Love Drunk (Broken Lives Book 4) Page 14

  I liked her.

  She picked up straight away, “Look, Georgie, I’m not coming back. I already told you I refuse to work with him again.”

  “Don’t lemme drive you away,” I said. “I’m no longer there, so you don’t hafta leave on my behalf.”

  “Dante? How’d you get my number?”

  “My manager. So, you goin’ back to work?”

  “No, and it’s not you I’m avoiding.”

  “Who, then?”

  “My ex.”

  “I’m supposedly your ex.”

  “My more recent one. I can’t work with him anymore.”

  “I thought you loved your work.”

  “No, I liked it, but not enough to put up with him, and why are you calling me? I made it pretty clear—”

  “Yeah, yeah, I fucked up your life, like I fuck up everything, but you still can’t put all of this on me, and it’s not like women haven’t fucked me over. You just hafta roll with the blows, taking both the good and the bad—”

  “Dante,” she said, cutting me off. “Other than this pep talk, why are you calling me?”

  “I have a job for you. See... take the good with the bad, the bad bein’ me, the good bein’ the job, a really well-paying one...” I continued to babble about it, unable to stop myself, the chick for some reason making me nervous, which I didn’t get why, because chicks didn’t usually make me nervous. No, I did know why. I wanted her to take the fucking job.

  She cut me off again, “Why would you have a job for me?”

  “My manager wants someone to babysit me, so I don’t fall off the wagon.”

  “Why me in particular?”

  “You’re a counsellor, plus you can help me get my memory back, and... you can help me remember why I loved you.”

  She went silent.

  “You still there?”

  “Yes,” she replied softly. “Why do you want to know that?”

  “Cos I wanna know whether it wuz a child’s love or real love. Do ya think I loved you for real or wuz it just a crush?” I asked, curious.

  “It was real.”

  “Then take the job and help me get my memory back.”

  “That’s dangerous.”

  “How the hell can it be dangerous?”

  “Like your father said, bad memories will come with the good ones.”

  “You said that the bad memories weren’t to do with you, so we’ll just concentrate on what we did together.”

  “I still don’t know whether it’s a good idea.”

  “Am I really that unbearable to be around?” I asked, a touch hurt.

  “No, you’re not unbearable.”

  “Then take the...” I cut myself off before I swore at her. Even though I understood why she was being difficult, she was still winding me the fuck up. Regardless, I breathed out to calm myself down, not wanting to scare her off. “Then how ’bout you come in and see what the job involves,” I said instead. “Check out the pay. Also, check out the recording studio I’ll be working at, cos it’s bloody amazing. And I know you like music—”

  “How do you know I like music?”

  “Everyone likes music. And if ya work for me, you’ll get to see the inside of a studio.”

  “Fine, I’ll check the job out, but no promises I’ll take it.”

  “That’s all I ask. I’ll sort out a time, and text you with the details.”

  “Okay, Dante.”

  “Sweet.” Smiling, I said bye and hung up.

  A flash of movement caught my eye, pulling my attention to the doorway. Jade was standing in it. He looked resigned, a sadness in his eyes. “I hope she’s the one,” he said.

  He walked off, leaving me sitting on the couch, unsure I would ever find the one.

  18

  Clara

  I pulled up to the address that Dante had given me, the place definitely not what I’d expected. It was a superb two-story Italian-styled villa in Herne Bay, one of the most expensive suburbs in Auckland, if not the whole of New Zealand. I double-checked the address on my phone, the number and street definitely matching. Wondering how on earth a South Auckland boy had ended up in a suburb like Herne Bay, I got out of my Civic and ran my hands over my smart skirt and blouse, hoping I looked presentable enough for the interview. Dante had texted that a producer would be interviewing me, making me realise that this wasn’t just about Dante wanting to ‘hang out’ with me.

  It was a real job.

