

The fact that I’d sacrifice my position at my own company for a girl I’d only known for a short while? It was insane. My pride was one thing. I hated being told what to do by anyone. It’d always been one of my faults and I’d learned to accept that. But knowing you were fighting a losing battle and continuing to fight anyway—that was plain stupid.

It appeared that Brad wasn’t too keen on any legal battle, and if I put my pride aside, neither was I.

I thought about Brad and the options he laid out for me. Maybe I should just cave in to my dad’s demands, I thought. Let Victoria go and pretend to be what my father wants me to be.

The thought hurt as a sharp pain lanced through my chest. Even the thought of leaving Victoria hurt. I hated it. Fucking hated it. She made me feel weak.

I suddenly had the overpowering urge to see her, to make things right. Feeling that I was making a big mistake, I dug out my cell and speed-dialed her number.

No answer.

It had been the same thing all day.

If I wanted to get a hold of her, I was going to have to be a bit more direct.

"Jonathan," I called to the front of the limo.

"Yes, Master Locklin?"

I ignored his mistake of calling me master again, my mind on Victoria.

"Turn this thing around and take me downtown. There's someone I need to see."



Victoria





"Finally the day is over," I muttered in relief as I grabbed my things. I couldn't wait to go home to my rat hole of an apartment and kick back. My feet were killing me. Walking around in 3-inch heels all day will do that to you.

Too bad I won't have Tyler to rub them for me, I thought sourly. Or have the luxury of relaxing in his loft.

Though I wasn't superficial by any means, that was definitely something I’d miss . . . his beautiful loft, being chauffeured around in a limo, the wining and the dining.

Johnathan was right. Walking out the door and never coming back again would’ve been the best thing I could’ve ever done for myself. I was just too blind to see it until now.

The problem was that my feelings didn’t quite align with what I was trying to tell myself. I felt like I was under a black cloud that was stealing all my sunshine.

"It will pass," I muttered to myself. “Before long, I’ll forget a Tyler Locklin ever existed.”

After making sure everything in Christine’s office was in order, I made my way outside the building.

I’d only gotten two steps out of the front door when a familiar Limo pulled up.

Oh no.

I started to turn away and walk as fast as my sore feet could carry me, but the back door swung open and I went weak in the knees at the sight of Tyler climbing out.

He was dressed in his normal business attire, the outfit most likely costing more than my rent. He had a determined look about him. Even though I was angry as hell, I had to admit—he looked sexy. Fucking hot.

Run, I urged myself. Run and don’t look back. But I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted in place.

“Hey,” Tyler greeted me.

I let out an explosive breath. I was so captivated by the image of him that I’d forgotten to breathe.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, trying to sound as bitchy as possible but failing. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

Even with it being dusk out, I could see the ever-mischievous sparkle in Tyler’s eyes. “You sure about that?”