New David Brooks Book Novels & Stories

He shook my hand and said, “I thank you for that young man. Coming and asking for my blessing to date my daughter already shows me you respect her and you have my blessing." I said thank you, sir. we went inside and I took my spot on the couch and Mr. Martini headed out the door. I laid back and closed my eyes. CRYSTAL After Brooks went home last night I sent the picture he sent me to my email and saved it on my laptop. Then deleted it from my phone. I won't lie I looked at that picture for a while last night and even found myself rubbing my sweet spot. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. When I crawled out of bed it was 7:45. I went into the bathroom and did what I needed to

Denmark raised a hand, cutting him short. Denmark Scott already knew what had been happening at Brooks Enterprises. The company’s fall had been public, messy, and embarrassing. He had read the reports, watched the protests, even received calls from mutual partners who whispered that the Brooks name was finished. Deep down, Denmark regretted ever allowing his daughter to marry Adam. He sighed, leaning forward. “Mr. Brooks,” he began, his tone carrying a quiet weight, “before you came for my daughter, I saw something in you. A spark. The kind I’ve seen in every man who built an empire. You were hungry, focused, sharp.”