Unwanted Heat

I close my eyes for a split second, slightly thanking Kenzie for her kind words.

“I never-”

“Shut the fuck up! From the moment you met me the only thing you saw was my checking account balance. I don’t need you, I don’t want you, and I will never want you. Kenzie is everything I will ever need and there is nothing you can do to change that.”

“She can’t be what you need! The press will tear her apart! What do you think they’re going to do when they discover that her mother was a drug addict who couldn’t hold down a job? That her own grandmother didn’t want her? It’s only a matter of time before the press digs into who she really is! Right now, they’re so obsessed with the fact that you’re married, but eventually it will wear off, and they will start to look at who she really is. She can’t be what you need! You need me, Nicholas!”

“I don’t give a fuck what the press thinks or says about Kenzie! What she went through made her the woman I fell in love with. Who the fuck cares what the press thinks?!?!”

“You don’t mean that! You can’t mean that!” she cries out.

“My life has nothing to do with you any longer! You lost that right when you embezzled money from me and attempted to publish details about

PFS that never should have been made public.”

“It was the only way!”

“The only way for what? Why did you steal from me? You had money, plenty of it-you certainly didn’t need mine!”

“I didn’t have any money! Not really anyway…”

“What do you mean you didn’t have any money? Your parents are fucking wealthy!”

“They are, not me! I have a trust fund, but I couldn’t access it until I turned thirty.”

“You worked for your father; you must have been receiving a paycheck-”

“It barely covered my bills! Daddy bought me a condo, but he wouldn’t pay for everything else! I blew through my savings account, buying everything I needed to be the woman you needed by your side. That didn’t come cheaply! The dresses, jewelry, spa treatments, haircuts… it added up!”

“So the answer was to embezzle money from my company? You could have asked me for anything! I would have bought you the dresses, jewelry… whatever the fuck you wanted!”

“You’re right, I should have,” she looks at the knife as she passes it back and forth in her hands.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see several armed police officers silently make their way into the lobby, positioning themselves next to Hunter. Although their presence should relax me, it doesn’t. I don’t think she realizes they are here, but even if she did, I don’t think she would care. She’s all over the place: yelling at Kenzie one minute and then blaming her father for her behavior.

“But it doesn’t matter now,” she says after several minutes of silence.

“What doesn’t matter?” I ask.

“He cut me off,” she answers simply.

“Your father cut you off?”

“He took my trust fund away after the hearing. He bought me a condo, but then said he was done with me. All because of you! The story I was writing about you, was supposed to make him realize that I was a real journalist. It was supposed to make him realize that he could leave me the company when he retired. Instead, you ruined that! You made him hate me!

You-”

“Nicholas didn’t do anything,” Kenzie says calmly. I grip her hand trying to tell her to stop talking, that it will only piss Harper off more. I want so badly to look at her, but I don’t want to take my eyes off the knife in front of me. “You made the choice to steal from him and try to expose his company-”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” she screams, yet Kenzie remains firm by my side, not even flinching.

“Put down the knife,” a police officer says. “You need to put down the knife and come with us.”

“No!” she screams. “Please, Nicholas… I can be what you need. You deserve so much more than she can give you. The press loved you when we were together; I can make them leave you alone. They will love you again; I can do that for you. You can’t-once they find out who she really is, they won’t love her. Please… please… I need you. Let me do this for you; I need to do this for you.”

Her head is bowed, eyes back on the floor mumbling ‘please’ over and over again. I slowly process the scene in front of me; several officers are standing around the lobby with their guns pointed at Harper. At some point Hunter has made his way over to us and is now standing next to Kenzie, his gun still drawn. Carter has also pulled out his gun, however when that occurred exactly I’m not sure. I need to do something; I need for today not to end in bloodshed. As much as I’ve hated her for what she did to me, I’ve never wished for her death.

