đ WARNING â ď¸ THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18! âI gave him everything,â Naya whispered, staring at the papers in her hand. The divorce papers she never saw coming. Her hands trembled, but not from fear. Now, it was rage. Across the room, Chloe smirked, her hand resting on Danielâs shoulder. âYou shouldâve seen this coming, Naya. You were never enough for him.â
View MoreâDo you think heâll like it, Sammy?â Naya asked, her voice almost a hum as she gently petted the sleek silver siamese cat lounging on the kitchen counter.
Sammy the cat blinked up at her, with his piercing blue eyes, then he hissed at her, and turned away. It's different.
Naya smiled to herself, glancing down at the half finished decorated cake sitting on the kitchen counter.
Sheâd stayed up all morning working on this cake for him. It was his favorite, a rich chocolate mousse layered with fresh raspberries and topped with a dusting of gold flakes. Naya sighed and went back to completing the cake.
When she was done, she stepped back and away, admiring her work. Years after leaving baking behind as a profession, and getting married, she was pleased to know that sheâd never lost her touch.
Sammy meowed softly as if encouraging her work. Naya smiled harder. She was sure that Daniel, her husband, would love the cake. It was his birthday tonight and she wanted to make him feel special, since heâd been working a lot lately.
But that was not the only reason why she was doing this. Lately, Daniel has been cold to her, and every day it felt as if she was losing her husband. Everyday, he drifted even farther away from her. Maybe if she made this day special, things might change.
It was her duty after all. It was what sheâd vowed to do. To love, to honor and cherish him no matter the cost.
âHeâll love it and everything will be alright.â She whispered to herself, wishing it to be true. It had to be.
âAre you done?â Chloe asked hurriedly, putting on her shoes and grabbing her bag from the couch in the living room. At the last minute, Naya had decided to bake the cake at her best friendâs so that Daniel would not catch a whiff beforehand.
She really wanted it to be special, and that meant leaving no stone unturned.
âNot yet. I think it still needs some finishing touches.â Naya bit her lip and turned to her friend. âGoing out?â
Chloe fluffed out her hair and smiled at Naya. âYes, I have to meet with my boss. Thereâs this fashion model that he wants me to convince to model our new releases.â Chloe sighed in exasperation. âI swear if I have to suck up to yet another entitled fashion model, I might think of quitting.â
Naya frowned. Since childhood, being a fashion designer has been Chloeâs dream. âQuit and then do what? Stay at home?â
Chloe shrugged. âOr I might just get married to a rich man like you, and have him pay the bills.â She chuckled and then winked. âOr maybe a celebrity.â
Naya rolled her eyes at her best friend, but walked over to ehr and hugged her. âChloe, you're not a quitter.â
Chloe smiled, and Naya smiled back, grateful for her best friend. They have been friends since middle school, and now, they are practically sisters. If there was anyone she could trust with her life, it was Chloe.
Chloe had reached the door when she glanced back and asked Naya, with a raised eyebrow. âHow about Daniel? Any changes or is he still cold to you?â
Naya pressed her lips tightly, the smile disappearing from her face.The she nodded slowly. âI;m hoping this birthday changes everything. I want my husband back, Chloe.â She could feel her eyes misting over.
âHasnât this been going on for a year now, Naya? Why do you think surprising him now will change anything?â Chloe asked, her eyes turning into slits.
âItâs his birthday, and you know heâs always celebrated it with me. I don;t know Chloe, but I feel it deep in my bones that heâll change. He loves me.â Naya added, even though it was more to convince herself than Chloe.
âNaya, don't get your hopes up. I donât want you to get hurt. Besides, I keep telling you to get a divorce.â
Naya shook her head vigorously from side to side. âNo. Iâll be left with nothing, back in the streets. IâŚI canât. What will happen to the way I feel about him?â She pressed her lips together. Just the mere thought of leaving him, gave her a headache. âIâŚI canât.â
Chloe sighed wearily and shook her head. âNaya, itâll be fine. Daniel loves you. If he says itâs work, then it is work. Youâre overthinking.â
Naya considered ehr words for a moment. âMaybe youâre right.â Then Naya shook her head and smiled at her friend. âGo on Chloe, donât be late.â
Chloe nodded and hurried out of the house, while Naya went back to her cake.
Everything had to be perfect.
Happy birthday, Daniel. I love you. She whispered to the empty house, imagining his smile when he walked in and saw everything she had prepared.
She also wondered if maybe she could seduce him tonight. She missed his touch, she'd missed him. He was always working, always busy.
She chuckled softly to herself as she thought of the new lingerie she'd ordered specially for that night, lying in a box in her wardrobe.
For him.
Heâd always loved her surprises and she prayed that this year would not be any different.
Except that was the thing about hope. It could be so easily shattered.
