Henry Sugar Real Name Novels & Stories

If he hadn’t secretly switched out my birth control pills for sugar pills, I never would have had her. “SALARA!” Henry’s angry voice cuts through my thoughts, drawing me back to the fact that I still haven’t responded to his question yet. “I asked you a question, woman!” He yells out angrily. I can hear the sound of shuffling feet as they make their way towards me in the kitchen.

“I’m not used to men like you and your son, Alpha –” “None of that Alpha nonsense.” He interjects. “call me Henry.” I can’t help but laugh, “you and Dominic really are a pair, you know that?” Henry smiles warmly, “a high complement. I’m very proud of my son, you know. And I’m so thrilled he’s finally found his second chance mate.”

Ryan asked, ever the pragmatist. “Only one way to find out,” I murmured. With trembling fingers, I broke the seal and pulled out a single sheet of high-quality stationery. The words were written in the same elegant script as my name on the envelope. *My dearest Samantha,* *If you are reading this, then I have already left, and you are undoubtedly filled with questions. I owe you the truth, though I fear it will only cause you more pain.* *My name is Henry Sinclair, but that is not the name I was born with. My mother was Elizabeth Sinclair, Veronica Dawson’s younger sister. This makes me Veronica’s nephew, and Lena’s cousin.*

If he was one of Henry’s buddies, I was ready to chew him to pieces. “Okay.” He dropped his hand. “I am Mr. Pinewood, and I was a close friend of your real father.” My eyes bulged at his words. He knew the truth? He knew that Henry wasn’t my real father? “How--” “Harry and I were close friends in college. It’s a long story but I admire what you did in there. You are just like your dad but that’s not what's important.” I frowned. “What is?”

“That other guy was… one of Langston’s teammates. Parker something.” “You don’t know his last name?” She shook her head, taking another sip of her drink as he situated himself in the booth across from her. “I don’t remember. He’s an athlete. I don’t know much about sports. Why are you late? Is everything okay?” Henry blew out a hot breath and looked for a waiter, calling him over before he said, “Not really. I had a budget meeting. It didn’t go well.” The waiter was there then. Henry ordered a stiff drink and asked for the man to bring Juliet another cocktail before he turned back to face her. “I’m afraid I’m bleeding money over these stupid films. Perhaps I need to reconsider.”

“That’s nice. Maybe it’s because you and Chris used to be so close too.” “Yeah, probably,” she agreed. “Chris and I are still getting to know each other again now. But yes, after we got separated before, maybe I yearned for someone like that again. An older brother who can be my protector and best friend.” I nodded, trying not to frown. I couldn’t very well tell her what I knew about Henry’s reputation if she’s so fond of him. Was Julia even aware of his wrongdoings? Henry's reputation preceded him. He was known for running several different businesses in the country, and he had a knack for closing deals with the government. But I'd also heard whispers about his involvement in less-than-legi

None of them were good people. Sage had only promised Henry benefits because she wanted him to take the bait. She never intended to let him or Sandra off the hook! When Henry heard her question, his voice seemed to tremble. "Nothing much. What did you find out?" Henry had been a very evil person in his past life, so why was he so afraid out of the blue? Sage felt like something was off, but she didn't mention what Shane had told her. She just said, "Nothing. Yesterday, you told me Ronald Shekdotter has Ian's father backing him up. I just want to know more about that."

I said, the name leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Henry’s grin faltered for a second before returning full force. “Ryan Williams? As in the Ryan Williams? The tech tycoon?” I nodded, the tension in my jaw growing. “And let me guess,” Henry continued, leaning back in his chair, “he’s also got the perfect family setup? Let me guess, white picket fence, dog, kid?” “She has a child,” I said, my voice low. Henry’s eyes widened slightly, but then his grin turned mischievous. “You’re sure the kid isn’t yours?”

“There’s too much sugar in there and I’m not a fan of milk either,” “My bad!” Henry quickly replied and palmed his forehead. “I must have forgotten. I thought I was making coffee for my boss, Grayham Wilson,” Well, I’ll never have coffee made in such a way except it was Miles. I sighed and turned to Henry who was already clearing the table. “Please make it plain with just a cube of sugar and no milk,” I said. Henry dropped the mug on the table and turned it me with astonished eyes. “Is there a problem?”

Heron surly demanded, his breathing becoming heavier, exhaling steam through the receiver. “It’s …..” I don’t remember his name, so I sweetly asked him, “It’s been a long time since I saw you but I can’t recall your name.” “Henry, the comic fanatic.” He apprised to jog my memory. With full delight, his cheeks and eyebrows swelled. “Oh, I remember now.” I exclaimed as I vetted his features, removing the phone from my ears, “You have grown a lot. You were so scrawny when we were younger and now you have biceps and muscles. Totally matured.”