One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 87

She’s gone. I can hardly believe it. I’m still standing in the foyer, near the window, where I watched my driver take her away, wondering how in the world I’m going to function without Julia here.

I have no idea. Everywhere I look, I’m going to see her. Every room I walk into, I’ll smell her perfume. Every time I lay down in my bed, I’ll feel her beside me. I’ll see her near the pool, at the dining room table, in the gardens. And… in her art room. How can I possibly go into that room again without feeling the ghost of her?

It’s obvious to me that Julia is making a huge mistake, but I can’t change her mind. It was clear to me when I saw her face that she was resolved and wasn’t going to be swayed. The idea of her walking back into that apartment, of her trying to live with Jeff Thompson again, as his wife, makes my skin crawl. I can’t bear to think of him touching her. Tears sting my eyes, and I have to rest my hand against the windowsill to keep from doubling over as a wave of nausea hits me.

"Are you all right sir?" my butler asks me behind me. "Can I get you anything?"

"I’m fine," I say, straightening up and taking deep breaths. I can’t let Jeff Thompson get away with this. I can’t let him win. He doesn’t love her. He just wants to be victorious.

I am more concerned with Julia’s safety at the moment than anything else, so I call Stringer. He answers on the first ring. "I need you to go back to the apartment next to Thompson’s," I say, my voice sounding robotic as I can’t handle thinking about what I’m saying and what all of it means.

"The apartment?" Stringer echoes, clearly stunned. I know he won’t ask a lot of questions, though. "Yes, sir. Of course."

"If you hear anything suspicious at all, do what you need to do. Knock the door down if you must."

"Yes, sir," he says again. "I’ll keep you apprised of the situation."

"Thank you." I hang up and slip my phone back into my pocket, knowing Stringer won’t let me down. I hate to call and tell him his evening is not going to go as planned. He was probably planning on spending the evening with his wife at home. Now, he’ll have to go to a shitty part of town and hang out in a nearly empty apartment, listening through the walls. It’s not a fun job, but he will do it and do it well. I know he will do everything possible to keep Julia safe.

But I don’t know if it’s possible to keep her completely safe because I don’t know exactly what Thompson is capable of. He surprises me at every turn. He is a loose cannon, the sort of person who could go off at any second.