“You’re right,” I slowly let out the breath I was holding. Hoping that I’m making the right decision and that at some point Kenzie can forgive me, I take her hand from my chest and slowly place it back by her side. I take a small step forward, putting some space between us. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Hunter step closer to me, essentially placing himself in front of Kenzie. “I do need you.”

“You do?” she hiccups and slowly raises her head until her tear filled eyes find mine. I force myself to shut everything else out, to pretend that Kenzie is not standing behind me, watching everything unfold.

“Everything you said was true… I need someone who can get the press off my ass so I can focus on PFS.”

“Yes! I can do that, please, please let me do that for you,” I watch as the false hope hits her eyes.

She thinks she has won: she really thinks in her twisted mind that this fucked up plan is working. She believes that I would throw everything I have with Kenzie away, to get the press off my case again. She doesn’t realize what Kenzie means to me and that I could care less what the fuck the press thinks about her past, when and if, they ever discover it. “I’ll be whatever you need; I’ll go to the Blue Moon with you. I’ll be by your side for the public events and I will be waiting for you every night when you come home from work. I’ll do whatever you want; anything, Nicholas, anything. Please just give me another chance…”

“If I’m going to give you another chance, I need you to do something for me first.”

“Of course, anything. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Put down the knife,” I say firmly. “You know how I feel about guns and look at how many are surrounding me right now. They’re not going to put them away until you get rid of the knife.”

“But…”

“Put down the knife,” I say firmly.

“Okay,” she sighs.

Finally, she leans forward and places it on the tile floor. The moment the she moves away, everything changes at once. The police have her face first on the ground and are putting hand cuffs on her within seconds. When I feel Kenzie’s hands wrap around my waist, hugging me from behind, I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“Kenzie,” my voice more of a whisper than anything else, but somehow she must have heard me. Without saying a word, she eases past Hunter so she is standing in front of me. I wrap my arms around her instantly, pulling her close to me, beyond thankful that she wasn’t hurt. Things could have turned out so differently-Kenzie could have been hurt… again… because of me.

“Mr. Parker, Mrs. Parker, I’m assuming you want to press charges against Ms. Snyder?” the officer asks.

“Yes, to the fullest extent possible,” I answer without hesitation. “She is in direct violation of a restraining order, she threatened my wife, myself and my security team and she broke into my home. I want any and all charges pressed against her.”

“Nicholas! You can’t do this! Please don’t send me back there! I can’t go back to prison. I can’t! Please… please… I’ll do anything! I can’t… I can’t…”

“Nicholas isn’t doing this to you-you are doing it to yourself,” Kenzie says firmly.

“Officer,” I nod in his direction.

“Let’s go, ma’am.”

“Has someone checked with Ben to make sure Cara and Ginny-”

“She’s fine,” Carter quickly assures me. “I’ll be speaking with him as soon as we get things settled here, but they were both escorted safely home.”

“Thank God,” Kenzie sighs into me.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Carter, Kenzie and I need a place to go tonight; we’re not staying at the apartment until we can confirm that it hasn’t been compromised. We need to figure out how she knew we would be here tonight too.” “Yes, sir, I’ve already booked a suit,” he confirms.

“I’ll have a bag waiting the hotel,” Hunter quickly adds.

When Carter nods in my direction, the four of us silently head down the waiting SUV, which we were in not that long ago under much different circumstances. Even though, it’s probably been less than an hour since I sat here holding Kenzie while she slept, it feels like another lifetime. I’m still in complete disbelief at what just happened. I want to demand answers from Carter about how the hell she got into the bakery as the rear door locks automatically, but I know it will take him a little while to get those answers. And right now, my priority needs to be on the beautiful woman who is silently sitting next to me. I wish I knew what she was thinking right now. If I thought she would discuss it, I would ask, but I know she would rather wait until Carter and Hunter weren’t around.

“She knows him,” Kenzie says.

“She knows who?” I ask confused.

“She knows Richard.”