Then, because she really didn’t want to fight, she moved on. "What did Sheila say when she saw it?" Daisy asked.Brett relaxed. "It was difficult, of course. Even more difficult when she realized that I've seen it." He leaned back in his chair and exhaled harshly. "Seeing Manuel's face on the video, seeing what he really thought of her, that will hurt her. It’s hard to see yourself being used that way. Especially by someone you think you know, someone who’s supposed to look out for you." To hide her reaction, Daisy busied herself with refilling both her glass and his. He spoke as if he'd had a similar experience. What exactly had been done to him? After a quick gulp of wine, she asked, "Your Aunt would be devastated if she ever find out.""Well, they compliment each other." Brett said.She paused and waited for more, but that was it. Not wanting to pry, she asked another question. "How are you doing with it, with Manuel and Sheila?" "What can I do. Over the years, I’ve made every a

Immediately they approached the venue of the event of the evening heads turned as they walked to the ballroom and eyes followed Brett. Slowly, he slipped into that business-like facial feature that always made Daisy feel like a big wedge had been pushed between them. She got a nervous twitch from all the attention he garnered, but he seemed oblivious and completely unruffled. He was pretty much mobbed the moment they stopped walking. Feeling uneasy, Daisy stepped away to make room for those vying to catch Brett's attention and wandered off to find some champagne. Lex and Gibson had done the pro bono advertising for the event, so she spotted a few people she knew. As she managed to snag a glass off a passing waiter’s tray, she heard someone call out her name. Turning, she saw Armstrong, her high school mate that she had somehow discovered she was also related to, when her mother said so. In order to make her understand better, her mother had to sketch her maternal tree and she saw A

"Excuse me." Daisy pushed back from the table and searched for Brett. She saw him at the bar and went to him. He was just turning away from the bartender with two glasses in his hands when she intercepted him. She took her drink and gulped it down, her teeth aching as the cubes of ice knocked against them. "Daisy." There was a soft note of chastisement in his voice. "I’m leaving," she said flatly, stepping around him to set her empty glass on the bar top. "That doesn't mean I'm running because I've told you in advance and I'm giving you the option of coming with me." He exhaled harshly and she saw that he understood her mood. He knew she knew. "I can’t leave," he said and Daisy turned away. He caught her arm. "You know I can’t stay if you go. You’re upset over nothing, Daisy." "Nothing." She stared at where his hand gripped her. "I warned you before we got here that I do get upset and jealous. And I have this shady business that causes me to battle non-stop with my ego and you sa

"You can join us," one of the men shamelessly said. "Who is she?" the second guy asked. There was a brief flash of embarrassment and guilt on Ugo's face, and then he shot Daisy a cocky smile. "She's my friend, and this is her house." She announced. "You could join us, Daisy baby." "Don’t you dare push me, Ugo Chike." Daisy warned. "It’s really, really not a good night and this is not a year or two ago." The first guy started sauntering toward Daisy. As he got closer, Daisy tensed when she saw that his pupils were dilated and the pulse in his neck was throbbing viciously. "I can make your night memorable and I can please you all night for just a few hundreds." He offered with a leer. "Back the fuck up. Jesus, Ugo! Are you in drugs?" Daisy asked adjusting her stance while Ugo staggered toward the guy to pull him away from her friend. "Leave her alone, fool." Ugo called almost tripping. Scared, Daisy prepared herself to ward him off physically if necessary. "Leave her alon

"I thought being unhappy for the rest of my life was the best type of punishment. So when she gave me the ring, I took it and started planning on the best day to propose." Daisy jerked back to look at him. She bought the ring herself?" "Don’t look so shocked," he said wryly. "You’re bruising my ego." Relief flooded Daisy in a rush that made her dizzy. She threw herself at him, hugging him as tight as she could. "Hey......" His returning embrace was just as fierce. "Are you okay?" "Yes. Yes, I’m getting better. I'm almost there." She pulled back and cupped his jaw in her hand. "Keep talking." "We had a terrible argument when she complained that I didn't love her as much as she loves me. I told her she had to either choose love or marriage. That I can't give her both. I made it clear that I could offer marriage but not love. She agreed that marriage was perfect. So, I proposed a week later. When I popped the question, she asked if I loved her, I said no. She asked if I feel l