  I took a deep breath in and headed for the gate, not sure why I was doing this, willingly walking into the lion’s den once more. No, I knew why, I didn’t want to go to work. The thought of even looking at Simon, let alone speaking to him after what he’d done, made me feel sick to the stomach. Yeah, I was a coward for running, but I had the right to deal with it however I damn well pleased. Though, it also showed me that maybe I didn’t like my counselling job as much as I’d thought I had. First, I tried to take a month off when Dante turned up, and now I was leaving because of Simon, grasping at the first job I was offered.

  Or maybe the real reason I was here was because I wanted to see Dante again. I also wanted to apologise for my embarrassing outburst the day before. I shouldn’t have blamed him, because I could’ve said no to him like I’d said no to Simon. This was on my head, not Dante’s.

  Taking in another calming breath, I took to the steps of the grand house and pressed the doorbell. Waiting nervously for it to be answered, I patted my hair, which I’d pulled back into a bun, hoping that whoever interviewed me didn’t mind that it was pink. At the clinic people liked it, but I wasn’t sure a P.A. position would suit my quirky style. Well, at least I was wearing one of my smart teaching suits, which I only pulled out for interviews.

  Footsteps approached the other side of the door, then it pulled open. A stunning woman with a mix of orange and blonde hair smiled out at me so sweetly I automatically smiled back. She was about my height, but with a willowy body, her long, flowing blouse hanging loosely over her leather-clad legs.

  “Hello,” she said, her accent having a slight lilt to it, reminding me of the Welsh side of my family. “From Jade’s description, I’m assuming you’re Clara?”

  I nodded. “Hi,” I replied back, wondering whether she was Dante’s manager’s girlfriend. No, that man had sounded gay, which could mean... I swallowed, hoping she wasn’t Dante’s girlfriend. I hadn’t thought of that, had just assumed he was single with the way he acted around me, especially after he’d asked for a blow job, but... His file had stated he was a sex addict, although I wasn’t so sure about that, since a sex addict would’ve taken up Candace’s offer. Maybe someone else had filled out his form, some of the things said in there rather horrifying, not something I’d admit to if I was him.

  The woman smiled wider, kindness in her eyes. “There’s no need to be nervous, Clara,” she said, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

  I entered the house, noticing a staircase off to my right, the walls a snowstorm of white. The woman indicated to a doorway on my left. I followed her direction, finding more white in the lounge, along with a rather eye-opening painting of two naked men above the fireplace.

  The woman indicated to the sofa. I sat down, moving my bag to my lap, wondering where the producer was.

  The woman sat down in a chair on my right, giving me another soft, friendly smile. “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m L, Jade Park’s friend. I’m involved with writing and producing a lot of Dante’s songs, as well as playing the guitar on his album. Well, when we start recording, that is.”

  I held back my surprise, my assumptions about her totally off. I’d just assumed when I’d been told I’d be interviewed by a producer, some old guy in a suit would see me, not a rock chick younger than myself. She looked in her mid-twenties, the fact she was a producer at such a young age impressing me immensely.

  She continued, “I’m glad Dante’s ready to work. I was concerned he would be out of commission for a while. I think the idea of him havin
g a helper to make sure he stays sober and out of women’s beds is a very good idea.”

  My eyebrows shot up. “Out of women’s beds?”

  She shifted about in her seat, appearing uncomfortable with my question. “When he’s sober, he’s fine. He’ll flirt with everyone, it’s just his nature, which I’ve been told you’re aware of, but when he drinks...” She shook her head. “That’s an entirely different matter altogether. He loses all self-control, and is easily taken advantage of. When that happens, he usually ends up a complete mess, unable to function. Then the cycle is repeated, and his behaviour grows more concerning. The last time he drank to excess he had a mental breakdown, which is why he ended up in your clinic.”

  I blinked, surprised it had gotten that bad, Dante’s behaviour not suggesting any of that, other than his flirtatious nature. Maybe he was putting on a front, like he’d done when he was younger, just was better at hiding things now.

