Ugo snorted, pressing her ignore button. Daisy swallowed past the lump in her throat. "You gave a wonderful speech tonight, Brett. It enjoyed every bit of it." He sucked in a sharp breath and shoved a hand through his hair. Abruptly, he cursed under his breath pulling his vibrating phone out of his pocket, he glanced at the screen. "I have to go, Daiz." His gaze caught hers and held it for a while. His fingertips drifted over her cheek. "I’ll call you, please." He eyes held a plea but his face didn't and then he was gone. "Do you want to stay?" Ugo asked quietly. "No." "I’ll take you home, then." Ugo said calmly."No, don’t." Daisy insisted.She wanted to be alone for a bit. Soak herself in a hot bath, take a few glasses of wine and pull herself out of her self-induced misery. "You should stay here. It might be good for your career. We will talk when you get home. If not today, tomorrow. I’m seriously going to need the solitude." Ugo nodded. Her gaze darted over her friend's face
"Daisy." Ugo called out when her friend shuffled into the living room the next morning. Dressed in nothing but a loose robe, Ugo lay stretched out on the sofa with her feet crossed and propped on the table. "How was your night?" Daisy gave her the thumbs-up and headed into the kitchen for coffee. She paused when her eyes caught the beautiful arrangement of Daisies and lilies on the side stool beside Ugo. "Chef did it again?" Daisy asked, smiling. "I should meet that man, he's a born-romantic. I want to tell him thank you."Smiling, Ugo shook her head. "Those are not from Chef. They came in for you about an hour ago.""Know who sent them?""I didn't check." Ugo replied. "But I guess it's between band-boy Ray or Lexington.""You always have a name waiting. What's band-boy Ray for crying out loud."She shrugged. "Makes it easy to know who I'm talking about." "A Sunday delivery." Daisy said picking up the bouquet. "So Intentional and super pricey. I wonder who sent these." She plucked t
"Did Lexington say that to you?" Again, fury laced Ugo's quiet question. No. But he once told me he doesn't sleep with his female friends and he’s got issues with women wanting more than a good time, so he keeps the women he bangs and the women he hangs out with in two separate camps." She took another sip of her coffee. "I told him back then the setup wasn’t going to work for me and he said he’d make some adjustments, but in the end, he turned out to be one of those guys who’ll say whatever he has to in order to get what they want.""What the hell! Lexington fucking did you dirty. Why did you let him an inch near you again.""Maybe growth, I'm not sure. But I thought I've grown past all that. I thought he wouldn't have that strong effect on me again.""Does he?"Daisy nodded. "Not as strong as before. I can say no now. But if I don't step away, I might loose the will to say no.""Does he stop when you say no?" Daisy nodded."Maybe he just want another chance. Let's see it from a com
Daisy knew she needed to cut Brett off , but she felt stringed out from the desire to be with him, which in turn, held her in. She was suppose to let him know that Saturday night was the last time she'd wanted to see him, but she couldn't. Memories of how good his lips felt on hers and the electrifying feeling of his hand on the small of her back laced her thoughts. She found herself wanting to experience it all, again and even more. But her pan of senses pushed a bit forward. "Brett, we don’t have any reason to have lunch together. I believe we've sorted these things out on Saturday night. I'd like to just leave it at that." Brett's voice turned gruff. He hissed with frustration. "I know I fucked up. Don't you want to hear me out at least. Let me explain." "You don’t have to. There's really no need for the explanation. We had an agreement and there was no way it was going to change." "Daiz, I need to see you.""I don’t want to." She insisted. "We can do this the easy way, Daiz
Brett felt a heavy painful pang in his chest. He rubbed it briefly and shoved a hand through his hair, exhaling harshly. "You don’t mean that."Daisy suddenly felt exhausted, from the continuous fight within herself over Brett. "I really mean it, Brett. Remember our agreement at the hotel. After Saturday night, I get to decide if I want to see you again or not. And you owe me the right to stay away if I ask you to..." She paused. "You and me......we can't do more than acquaintances, and even at that, I don't want to keep running into you. Brett, I don't want to go down that road again, not after the mess I went through from the last one. This thing right here, is a mistake."Brett's jaw tightened, his heart heaved with the possible fear of loosing Daisy. "This is not a mistake, the way I handled Saturday night, was a mistake and I'm sorry."Daisy stared at him, startled by the fierceness of his honesty. "I wasn’t really talking about just Saturday night, Brett. I’m talking about my l
Daisy took a bite of her meal and moaned sweetly when she got a full hit of it's flavor. It was a traditional meal. She had first had a taste at Oakland when she paid a visit to Ugo's parents and ever since, she got hooked. The taste was divine. "Good, right?" He asked. "Very good. In fact, if you keep this up, I might consider keeping you to myself forever." She joked and wiped her mouth and hands. "That would please me, Daisy." He paused and looked at her. "Do you find exclusivity far fetched, for you?" He asked, setting his cutlery down. There was a loud stillness to his words and Daisy tried guessing what he was thinking, but came up empty. "To clear any doubts, I'm trying to say that there won’t be any other men for you as long as we're together, Daisy." A shiver moved through her at his blunt finality, The tone and steadiness in his gaze touched a part of her. Just as Daisy had grown and evolved over the years, so has he. There was now an even darker side to him that Daisy
Daisy looked at him with raised brows. "How did you know what I’m thinking?""You get this look on your face when you’re turned on. And I plan to put that look on your face as often as possible." Brett replied.He covered his plate and stood, withdrawing a business card with his home, office and personal phone numbers at the back from his pocket, he set it down beside Daisy. "Call me whenever you want to, Daisy. When you need someone to talk to, when you need anything at all." He brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. "Can I call you whenever I feel like?" He asked. Daisy wrinkled her nose. She covered her plate and wiped her hand and mouth. "Yes, you can." She replied. "Thank you for the meal, it was delicious.""It was my pleasure." He leaned over her and pressed his lips briefly to hers. "Do you need to use the washroom?""Yes. I need my toothbrush from my purse, too."A few minutes later, Daisy found herself standing in a washroom hidden behind a door that blended sea
One of the cars in the left bank of elevators arrived. Madison, the receptionist at Daisy's floor stepped out and Brett stepped in, his gaze locked with Daisy's until the doors closed. "Whew," Madison said. "Girl, you've scored."Not having any words to reply Madison with, Daisy smiled. The whole stuff was still new and she didn't went to go ahead of herself with tales. She was afraid to jinx it. As it kept ringing in her head that the feelings of happiness she was feeling wouldn’t last. Everything was going too well, and that was not her, that was not how peaceful her life use to be. Chaos was always part of her life.She m rushed to her desk and got to work. "Daisy, she looked up to see Donald standing in the threshold of his office. "Can I talk to you for a minute." "Of course." She replied, hoping he wasn't upset she came back late or maybe he wanted to admonish her for hanging out with his Boss. Her thoughts kept running wild as she grabbed her tablet, even though his grim face