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The Negotiation New York Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author

Sandi Lynn

The Neg otiation Copyright © 2016 Sandi Lynn Romance, LLC

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Books by Sandi Lynn If you haven’t already done so, please check out my other books. They are filled with heartwarming love stories, some with millionaires, and some with just regular everyday people who find love when they least expect it. Millionaires: The Forever Series (Forever Black, Forever You, Forever Us, Being Julia, Collin, A Forever Christmas, A Forever Family) Love, Lust & A Millionaire (Wyatt Brothers, Book 1) Love, Lust & Liam (Wyatt Brothers, Book 2) His Proposed Deal Lie Next To Me (A Millionaire’s Love, Book 1) When I Lie with You ( A Millionaire’s Love, Book 2) A Love Called Simon Then You Happened The Seduction of Alex Parker Something About Lorelei One Night In London The Exception Corporate A$$ A Beautiful Sight Second Chance Love: Remembering You She Writes Love Love In Between (Love Series, Book 1) The Upside of Love (Love Series, Book 2)

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Table of Contents Books by Sandi Lynn Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39

Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 About The Author



Prologue

Age 7 “You look pretty, Mommy. Where are you going?” I asked, as any seven-year-old would, sitting on the edge of her mother ’s bed and watching her get ready to go out. “I’m going out on a date.” She turned to me and smiled as she made up her lips with a red color that brightened her pale skin. “Can he be my daddy?” She set down the tube of lipstick, walked over to the edge of the bed, and placed her hand on mine. “No, sweetie. Remember what I told you. Mommy doesn’t need a man in her life to complete her. Companionship is a good thing; relationships are not. They only complicate your life in a way that takes away your independence, your freedom, and your self-worth.” ****

Age 10 “Francesca will be here soon, Emily.” “Who are you going out with?” I asked as I sat on the edge of her bed. “His name is Xavier and he’s a nice man.” She smiled. “If he’s so nice, maybe he can be my daddy.” “Emily, we’ve been over this a billion times. In order for someone to be your daddy, I would have to form a relationship with him and that’s something I’m not willing to do.” She smiled as she tapped me on the nose. “But why?” I innocently asked. “Because relationships are doomed before they even start. We’ve been over this before. No good comes from a long-term relationship. Happily ever after is a myth, my darling daughter. You need to remember that.” She placed her finger under my chin. “We Wade women do not let others, especially men, control or wreak havoc on our emotional state.” ****

Age 13

“I’m sorry, Gerald, but you need to leave now and please don’t call me again,” my mother spoke as I listened outside her bedroom door. “This is how you respond to me telling you that I love you?” Gerald’s voice raised. “You don’t love me. We only went out a few times. I told you from the start that I wasn’t looking for anything long-term.” “But, Karen, it doesn’t matter how many times we went out. I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you and I thought you felt something for me too.” “Well, you thought wrong. We’ve served our purpose to each other and now it’s time for you to go.” “You are a cold-hearted bitch, Karen. I’m sorry I wasted my time on someone like you.” I could hear his footsteps approaching the door, so I ran back into my room, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over my head. The hinges on the door lightly creaked as it softly opened. Before I knew it, my mother was sitting on the edge of my bed and carefully pulled the covers from my head. I stirred and opened my eyes to see her looking down at me as she brushed away the strands of hair from my face. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I stared into her watery eyes. “Nothing, sweet pea. I was just making sure you were asleep.” “Is Gerald staying the night?” “No.” She softly smiled. “He won’t be coming around anymore, Emily.” “Why?” “Because he wanted a part of me that doesn’t exist. We do not change who we are to make someone else happy, darling. Remember that. Go back to sleep.” She gently kissed my head. ****

Age 16 I was sitting on the couch watching a movie when my mother strolled in around one a.m. “How was your date with Cecil?” I asked as she plopped down next to me. “It was fine, but I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again.” “Why? He seems like a really nice guy.”

“He is, darling.” “Then why would you stop seeing him?” “Because he wanted to claim me for himself. He wanted us to be exclusive and he told me that he was in love with me.” “Okay. So what’s wrong with that? I really like him, Mom.” “My sweet girl. What have I taught you from the time you were a little girl about relationships?” “I know, but—” “No buts, Emily. Do you want to become someone else’s plus one? Do you want to give them power over you to either make you over-the-top happy or destroy you emotionally? Do you want to feel your heart break over someone you thought you knew, but in the end, you didn’t even really know them at all? Do you want to wake up someday next to the same man you’ve been with for years and wonder if there’s someone better out there? Romance dies, darling. Jokes are no longer funny, conversations become stale, sex will become routine and mechanical, and the person who you once were will no longer exist. And when the relationship ends, you will have to rediscover who you were in the first place. Because, make no mistake, darling, a person will change you. Love doesn’t last. It’s not possible. Men stray and when the going gets tough, they run to seek comfort in the arms of another who is new and unfamiliar to them.” “You sound like a man hater, yet you date so many different men,” I spoke. “That’s because each new man is exciting and they serve a purpose. Why settle for one fish when you can have an ocean full anytime you want?” She smiled. “I guess.” “You come first, Emily. Never forget that. You will be successful, determined, and have the fulfilling career you always wanted. Men get in the way of that and I know you would never allow a man to deter you from your dreams.” “Aren’t you lonely?” I asked as I laid my head on her shoulder. “Not at all. I have you and I have plenty of men to occupy my time and needs. Remember, women are a man’s weakness. We have the bodies they crave, the vagina they want to bury their cocks inside, and the breasts their mouths desire. We make them feel good, and in return, they make us feel good. It’s purely physical, and as long as that’s all it is, life is good and uncomplicated.”