  “His file didn’t mention a breakdown,” I said, “only his excessive drinking, womanising, and his dabbling in porn.”

  “Porn?” she asked, looking confused.

  “Yeah, his file at the rehab said he did porn.”

  She frowned. “Well, if he did, I’m sure his manager wouldn’t have included that in his file. I’ll mention it to Jade, get him to check it out.” She jotted something down on her notepad. Once done, she raised her gaze. “Let’s move on with my questions. I’m curious about why you left your counselling job.”

  “Actually... I haven’t quit, I’ve taken time off, though I really don’t want to go back.”

  “Why?”

  “Another counsellor did something that upset me,” I replied, unable to hold back a grimace at the memory.

  “Upset you how?”

  I bit my lip, not really wanting to tell her.

  She pushed up from her seat and sat down next to me. “Did this person hurt you?”

  I didn’t reply, not understanding how we’d even gotten onto the topic.

  She placed a hand over mine, then appeared to have second thoughts, removing it, L’s concern clear. “You don’t have to tell me anything, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here whether you want this job or not.”

  I nodded, taken aback a complete stranger would offer something like that.

  She smiled at me reassuringly, averting her gaze for a moment, a gentle shyness coming through her actions. “I see why Dante likes you so much,” she said, not looking away this time. “He told me that even if you turned up in a hooker outfit, I was to give you the job.”

  I snorted out a laugh, unable to help myself, Dante’s colourful language always amusing me.

  She smiled wider. “You’re one brave woman for wanting to work for that man. I could never do it. Well, not as a P.A., because I obviously still have to work on the album with him. I just wouldn’t want to have him as a boss. He’s rather intimidating.”

  My eyebrows shot up. “Dante intimidating? I’ve never thought of him in that way. He can make me feel uncomfortable at times, but I’ve never felt intimidated.”

  “I feel intimidated by tall, muscular men. It’s one of my problems, not anyone else’s. But he’s my best friend’s employee and friend, not to mention the brother of someone very dear to me, so I endure him,” she said, her eyes sparkling, the emphasis on endure sounding tongue in cheek.

  “Endure is an apt word for Dante. He can be a handful.”

  She nodded. “Which is why I’m so surprised his brother is the complete opposite.” Her expression went dreamy. “Ash is the stoic type, not at all like Dante.”

  I didn’t reply, the woman obviously having a thing for Dante’s brother.

  She shook her head, another smile pulling at her lips. “Well, you’re something else,” she said, “because I never feel comfortable talking to people, and here I am talking to you as though you’re my friend.” She patted my hand and leaned towards the coffee table, picking up a folder of papers. She held it out for me to take. “Here’s Dante’s timetable, as well as the job description and salary you’ll receive if you accept the job. Please let me know as soon as possible whether you’re happy with everything, because I need to hire someone quick.”

  I went to open the folder.

  She placed a hand over mine, stopping me. “You can look at that after you leave, I have just enough time to show you your room if you accept the job.”

  “My room?”

  Realisation crossed her face. “Didn’t Dante tell you that this is a live-in position?”

  I shook my head, a touch stunned by her words. I would be living with Dante!

  “Will that be a problem? Because it’s a requirement. You’ll need to be on hand if Dante goes off the rails.”

  “Oh... I suppose that makes sense,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. I hadn’t considered this situation, not even an iota. Also, I’d lived with Georgie ever since I’d gotten out of prison, even in prison. I’d never even contemplated leaving her behind. If anything, I’d thought that she would leave me, marrying some hot guy, while I grew into a bitter old spinster who she visited with her hoard of kids. We’d joked about it, although to me it was a very real possibility.

  L nodded, “Which is why the room is next to Dante’s. Let me show you it. It’s rather lovely.”

  She pushed out of her seat, indicating for me to follow her. I did, leaving the lounge in a daze, walking up the staircase on automatic, the room she’d brought me to so much larger than my one at home. It was filled with dainty antique furniture and a king-sized bed, breaking up the snowstorm of white.

