Saving Us (The Billionaire Brothers of NY Duology #1)

8. Gage

CHAPTER 8

Gage

S aturdays were my sacred day. It was the one day of the week I intentionally did not work. The door to my home office remained closed, and I even steered clear of checking my work email. Of course, there was the occasional emergency that required attention. But other than that, it was the one day I kept all for me. My reason was solid: everyone hated Sundays, anyway. That dreaded feeling of having to head back to work the next day was already hanging over your head. Why not get a head start on it all then.

So, Sunday mornings, I would have my coffee at my desk at home. I loved my home office. The natural light it captured was amazing, especially in the mornings. I would pull back the curtains and let it stream in as I propped my feet on the two-hundred-year-old mahogany desk. The townhouse I had temporarily while down at brU last year was not exactly my style. The firm sent a designer down to decorate for me, but it never quite felt like home.

My place in New York, however, was exactly to my taste. It was not what most people my age or of my financial standing normally called home. My brother had his penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side. But me, I loved my brownstone in the West Village. I had a rooftop terrace, a yard, everything to make it a real home.

It was the home that my ex and I made together.

My marriage to Rebecca was supposed to be forever. We met during college at brU and fell in love. We were that couple in college that everyone was jealous of and thought would be together forever. We were together for three years before graduating and moving up to New York. My father loved her as much as I did and wanted her with the company. She and I thought it would be great to work together.

And it was…until it wasn’t.

We spent too much time together. We never had a break from one another. And with a brand-new marriage, that was probably not the best formula.

My father’s solution was to send her to London on assignment.

And the absence did make her heart grow fonder, only it was for someone else.

She met someone, asked for a divorce, and the rest is history.

I never really had time to fall out of love with her, nosediving from love to hate.

But I didn’t fall out of love with my brownstone. Making a few changes was all I needed to do to remove her from the place. It was definitely my safe space, and I loved my weekends here.

But there were certain Saturdays, like this one, I had to work.

Although, if you asked Chase, heading out to a club on a Saturday night was the furthest thing from work. But Chase and I had different definitions of what work was. He wouldn’t be too concerned about the whereabouts of our client, soon to be co-worker, once we arrived at The Velvet Rope.

But until tonight, the day was mine.

First on the agenda, I was heading out for a run. Grabbing my sneakers, I plopped on the sofa to tie them up as my phone vibrated with an incoming text.

Chase - Hey man just a heads up I’m bringing Amanda tonight Maryellen set it up

That was interesting. Why would Maryellen have done that and not arranged someone for me? I quickly checked the calendar to see if I’d missed a note about the night, someone that I was supposed to pick up for the event. But there was nothing noted.

But that left me to deal with the new business associate, which surely was Maryellen’s plan.

Me - Sure, it’ll be good to see her

Amanda is one of Chase’s on-again, off-again girls that he couldn’t ever figure things out with. When they were together, they were great together. He seemed happy, as if he would want to have a relationship with her. But the moment she was gone, he reveled in the peace of being alone. Since Amy, I really think he’d just gotten used to the bachelor life.

God knew I had as well.

Right?