Chapter 1 I was there when my mother took her last breath; the day cancer claimed her life. I remember it as if it was yesterday and not two years ago. “Hey. Are you okay?” Katie asked as she walked past me with an armful of clothes. Snapping back into reality, I nodded my head. “I’m fine. I was just thinking about my mom.” “That’s right. Today’s the anniversary of her death.” She pouted. “I’m sorry, Emily. She was such a great woman. Man, did I respect the hell out of her. Strong, independent, and a woman of many talents. She’d be so proud of you right now.” “Thanks. I stopped by the cemetery this morning before coming to the shop and put some roses down. She would be proud of me. Wouldn’t she?” I gave a small smile. Katie set the clothes down on the white chair that sat in the middle of the store and hooked her arm around me. “She would be very proud. She knew opening up this shop was always your dream.” I was the proud owner of a boutique on East 9th Street called Emily’s Edge. My shop ranged from vintage clothing, couture, American labels, and up and coming designers. I wanted a store that housed a little bit of everything. Kind of like a one-stop shop. Any style and any occasion could be found at Emily’s Edge. I opened the store about six months ago after a yearlong process of planning, designing, and making sure it was everything I wanted. Fashion had always been my passion. I loved clothes, fabrics, accessories, and I had a talent for styling. After graduating high school, I attended NYU where I obtained my BBA, then I went to Parsons for two years and received an AAS in Fashion Marketing. After Parsons, I was hired by Bloomingdales, where I worked for two years as a buyer for their women’s casual clothing. My mother owned her own insurance company, which she started when I was three years old. Before she passed away, she sold it to a colleague of hers who had worked for her since the day she opened the doors. She knew insurance wasn’t my thing and she didn’t want me to feel pressured with having to take over her company. She made sure I was set money-wise and she told me to follow my dreams. I didn’t let anyone deter me from my dreams of becoming a successful businesswoman. Especially

men. I dated, a lot. A few dates here and there, casual sex, and plenty of one-night stands. I wasn’t looking for a relationship because they were taboo. But I did like the companionship of men as long as they didn’t become attached. Any sign or showing of feelings on their part and they were kicked to the curb faster than I could say, “It’s over.” My mother was right all those years that I was growing up. From the time I was a teen, I’d watch my friends get their hearts broken beyond repair by a guy. I’d watch them change, not only in style but in personality as well. They put their boyfriends first and let their friendships drift away as if they had never meant nothing. I’d sit up endless nights with my roommates crying on my shoulder about how they caught their man with another girl or how they were just broken up with because their partner told them that they didn’t love them anymore. It was nothing but a clusterfuck of emotions and a position I was never going to put myself in. Like my mother, I was never going to let someone have that kind of control over my emotional state and wellbeing. “By the way, how was your date last night?” Katie asked. “You had another date last night?” Evelyn spoke as she walked into the shop. “It was nice, and yes,” I looked at her, “I had another date.” “Same guy as a few nights ago or a different one?” Evelyn asked. “Same guy as the other night and his name is Cliff.” “Have you slept with him yet?” Katie asked as she hung some blouses on the rack. “Nope. But I think tonight is the night. I’m horny and we’ve been on three dates already, so I think it’s time.” “So what’s his story?” Evelyn asked. “He’s been divorced about a year because his ex-wife cheated on him and he’s a real estate agent.” “Does he know you’re not looking for anything serious?” Katie said. “Yes. I made that very clear the first night we went out. He said he was just getting back into the dating game and he wasn’t looking either. So, we’re just enjoying each other ’s company.” “Is he the one you met on Match?” Evelyn asked. “One of the ones I met on Match.” I smirked as I rested my elbows on the counter. “Good luck.” Katie smiled. “I hope the sex is everything you want it to be. Unlike the past few guys you slept with,” she spoke with a twisted face.