NayaâAre you serious? No phones?âZipper zipped his duffel shut and tossed it into the trunk. âCompletely. No calls, no emails, no screens. Just us.âShe folded her arms. âYou know I canât survive without music.ââYouâll live. I brought a speaker. Old-fashioned Bluetooth, no notifications.ââThatâs cheating.âHe smiled, sunglasses sliding down his nose. âThatâs compromise.âShe rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth lifted. Heâd been hinting for days that he had âone last surprise.â Now she was standing beside his car in shorts and a loose white shirt, the Pacific air warm and salty.âFine,â she said. âBut if I get bored, Iâm stealing your phone.ââYouâll be too busy.â****They reached the villa just before sunset. White walls, palm trees, and the sound of waves somewhere below the hill. The inside smelled of salt and lemons.Zipper carried the bags in while Naya explored barefoot, touching everything like she didnât quite believe it was real.âThis place is ridiculous,â she s
NayaâDid you watch me sleep?âZipper smirked from where he leaned against the dresser, arms crossed. âFor a bit. You snore.ââI do not!ââYou kind of do. Like a baby bear.âShe groaned and pulled the blanket over her face. Her head throbbed, her throat dry, and the smell of his cologne clung to the air. When she finally peeked out, she realized she was in his room on his bed, his sheets, his everything.âOh my God,â she muttered. âI fainted in front of you.ââCollapsed like a princess,â he said. âVery dramatic.âShe threw a pillow at him. âYou couldâve at least carried me to my own bed.ââI tried,â he said with mock seriousness. âBut you latched onto me like a koala. I took it as a sign.ââZipper!ââWhat? You were comfortable.âShe grabbed the nearest thing within reach which was a heel from the floor, and aimed it at him.âPut the weapon down,â he warned, laughing.âSay youâre sorry.ââFor what?ââFor being insufferable.âHe stepped back, still grinning. âNever.âShe got off the bed
NayaThe first thing Naya noticed when she walked into the ballroom was how everyone seemed to know Zipper.And how every woman wanted to.She had expected the charity gala to be formal, quiet, maybe even boring. But under the glittering chandeliers of the Beverly Grand, it was loud, alive, and sparkling with people who looked like they had stepped out of magazine covers.Zipper fit right in. He was tall, calm, and ridiculously good-looking in his black tux. The bow tie looked too tight, but somehow it made him look even more expensive.She stood beside him in her fitted emerald dress, pretending not to notice the way women kept brushing past just to say hello.âZipper,â one of them purred, fingers lightly touching his sleeve. âYou never told us you were bringing someone.âHe smiled politely. âWasnât sure Iâd survive the night alone.âThe woman laughed, throwing her head back. âI couldâve helped with that.âNaya forced a smile. âHeâs doing fine, thanks.âThe woman gave her a quick onc
NayaThe slap still echoed between them long after the sound had died.For three days, the house was silent. Naya spent her mornings in the kitchen, her evenings on the balcony, and her nights staring at the ceiling until dawn. Zipper was still there, moving around the apartment like a ghost, always giving her room but never too far.They didnât speak, but somehow he was everywhere.Every morning, there was coffee waiting for her on the counter. The first day she ignored it. The second, she poured it down the sink. By the third, she drank half before realizing sheâd given in.When she saw him that afternoon, he didnât say anything, just gave a small nod like it meant something. Maybe it did.****One evening, she found him sitting on the couch with his laptop. Papers were spread across the table, the glow of the screen highlighting the tired lines around his eyes.âWorking again?â she asked before she could stop herself.He looked up slowly, surprised sheâd spoken first. âTrying to.â
Naya's povFor a long time, neither of them said anything. Zipperâs eyes searched her face.She swallowed hard. âI want the truth. What's not fair is everyone lying to me.âHe pinched the bridge of his nose. âYou wouldnât have gone looking if you didnât already know it.âHer voice shook. âThen say it. Donât make me guess.âHe looked away, running a hand over the back of his neck. âItâs not that simple, Naya.ââItâs never simple with you.âHe sighed and started toward the study. âCome with me.âShe hesitated but followed him anyway, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. When he pushed open the door, the familiar scent of cedar hit her again. The envelope sheâd touched earlier sat on the desk exactly where sheâd left it, but now it felt heavier just being there.Zipper turned to face her, his hand resting on the edge of the desk. âYou saw what was inside?ââI didnât mean to,â she said quietly. âI justââHe nodded once. âYeah. You did.âThere was no anger in his voice. Just tiredness.N
NayaHer heart thudded when she peeled the wax seal open. The red cracked softly, and she froze for a second, glancing toward the door like she expected Zipper to appear out of nowhere.When no sound came from the hallway, she slid her thumb under the flap and pulled out the papers. A few photos fell onto the desk, spreading out like puzzle pieces.At first, she didnât understand what she was seeing.The man in the old pictures was Zipper, only younger, his hair a little longer, his smile a little freer. But beside him were faces she knew too well. Her mother. Her father.What the hell?She picked up one photo, her hand trembling slightly. It was her parents standing in front of a house she remembered all too well, and there he was Zipper, standing right next to them, his hand on her fatherâs shoulder. They all looked happy.There were letters, too. Some had her fatherâs handwriting. One had Zipperâs name typed neatly at the top. Legal papers, agreements, signatures she didnât unders
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