Billionaire's Contract Engagement (Kings of the Boardroom #3)(53)

“Thank you.”

He still looked supremely puzzled. “For what?”

“For opening my eyes. I’ve been so very blind to what was in front of me all along.”

He grinned crookedly. “Well, okay. Do me a favor and the next time Adam and Dalton start riding my ass, you remind them that I opened your eyes. Whatever that means.”

She smiled back. “What it means is that I’m through trying to please others. I’m through caring what they think about me. The only people in this world who matter to me already believe the best of me.

What more do I need?”

“Don’t let these bastards get you down, Cece. You’re right. We love you to pieces and nothing anyone ever insinuates is going to change that. Furthermore, I know good and damn well that the girl I helped raise isn’t a manipulative, calculating bitch who doesn’t care who she hurts on her way up the corporate ladder.”

She hugged him again. “Thank you, Noah. You have no idea what that means to me.”

He leaned away, still holding her arms. “So what about Evan?”

She pressed her lips together. “He told me not to bother crawling back if I changed my mind. Well, too bad. I made a mistake. It’s not the end of the world. We all make them. I’m sure he’s made his share.

He was angry and I’m sure he didn’t mean half of what he said. I’m going to make him listen to me. Then I’m going to take the leap and tell him I love him and hope like hell that doesn’t make him run for cover.”

Noah touched her cheek in a tender gesture. “If he does, he’s a fool who doesn’t deserve you.

Remember that, okay?”

She glanced down at her rumpled appearance. She shuddered to think what her hair looked like. She’s spent the last three days moping.

“I need to go jump in the shower and then I have some apologizing to do in person.”

Noah got up, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Good luck.”

He held his hand out to help her up. She hurried inside, determined not to waste another minute without telling Evan she was sorry and that she loved him.

She took a while in the shower mainly because she was working out just what she wanted to say to Evan. Simple vanity also made her want to look her absolute best. I mean, who went and groveled when they looked like a hag with a hangover?

She pulled on a robe and twisted a towel around her hair. Then she walked through her bedroom and into the hall on her way to the kitchen. She needed something to eat, and she needed to tell her dad she’d be leaving in the next hour.

When she rounded the corner into the living room, she looked up and nearly fell over in shock. There, sitting on her father’s couch, was Evan. Noah and her father were nowhere to be found.

“Oh, no,” she whispered. “No, no, no.” This wasn’t supposed to be the way she confronted him.

She turned, intending to make a mad dash for her bedroom and shut the door until she could make herself presentable. He caught her before she’d gone three steps.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms. “No, Celia, don’t go. Please.”

She moaned in frustration. “Dammit, Evan. You’ve ruined everything. I was going to look nice when I came to apologize. Now I’m in my bathrobe and my hair is all wet and in a towel. I don’t even have any makeup on.”

Then it hit her. What was he doing here? At her dad’s? How had he even known where to find her and, moreover, why would he care?

He chuckled and pulled her even closer. “I don’t give a damn what you look like. I need to talk to you.

Personally I don’t think you’ve ever looked better to me.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you doing here, Evan? How did you know where to find me?

I was about to leave to go find you.”

“Then it’s good we found each other,” he said softly.

He tugged her back into the living room. “Come sit with me, Celia. Please. There’s so much I need to say to you.”

“Ditto,” she murmured.

She let him pull her down beside him on the couch, even if she was still horrified by the fact she was wearing a robe, with nothing on underneath, and she was wearing a wet towel on her head, for God’s sake.

But when she looked at him, she promptly forgot all that. All she knew was that she loved this man, and she’d do anything to make things right between them.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a low, shaky voice.

He pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh. I don’t want to hear that word cross your lips. It’s me who is sorry. I was an ass. I said despicable things to you.”

Her eyes widened, and she felt the ridiculous urge to cry again, as if she hadn’t done enough of that in the last few days.

“First, I want to talk about this,” he said as he drew out the dreaded newspaper clipping from his pocket.

She froze, her stomach seizing with dread.

“Don’t look like that. I don’t believe a word of it. But it’s obviously an important part of your past. It hurt you and it’s affected a good portion of our relationship. I want you to tell me what really happened.”

Her lips trembled and she twisted her hands nervously in her lap. “I got out of college, intending to rule the world. I moved to New York. I loved it there. Such a big, busy city, and I was away from home, away from my family. At the time that was important to me. I was stupid.”