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31. Dirty secret
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SENSUAL SURRENDER 32. Bad boy Josh
“They just left, Sir. Unscathed.”“Those men aren’t stupid,” he gritted out. “Get in. Disarm them. I’m a minute away.”“Want us to drill them, Sir?”“No. I want to know who really sent them, and they’ll only tell you the first name that comes to their lips. They see me, they’ll know better than to bullshit.”“’kay, Sir. On it.”Josh hung up and glanced out the window just in time to see Dalia's convertible zing past his Bentley in the opposite direction. His heart constricted. She was driving.Even as the car shot by, he noticed the black circles under her eyes and how unhealthily pale she was. When it came to her, all his senses were sharp. She was that important to him.That she even had to spend time in a stinking jail cell made him hotheaded. He’d warned her about Devon, but he guess he should’ve warned her about her own best friends, too.A few weeks back, he’d gotten wind of plans to clip Michael’s wings. The fool had painted a bull’s-eye on his forehead when he bragged to the
SENSUAL SURRENDER 33. Weak and defenseless
No surprise Devon’s high gates were wide open when Josh rolled the car through them and parked up next to a slick black Corvette belonging to his buddy. His second team was overseen by his friend, Darren. A team rarely called on, but with much on hand tonight, both teams were on duty.Darren no doubt already had Devon just the way he wanted him: cowering.As he slipped from the car, he had to shake his head at the gushing fountains and marble-tiled pillars of Devon’s Mediterranean-designed house, knowing this posh lifestyle came from the suffering, blood-shedding and soul-stealing of innocent people. There was really no need for him to make this visit to Devon; he could’ve just let Darren take care of it. But he wanted Devon to see exactly who was about to haul him off his high horse.Just before he reached the door, Darren, dressed in a sharp gray suit with his thick auburn hair gelled back in a side-part style, swung it open, grinning. He bumped his best friend’s shoulder, slapping
SENSUAL SURRENDER 34. Sweet sins
Nelly careened his Chrysler 300 onto 3rd Street, cruising to a slow stop at her gate, while dialing her number on his cell with one hand.“Outside,” he said when her soft, virginal voice answered.Buju Banton’s rugged voice chanted Make My Day through the car speakers, but he quickly ejected his favorite reggae artist and switched to Pink instead. He didn’t exactly care for the freakish, pink-haired girl’s music, but she loved her music, and that was all that mattered.He looked at her shabby, grassless, gardenless yard. The small, crooked bungalow seemed it hadn’t been painted in over a decade, because if he could tell what color that house really was, he’d be lying. Broken chunks of stones led up to the rickety porch, and only about three of the wooden steps seemed safe enough to walk on—he noticed she always hopped over them whenever she was leaving the house.That decrepit building, it gutted him. But what could he do while she was still seventeen? Her eighteenth birthday couldn’
SENSUAL SURRENDER 35. Loving Dalia
Nelly sprawled shirtless on the gray L-shaped sofa in his rented flat as he watched Scarface on the flat-screen television—well, actually, he was pretending to watch the television. On the real, he was surreptitiously watching Dalia as she puttered about in the kitchen, balancing a cookbook in one hand as she tried to bake him a cake.She had no idea what she was doing, and when he offered to help, she shooed him away. His fiery little girlfriend was hell-bent on getting that cake baked. And he was enjoying watching her make a flustered mess of herself.When he’d picked her up earlier, his plan was to grab something to eat, take her shopping on Robertson Boulevard and then see a movie. Of course, her choice of food was pepperoni pizza—she was a pizza maniac. But as soon as they’d finished at the pizzeria she began whining that it was his birthday and it wasn’t right to do things for her on his day. She wanted to do something for him, like bake a cake.At first he’d been upset and trie
SENSUAL SURRENDER 36. Julia
I woke up.I’ve been doing that a lot. Waking up. From sleep, from dreams, from fairytales, from illusions, to reality.And all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. Shut out everything.Headache. I groaned at the sledgehammer pounding in my head.It was morning. And I was in my bedroom, safe and sound, Julia sprawled next to me, deep asleep, white lines of dried saliva on her cheek.The hammering in my head grew more and more severe, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut, riding it out. I needed aspirins. Preferably the PM ones that’ll send me right back to sleep.Sluggishly, I got out of bed and zombie-walked out to the living area.Two heads swung around and four eyes looked at me."Oh, thank goodness, you’re awake," Jane said, letting out a relieved sigh. She was in Hello Kitty pajamas, cradling a large, black mug.Her older brother, Tommy, was sitting next to her on the couch, looking equally worried.Tommy was a nice hunk of a guy. Tall, dark and handsome; the typical. And he was on
SENSUAL SURRENDER 37. She choose life
I flipped my cellphone over and over in my palm, inhaling the salty sea breeze caressing as I took in the breathtaking marina view from the balcony of Julia's apartment at Esprit. Queues of yachts and boats gently rocked to and fro on the blue waves.It was amazing here. I was yet to tell Julia that the apartment directly across from hers was mine, bought as a gift by a certain blue-eyed billionaire. I didn’t want it, and Julia would only try coaxing me into taking it, because, well, I’d be right across the hall from her. Her dream come true.Deciding to spend the rest of my weekend with Julia so I could focus on designing a few more pieces for the bidding on Monday, I'd packed up my implements and fled my apartment to get away from the inquisitive Jane and her relentless brother. Nevertheless, the change of venue didn’t help with my concentration, because my independent mind kept wandering off to thoughts of Josh. And with each thought, a part of me hurt. It made no sense to fight t
SENSUAL SURRENDER 38. I'd lost him
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
SENSUAL SURRENDER 39. The bidding
"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
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