The strong scent of Folgers coffee wafted under my nostrils. Smelled heavenly enough to get me to open my eyes. Julia was standing over me, passing a mug of coffee back and forth under my nose.Sharp pain lanced up my spine when I tried to sit up, realizing that I’d fallen asleep at the working table."Good morning. No way your back’s not hurting," Julia said. "Here. Drink some coffee."I stretched like a cat before taking the mug she offered. "Thanks. You're the best. I swear, if we didn't have the same body parts, I'd marry you."She snickered. "This looks like a lot of work. If only you'd let me help yo—""I don't have enough material for you to mess up anything here, Julia. I can't afford any wrong cuts and stitches.""I'm not that bad," she defended, pouting.With an arched brow, I brought the mug to my mouth and stared at her over the rim as I sipped.Julia burst into a laugh. "Okay, those times you were just teaching me. I'm much better now. I like how magical it is to create s
"Ninety-five thousand," countered the third bidder."One hundred and ten thousand," countered the fourth.My last piece—a neon-yellow Spring shorts with bright green belt loops and green, square front buttons—had spiked up a bidding war. I gave credits to the tall, blonde model who did it more justice than it deserved. All but three of my modeled pieces had been tendered on, making me four hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars richer.The bidding price for the Spring shorts was now at one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars, and all except one bidder were stroking their chins in deep contemplation.Being an exclusive show, there was just a small crowd of people apart from the five bidders, the eight fashion designers, including me, and the models. Nevertheless, everything was being executed like a real fashion show, with a huge white runway, blinding, flashing light and runway soundtracks.The models, make-up artists and everything else were provided. All the designers had to
Two hours later, Geo Lee’s driver was creeping alongside the airstrip runway towards a sexy black jet with gray tail and wings, ENEN brand in bold gold letters on the side. The jet’s door was down but I didn’t see Josh. “Okay, Dalia,” Geo Lee said in that voice only he owned, while flickering his lashes. “One can never tell what mood Nelson’s gonna be in, he’s mercurial like that, so I won’t have you coming out with me. I don’t care that you used to share your cookies with him. When he arrives, I’ll go out first and test the waters. If his mood is in the bitters, then you leaving this car is a no, no. Got it?”Can you say drama queen? “But how will I know?”Geo Lee made a clucking sound with his tongue as he thought about it for a moment, then pulled his tie-dyed scarf from around his neck. “I’ll keep this scarf in my hand. If his mood is okay, you can come out then. But if his mood is shitty, I’ll wrap it around my neck and you have my driver bring you back to the office. I can’t ta
"A-After...After I fell asleep," I muttered.Intense sapphire eyes pierced me and my lips parted as I struggled to breath. It felt like he was asphyxiating me with his eyes. When I shifted uncomfortably, he broke his gaze, took a long sip of his wine, then let out a long breath. "Watching you sleep was one of my most peaceful, relaxing preoccupations. I was obsessed with it...And that night, after we made love, that’s what I was doing when myphone rang." He dropped his gaze to his wineglass. "It was Darren." Hmm, Darren, the right-hand man."I walked out into the living room to talk to him so I wouldn’t wake you. He told me he just got this unbelievable deal on some ammo, but he was unsure about the link and why it was so cheap. Said he'd feel a lot better if I was there. He wanted me to go with him."I told him I couldn't because I was with you. He badgered and pressed me, saying the location wasn’t far so we wouldn't be long. Less than fifteen minutes to exchange payments for go
My heart leaped. He searched for me. "It took me a few weeks to find out about your father's suicide and your mother's attempt at the same. Of what had happened to you and that you were...you were with...Cali D," his voice broke as he said this. "You’d moved on. What could I do? Especially if you didn’t remember me? I sent warnings to him, to let him know if anything should happen to you, anything at all, I'd pull his intestines through his mouth." He ran both hands through his hair. "I couldn't fathom how everything could go so wrong so quickly."This was too much. So overwhelming. Hell, this man had suffered more than I did. Suddenly I felt sickened. And everything I’d eaten that day threatened to exit orally.But Josh rambled on. "I never left you, Dalia. I assigned men to keep watch on you during the years you were with him. And whenever he messed up and you left, I'd be sure his ass got kicked. But then days later you'd go back to him. Before I could make a move from wherever I
Josh walked back over to the table and cleared the wine glasses. "It's late, Dalia. You said you wanted to know what happened, now you do. Scott will take you home."He unnecessarily busied himself, emptying the glasses and putting them in the dishwasher, while I just sat there like a spare part. Why’s he being so mean?He still loved me; it was evident in his eyes. So why was he purposely trying to hurt me? Did he want me to beg him to stay with me?One side of me was ready and willing to do so, but pride won over. I loved him with all my heart, but I wouldn’t beg him anymore. Who the hell did he think he was? We both got hurt that night. Him in more ways than me, I agree. Now that I knew truth, I finally understood and could move on from it.But on a sad note, it seemed we'd be moving on separately, because he had given up when I was ready to try.Holding on to my dignity, I got up from the barstool, made a beeline for the elevator and pressed the call button. Fighting to keeping my
There's only darkness and the almost imperceptible humming of the air conditioner. I opened my eyes, stretched; a smile creeping across my face when I realized I was in Josh's bed.Josh wasn’t there, though.Glancing over at the bedside clock I saw it was long after midnight. My smile melted as my heart pounded loud in my ears. Déjá vu attacked me.Scrambling out of bed, I yanked off the sheet and draped it around me then rushed into the bathroom. He wasn't there.I darted out onto the balcony. Not there. Trying not to trip over the bunched-up sheet, I sprinted downstairs.My heart sagged in relief.Josh in the living area, humming to the sound of Morgan Heritage’s She’s Still Loving Me playing softly over the integrated speakers, while cleaning up shards of the vase he'd broken earlier.As if sensing me, he abruptly glanced up and smiled. But that smile quickly morphed into a frown. "Dalia, what's wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice. "Shit, you don't want to leave, do you? Stay.
Josh was watching me sleep.I was in limbo between sleep and wake, but I still could feel his eyes on me. And I was right. When I chose to be awake instead of asleep, there those blue eyes were, fixed on me.On his side. Hands tucked under his cheek. Unkempt hair, stubble shadowing his squared jaw, and still he looked as glorious as ever. A ray of sun sneaking through the blinds laced across his features. No one should be allowed to look this damn good in the morning.His lips curved up. "Hi."Turning on my side, I mirrored his actions—though I was pretty sure I didn't look half as good as he did at the moment. "You’re giving me the Edward, watching me sleep."“Think I’m creepy?”“Nope. I think it’s sexy.”He made a face. “Okay, that just…doesn’t…sound right.”A giggle escaped as I stretched. "Whatever. You’re sexy. Deal with it.”He edged closer to me but didn't touch me. Just the heat of our bodies mingled. "You have any idea how happy I am right now? To have you back in my life. Yo