A gorgeous hostess led them upstairs to a quieter VIP bar that overlooked the stage and dance floor below. They were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas.
The hostess propped a beverage menu in the center and said, "Your drinks are on the house. Enjoy your evening.""Wow!" Ugo whistled. "We scored.""I think that hawker recognized you from one of your court cases. Because how the hell are we getting such VIP treatment when we're yet to spend a dime." Daisy said out loud."Wouldn't that rock." Ugo grinned. "Or it could be the chef guy.... That dude is full of surprises. I've gotten too many gifts than I can't count since I met him. Yet, he's not interested in hitting this ass.""He could be pretending." Daisy fixed in. "Or taking it slow. The good old ways. He might be hoping to win you over thoroughly before making a move. In order words, he wants you to....""Loose my damn guard. Mmmm, not happening, not gonna happen" Ugo repeated, shaking her head.Daisy laughed hilariously. "Such a scared babygirl.""Hahaha! Enough with Mr. chef. Daisy baby, were you serious about Brett, you're hanging out with him now?"She shrugged. "I said that yes without thinking it through. A part of me just wanted to look so good and have him wish he never broke up with me. But now that I've had time to think about it. I think I'm going to chicken out. I can't go through with it."Ugo paused for a while, taking in everything Daisy said. She remained quiet for a few seconds before speaking up finally. "Nonsense! You aren't going to chicken out, I won't let you. If making him salivate is what you want, then we'll do that to him. You're lucky you have me in your corner. I'm going to help you hatch the most hideous and seductive plans ever. I got you babe." Ugo nudged Daisy gently with a sweet smile. "God! It's a great night. A whole partner at Jade and Judy, hanging out with my best girl and crushing on a new man. My life is fucking hot. I literally want to be me right now!" Ugo yelled.Two guys stopped by their table. "Okay if we join you?" The handsome one asked.Daisy glanced at Ugo, and then back at the guys. Both were smiling and confident, their stances loose and easy. She was about to say, Sure, when a warm hand settled on her bare shoulder and squeezed firmly."This one is taken."Across from Daisy, Ugo frowned as Brett Lexington rounded the sofa and extended his hand to her."Chike. Brett Lexington.""Ugo Chike." She shook Brett's hand with a deep frown. "But of course, you seem to know that already. Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you.""Same here, congratulations on being made partner." He added.Daisy imagined pulling Brett's fingers off her back and breaking them, killing him in the process maybe. Ugo nodded and focused her gaze on Daisy.Brett settled on the seat beside Daisy, his arm draped behind her so that his fingertips could brush casually and possessively up and down her arm. "It's good to see you again." He whispered.Twisting at the waist, Daisy faced him and whispered fiercely, "What are you doing?"He shot her a hard glance. "Trying to have fun at the club.""I'm going to dance." Ugo said, standing. "Are you okay?" She asked loud enough for Brett to hear. Daisy nodded and she dashed a stern glare at Brett before turning to leave. "I'll be back in a bit."Daisy watched her go with the the boys that had come to them earlier. After another minute, ignoring Brett became ridiculous, as well as impossible. Her gaze slid over him. He wore a casual fur cardigan and a plain pant. The overall effect of his outfit was a perfect definition of lazy-sophistication. Daisy took in the look and low-key loved it on him. The outfit gave out a lazy, soft and cute vibe, even though she knew it was only an illusion.Brett was a hard man in a lot of ways that the outfit failed to point out. She took a deep breath, feeling like she needed to make an effort to socialize with him. After all, didn't she agree to go to a fundraiser with him tomorrow."You look...." She paused, thinking of a neutral word to use. "I like the way you look." She rephrased, when she didn't find the word.His brow arched. "Ah, something you like about me. Is that a general like of the overall package. Or just the clothes"Only the cardigan, or maybe it's the pants." She responded. "I'm just trying to start up a conversation though.""That's fair enough for me Daiz. The fact that you would want to make an effort alone is fair enough for me. So, If you say you like the cardigan only, that means I'll have to buy a dozen and wear them every damn day.""That would be a shame.""You don' t like the cardigan?" He was whinging, his words coming clipped and fast.Daisy's hands flexed restlessly in her lap. "I love the cardigan, but I also like the suit from earlier." She found herself confessing.He stared at her for almost a minute, and then nodded. "How has your celebration with your friend been so far?""Pretty much amazing. I doubt I'll remember everything I've said tonight. That's how amazing it is.""You look breathtaking." He said and brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, "and you're blushing." he murmured.Daisy heard the drool in his voice and swiftly changed topic."Do you come here often?" She asked and regretted the question. It was a clichéd line that she had heard one too many times before now.Brett's hand dropped to her lap and caught one of hers, his fingers curling into her palm. "When necessary." He replied.A quick stab of jealousy made Daisy stiffen. She glared at him, even though she was mad at herself for caring either way. "What does that mean, when you're on the prowl?"Brett's mouth curved into a genuine smile that hit Daisy hard. "When expensive decisions need to be made. I own this club, Daiz."'Of course he did.' Daisy thought.A pretty waitress set two pinkish-colored iced drinks in square tumblers on the table. She