  L opened the door on the south-facing wall, which was tucked in the corner of the room. She indicated for me to follow her, disappearing through it, which surprised me, since I’d assumed the door was for a wardrobe. I stepped through the opening and into another room, this one much more masculine-looking. A poster of Bob Marley was pinned up on the wall, along with an Avenged Sevenfold poster, an image of a surfer riding the waves, and a half-naked woman leaning over a motorbike. There was also a couple of surfboards in the corner, as well as two guitars, one electric, one acoustic.

  L patted a dark wood cabinet. “Your job will also involve making sure that Dante doesn’t stash any drugs or alcohol. Just before he went into rehab, the maid found a bag of pills hidden in his mattress, along with some bottles of alcohol in the back of his wardrobe. He’s got more addictions than fingers and toes. You’ll need to make sure he stays clean, whether it’s stopping him from downing pills, drinking, or sleeping around, it’s all part of the job. A tough one, considering who you’ll be watching over, but an important one. We all love Dante. He’s like a younger brother to me, while Jade is besotted with him. If he could, he’d marry the man.” She smiled sadly. “Pity for him Dante’s not that way inclined.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, and you’ll have to scan all his phone calls, blocking certain women, such as his ex. She’s not to go anywhere near Dante. Don’t let Dante know that, this is on Jade’s orders, that’s his manager and the record company owner.” She tapped the folder I was holding. “That’s if you take the job, but quite frankly, once you see the pay, I’m sure you’ll say yes.”

  She turned, heading out the door. I followed her downstairs, stopping at the entrance.

  She held out a slim hand. “It was very nice meeting you, Clara. I hope you accept the position. If you do, you can start working straight away.”

  I shook her hand. “Thank you, and it was nice meeting you too, L.”

  She gave me a friendly smile and opened the front door. “Have a nice day, Clara.”

  I replied with, “Likewise” then stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air as she closed the door behind me. I felt a little better after seeing her, the woman having put me at ease. I just wished it was her I was working for instead of Dante, because that man... I exhaled, knowing I was setting myself up for a fall, just unable to step away from the crevice.

  I quickly walked to my car and got in, opening the fold
er, curious about the salary. Spotting numbers, I pulled the sheet out, my mouth dropping to the floor at what I saw, the salary astronomical.

  “Good Lord!” I gasped, not believing what I was seeing. My counselling job didn’t even pay half of that, and not with accommodation included. I leaned back against my seat, what was happening so surreal, this past week surreal.

  My phone rang, making me jump in my seat. I looked at the number, recognising the clinic’s. I let it go through to voicemail, not wanting to speak to Simon or anyone there for a few days. I grimaced, feeling guilty for abandoning my patients, but...

  I wasn’t as important as Georgie made me out to be, because any of the counsellors were more than capable of looking after my patients, and if I really needed to, I could visit them when Simon wasn’t working. I still couldn’t believe he’d given me the job just so he could go out with me. I hadn’t accepted his invitations for dinner for a long time, not interested in getting into another relationship, but he’d persisted, to the point where I’d eventually warmed to him, totally oblivious to what he was really like. Simon had hidden his nasty side so well, what he’d said about Dante and his father still angering me. Yes, Dante’s father was horrible, but to put him down just because he was in a relationship with a man? For goodness’ sake! My father was married to a man! Which meant that Simon wasn’t just insulting Dante’s father, he was insulting mine.

  I looked back down at the pay for the P.A. position, knowing I was never going to be offered something as well paid as this again, and I could still use my counselling skills on Dante. He needed my help, wanted it too.

  My phone started ringing again, Georgie’s number coming up this time. Knowing I couldn’t avoid her calls forever, I answered with a, “Don’t bite my head off.”

  “And why shouldn’t I?” she snapped. “Simon told me you took off. What happened?”

  “Something I’d much rather not talk about, other than I’ve been offered another job, one that pays...” She screeched at how much I said, causing me to move the phone away from my ear.