They were all pretty much variations of the same view, like he was cycling from angry to remorseful and back again. It was another thing that reminded me of my mother. It was what she did after going on a bender and making a fool out of herself. She would throw blame at me and then she would apologize and when it was all over, my head would be so messed up that I wouldn’t know for sure who really had been at fault.
The messages went on for days and they got more desperate and angrier with each day that passed. It was beginning to look like I’d have to change my number to get him to leave me alone. I couldn’t make myself pick up the phone and talk to him, and it got even worse or at least more embarrassing when I got a call from first Rose and then Myra. He was calling the café, telling them that he knew I would have told them where I was going, and begging them to tell him, or at least to tell me to call him. Rose said that he would start out as sweet, sad and charming and by the end of the conversation, he would become angry and somewhat rude. I apologized profusely which of course they both told me was unnecessary. I wanted to tell him to stop calling them, but I was still afraid to call him back. I knew that I didn’t have the strength. He would be remorseful and charming and before I knew it I would be right back in the same situation. I had to make a clean break. Myra told me that he’d actually come in one day and got a little confrontational. But like Rose, she told me they were “handling it” and for me not to apologize or worry. They were really good friends.
The day after I’d talked to Myra, I got a call from a nurse at my mother’s facility.
“Miss Valentine, this is Nurse Jacobs. I’m sorry to bother you…”
“It’s fine, Is my mother okay?” I asked. I was worried that she’d gotten sick, but more worried that she had managed to get drunk.
“No, she’s fine. I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s just that a gentleman showed up this afternoon.” My mind went straight to Aiden. Dear God, how did he find out about Mom and how did he know where she was? I realized then that the nurse was still talking. She said, “He was very polite, but he was asking for confidential information. He wanted your contact number and/or your address. When I told him he couldn’t have that, he wanted to talk to your mother. I explained to him that she couldn’t have visitors yet, so he left, but I thought I should let you know.”
“I appreciate that, thank you for keeping our confidentiality. Did he get confrontational with you at all?”
“Oh no, like I said, he was polite and respectful, just disappointed that I wouldn’t tell him anything.”
“I’m really sorry,” I said. I could feel my face flush red. I hoped they wouldn’t hold my “relationship” issues against my mother.
“It’s no problem, Miss Valentine, it happens more often than you think.” I was at least glad to hear that. I thanked her again and hung up. That was when I knew I had to go talk to Aiden. He had to leave the people I cared about alone. I gathered every ounce of courage within me and I took a cab to the penthouse. When I got there, his doorman acted shocked to see me. Aiden must have said something to him about what to do if I showed up. He told me that Mr. Scott was at the office but I could wait in the lobby and he would call him. I politely declined, knowing full well that he called him as soon as I left. I took another cab downtown to Scotto Enterprises. I’d never been there before and the building itself was slightly overwhelming. It had to be over thirty stories high and it was all one company. I couldn’t wrap my head around running a business of this size. I definitely got a renewed respect for what he did every day. I got there and pulled the heavy glass door to the lobby open just in time to nearly run head on into Aiden rushing out.
“Holly, I just got a call that you were at the penthouse.”
“I was, now I’m here. We need to talk.”
“Yes, we do,” he said, getting over his surprise to see me. “Let’s go up to my office.”
We got on the elevator and I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he had a lot to say. I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to hear any of it. I wasn’t surprised to find out that his office was on the top floor as well. We got off the elevator and I realized that it wasn’t only on the top floor; it was the entire top floor. He had a receptionist, or secretary who sat behind a short partition a few steps beyond the elevator. I could see her eyeing me curiously, but only when Aiden wasn’t looking. He opened the door to his office. It was the largest office that I’d ever seen. It had a full bar, literally like the bar you would see in a restaurant, a pool table, a sink area with all the kitchen amenities you could think of, a large oak table with six chairs around it and a huge desk that sat right up against the glass wall that looked out over the Manhattan skyline.
“Have a seat,” he said, indicating to the full couch also in the room. I sat, nervously. My resolve to stand up to him and/or tell him I was pregnant was fading. “So, have you come to ask me to let you return to the penthouse?”
I had to force the words to come out, “No, Aiden. I’m not coming back.” His face registered first shock and then anger.
“I’ve invested quite a bit of time and money in you Holly.”
That was exactly what I thought he might say and it gave me back my determination.
“I apologize for your time,” I told him but without much conviction. I can’t give that back. I can give the money back though. Give me an accounting of what I owe you in dollars and cents and I will begin making payments to you right away until it’s all paid back.”
He snorted and said, “I don’t want your money, Holly. It’s not about the money.”
“You just said that it was,” I realized that we were only sniping at each other. “This isn’t why I came here.”
“Why did you come here?” he asked. I had it on the tip of my tongue, I swear. I was going to tell him that I was carrying his baby but just as I was about to spit it out he said, “Are you holding out for more money? Is that your angle here?”
I was appalled, but I laughed. It was absurd that he’d known me for the past two months, lived with me, talked to me, seen me with my friends and through all of that he had not discovered that wasn’t at all what I was about. I suppose that meant he was paying very little attention.
“I am so insulted I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“Maybe try a little truth,” he said, like maybe I’d been lying to him about things all along. Granted, I did lie about the pregnancy, but so far he didn’t know about that one.
Angry, I responded, “No, Aiden. I do not want more money. I came here to ask you to please leave my friends and family alone. Some of them genuinely don’t know where I am staying and the ones who do are very loyal and would never tell you, no matter what you offer them. So please, just leave them alone. You and I and this deal are over. Like I said, get me an accounting of what I owe you and I’ll send you weekly payments. It may take me a while because I won’t be able to afford large amounts.”
He raised only one eyebrow and said, “I really don’t want your money but if it will make you feel better about yourself, okay. Where should I send this accounting?”
I handed him a piece of paper. I was prepared for him asking that. It had a P.O. Box number on it. He laughed and said, “Are you treating me like a stalker now?”
“You showing up at a facility my mother is receiving treatment at when you shouldn’t even have a clue that she’s there makes you look like one, among other things.”
“I’m sorry about that, truly. I realized that was a mistake as soon as I did it. I’m glad they didn’t let me talk to her. I wouldn’t have wanted to frighten her. I’m not a monster, really. I just wanted so badly to talk to you Holly.” I stood up.
“It’s funny, but now that I came here and you finally have the chance to talk to me, you have nothing new to say.”
He glared at me and said, “I’ll have my assistant send you a bill.” I could feel the heat of his stare on my back all the way out of the office and into the elevator.