looked at Brett and gave him a flirtatious smile."Here you go, Mr. Lexington. Two Vodka orange. Can I get you anything else?""That'll be all for now. Thanks." Daisy got distracted by what the waitress served them. It was her beverage of choice when clubbing and what she'd been drinking all night. Her nerves tingled. She watched Brett take a drink, swirl it around in his mouth like a fine wine, and then swallow it.The working of his throat made her hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to her."Not bad," he murmured. "Tell me if we made it right." He kissed her. He moved in fast, but even at that, Daisy saw it coming and didn't turn away.His mouth was cold and flavored with alcohol-laced orange.All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside her abruptly became too much to contain. She shoved a hand in his glorious hair and clenched it tight, holding him still as she sucked on his tongue.His groan was the most erotic sound Daisy had ever heard, making the flesh between her legs tighten.Viciously. Shocked by the fury of her reaction, she wrenched away, gasping. Brett followed, nuzzling the side of her face, his lips brushing over her ear. He was breathing hard, too, and the sound of the ice in his tumbler clinking against the glass skittered across her inflamed senses.Brett heaved a sigh. He didn't plan for this to get farther than necessary. He wanted to take it a step at a time. Yet he wanted so desperately to know if she would still yearn for him, for his touch.Daisy's gaze fell to her drink on the table, her thoughts swirling around in her head, a cluster of recollections and confusion."How did you know?"His tongue traced the shell of her ear and she shivered. It felt like every cell in her body was straining toward his. Resisting him took an impossible amount of energy, draining her and making her feel tired."Know what?" he asked."What I like to drink. What Ugo's name is."He inhaled deeply and then pulled away. Setting his drink down, he shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between them so that he faced Daisy directly. His arm once again draped over the sofa back, his fingertips drawing circles on the curve of her shoulder."You visited another of my clubs earlier. Your credit card popped and your drinks were recorded. And Ugo Chike was registered as the occupant of the presidential suite at Royal crest. I checked the room number you told me you were visiting." He explained, saying the little fragments of truths he could. That way, no one can say he was lying.When he looked at Daisy, he saw color draining from her face."Daisy. Jesus. You're white as a ghost." He shoved a glass into her hand. "Drink."It was the vodka and orange juice. She drained the contents of the tumbler. Her stomach churned for a moment, then settled. "You own the hotel my friend is lodged in." She gasped."Oddly enough, yes." He moved to sit on the table, facing her, his legs on either side of hers.He took her glass and set it aside, then warmed her chilled hands with his. "Are you crazy, Brett?"His mouth thinned. "Is that a serious question?""Yes. It is. you're fucking stalking me and you're expecting me to shine my lovely thirty-two at you?"Silence followed as Brett watched her meekly like a child being scolded by the mother. "So this behavior is normal for you?" Her heart was pounding and she could faintly hear the blood rushing past her eardrums.Brett shoved a hand through his hair, "I wanted to know stuff about you, to know the best way I could reach out to you. I merely accessed information that was voluntarily made available to me." He replied."Not to you. Not for what you used it for. What you did, has to violate some kind of privacy law." She stared at him, more confused than ever. "Why would you do that?"Brett appeared frustrated, at least. "So I can figure you out, damn it."Brett walked into his sitting room with a file he pushed over to Derin, who had come visiting. "You were scarce throughout Thursday, how much success did you record with your adventure?" Derin asked, picking up the file and flipping through it."An adventure indeed. Success rate was way better than I'd thought it was going to be." Brett replied taking a seat. Derin's eyebrows went up and he shook his head. "Of course. Why would I have thought anything less of you. Do you mind telling me how it went though?""I got her to agree being my date to the fundraiser tomorrow." He finally replied."No way! How did you get her to do that. Wait! you a magician now. You waltz back into her life, get her trapped in an elevator just to have a moment with her and somehow you got to convince her to go on a date with you. Wonderful! You are a genius Lex." Derin grinned. "It's not a date officially, but it's something I guess. I'm gradually walking my way back to her and at this rate, I'm willing to
Saturday morning came with Daisy being dragged out of her room by Ugo. She figured it was no less than she deserved since she avoided any topic related to Brett through out Friday.After a long, hot shower, she made her way into the living room and was ordered onto a seat by Ugo and a lecture she never knew she needed commenced. With the biggest coffee mug in her hand, she pretended to be paying attention to her friend's rattles in order to let peace reign."Number 10, do not fall for his seduction.... Number 11, never kiss him, never kiss your ex!""Ugo, that was number one, four, and nine.""Yes." Ugo replied, pacing the room. "Now it's also number 11. Just so you know how important it is.""O.k.a.y, is there something I'm missing?""You tell me. You and Lexington seemed cozy last night when you let him kiss you. You sat there and watched him try taking advantage of you.""Oh come on Ugo, that wasn't how it happened.""Really, could you please fill me in, I most definitely read anot
Daisy studied the menu of treatments available at the Spa, and decided to skip her usual porcelain fix in favor of the deep tissue pampering. She'd been waxed two weeks ago so she skipped it. But the rest of the treatment designed to make one sexually irresistible was exactly what she needed and Ugo insisted on them.While they were getting ready to begin, Daisy's mother walked in, carrying with her the effortless aura of a billionaire's wife and the beauty of an ageless youth. Her skin was soft even without touching it. A look at Bridget Ledwig would have a man wishing for nothing but to give her anything she wants.."Daisy honey, I can't believe the both of you planned on visiting the spa without me! How is that even fair.""Mom!" Daisy called, rushing into her mother's already open arms. "Come on here U-U." She beckoned to Ugo. Wrapping the girls tight in a hug, she smiled sweetly. "Edna told me you came." She whispered to their hearing alone. "Don't be mad at her. She just wanted
Somewhat dazed, she went to the intercom and talked to the front desk, letting them know she was expecting Brett, and while she was still talking, he walked into the lobby. A few moments after that, he was at her door. It was only then that she remembered she was dressed in a sleeveless gown that stopped mid-thigh.Confused as to the type of impression Brett would get from her appearance. She rushed into her room and reappeared with a black leather jacket which helped to cover up the previously exposed skin on hee upper body.She went to the door and let him in. Bret stood in the hallway for a long moment, his gaze raking Daisy from her head down to her neatly manicured toes. Daisy on the other hand was equally stunned by his appearance. The way he looked in washed jeans and a T-shirt made her want to undress. "Hi." He smiled at her."Come in." Daisy said, stepping aside.He stepped in like he was gliding through the floor. He aura magnetic. The smell of his cologne woody and dominat
Ugo stepped in and threw a suspicious gaze at Daisy. "Did I miss something." She joked, pushing a box of grilled turkey and vegan cream to Daisy.Daisy shook her head and hid her blush. "Your father got those for us. He said you should give him a call." Ugo added."You went to the house?"She shook her head. "He made a quick stop at the lingerie store to see your mom."Daisy grabbed the meal box and starting dialing her father's line at once. "Dad, glad I caught you." She adjusted her grip on the phone receiver, placed her meal on the kitchen counter and pulled up a stool. "Ugo delivered your message, how are you?" "Better, now that you've called. How is work treating you my damsel?"Daisy went over her days from Monday through Friday, skipping over all the Brett's parts. "I really like my boss, Mr. Donald." She stated. "And the vibe I get from the other workers at the firm is quite contagious and beautiful. I'm happy going to work every day, and I'm bummed out when it's time to go h
Daisy and Ugo had met first at Lilycity, when Daisy traveled to visit her grandmother. Then they ran into each other again during college at Bronx where their friendship kicked off officially as flatmates and later roommates. Ugo was the sibling Daisy never had and Daisy, the sibling Ugo never had. Overtime, their relationships spread across both parents such that when Ugo decided to practice at Fairview, her parents didn't object because the Ledwigs were now living in the same city. The intercom buzzed causing Daisy to jump, making her realize how nervous she was. She sighed, realizing she forgot to tell the front desk Brett was coming back. She looked at Ugo. "I’ll get him. Are you going to be okay riding over with Eric and my mom?" "Are you kidding. Eric is like the coolest chauffeur and bodyguard in town and your parents, they adore me." Her smile dimmed. "Having second thoughts about going with Lexington?" Daisy took a deep breath, remembering the spark that transpired between
A smart dark limousine was waiting at the curb, and the driver opened the door when Brett and Daisy stepped outside. Daisy slid across the seat at the opposite side and adjusted her gown. When Brett settled beside her and the door shut, she became highly conscious of his vibrating closeness, the masculine fragrance of his cologne, breathing him in, and telling herself to relax and enjoy his company. Brett took her hand, swallowing hard, he shut his eyes briefly and breathed in, wishing this little moment would never end. Daisy was looking like a snack, carefully baked with healthy ingredients and decorated sweetly in a very attractive way. Except this particular snack, was the type he wanted for himself and no one else. He ran his fingertips over Daisy's palm, a simple touch that sparked a fierce lust. He caught her gaze and noted that brief message that passed through her eyes. She was hot for him as much as he was for her. The expression on her face was enough evidence. Daisy sh
The entrance to the building where the fundraiser was being held was packed. Spectators, the media, journalists, paparazzi photographers, guards and several others. Camera lights flashes spread across faces as various guests arrive. Brett and Daisy made it out of the Limo and somehow daisy managed to keep a smiley face while they walked the length of the red carpet, with Brett holding her firmly on the small of her back, in acute possessiveness. The moment they crossed over into the building, someone called his name and he turned. Daisy took the opportunity to slip off her hands from his grasp but he held her back anyway, a smile on his face while he turned to his caller."Martin, it's nice seeing you here. You look great." He greeted a chubby older looking man."Same here Lexington. You are perfect, as always.""Meet Daisy, a friend of mine. This is Martin, Daisy. He's a business associate and a former colleague." He introduced them before they resumed their walk into the circle of