“Ugh. Don’t remind me.” I shuddered. “It’s sad when you have to finish the job yourself after they leave.” I rolled my eyes. Both girls busted out into laughter. Katie Collins was my best friend and assistant manager. We met sophomore year in high school and had been glued to each other ’s side ever since. She attended NYU with me for the first year and then decided that college wasn’t for her. Since she liked retail so much, she decided to make a career of it and work at Nordstrom as a sales associate. She didn’t mind because she was on a mission. A mission to find a rich man to marry who would take care of her financially. She had been in a relationship for the past nine months with a man named Alex. He didn’t have much money, but she was okay with that because he was on his way to becoming a lawyer. She was a beautiful girl who stood five foot five with long auburn hair, jade eyes, and an overflowing personality that people loved. Evelyn Rose was another friend of mine who was an up and coming designer. The two of us met at Parsons and had been close ever since. She’d been trying to break into the design business and she was the reason I decided to help out struggling designers and carry some of their lines in my store. Men loved her five foot four stature, lean-as-fuck body, long black hair, and baby blue eyes.

Chapter 2 Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped my long blonde highlighted hair in a towel, slipped into my robe, and started getting ready for my date with Cliff. As I was applying my makeup, a text message came through on my phone from him. “I can’t wait to see you again tonight. I hope you had a good day.” Looking down at the message, I sighed. “Looking forward to our date.” He replied with a smiley-face emoji, which drove me nuts. If there was one thing I hated more than anything in the world, it was those damn emoji’s. Rolling my eyes, I finished putting on my face, dried my hair and threw some loose curls at the end, slipped into my little black dress, sprayed on some Joe Malone perfume, and went into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine before he picked me up. The doorbell rang, and when I opened it, he was standing there with a bouquet of yellow roses. Suddenly, a sick feeling took over in the pit of my stomach. “Wow, you look amazing. Not that you don’t always look amazing, but tonight, you look extra amazing.” “Thanks.” A small smile graced my lips. “These are for you.” He handed me the roses as he stepped inside. “Roses. Wow. They’re beautiful. You shouldn’t have, but thank you.” “I was walking by the florist earlier and saw them in the window. They made me think of you, so I had to buy them.” “Why would yellow roses make you think of me?” I asked as I placed them in a vase of water. “Because they’re bright like the sun and that’s what you remind me of.” Either Cliff was being serious or he was just trying to make sure he got laid tonight. I was going with he wanted to get laid. He took me to Daniel for dinner and dropped a ridiculous amount of money on food and drinks. When we reached my apartment building, he placed his hand on my cheek and brushed his lips against mine. “Was that too forward?” he asked.

“No, not at all. Would you like to come up for a drink and maybe have sex?” He let out a deep breath. “Thank God you asked. I was hoping we’d have sex tonight. I really want you.” As soon as we stepped inside my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and led him to the bedroom. Instantly, his hands were all over me. Up and down my body, grabbing onto my breasts and kneading them through the fabric of my dress while his mouth devoured my neck. I brought my hands up to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoned them, and slid it off his shoulders. His body was okay. I liked my men a little more built, but he wasn’t all that bad. He reached around and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor as he lightly grabbed hold of my shoulders and stared at my body. “Wow. Your body puts every other woman’s body to shame.” “Uh. Thanks.” I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. He struggled with unclasping my bra and it was starting to get on my nerves, so I took his hands, put them on my hips, and unhooked it, tossing it to the floor. His mouth instantly roamed to my chest and his lips clamped around my hardened nipples. “Jesus, you have the best looking tits.” He reached his arm around my back and laid me down on the bed, letting his fingers travel up my inner thighs until they reached the edge of my panties. Then they stopped. I lay there waiting for him to dip a finger inside me, but he didn’t. He just cupped me with his hand and rubbed me through my panties. His mouth was all over my breasts, my collarbone, my neck, and then on my lips. His kisses were sloppy and I would have preferred he didn’t kiss me. Grabbing the sides of my panties, he pulled them down, stood up, and took off his pants. His cock was nothing spectacular. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t overly small. It was enough to get the job done. He hovered over me and stuck his cock between my legs. I wasn’t expecting that so soon. I wanted foreplay and lots of it. But he seemed ready and raring to fuck me. “In my nightstand, I have condoms.” “Oh. Aren’t you on birth control?” “That is my birth control,” I lied. I was on the pill, but I didn’t know him or how many women he’d been with since his divorce and I wasn’t about to take any chances. I always made them wear a condom. “I see. Okay.” He climbed off of me, took a condom from the drawer, and slipped it on. “I

normally don’t wear one.” “Well, you wouldn’t want to get me pregnant, would you?” I smirked. “No.” He leaned over and devoured my neck while he pushed into me. After a few saddening thrusts, which I could barely feel, he pulled out of me and looked at his dick. “I’m not really that hard anymore. It’s the condom; I’m not used to it and it makes it hard to feel anything.” I silently sighed as I sat up, grabbed hold of his cock, and began stroking it firmly. He threw his head back as several moans escaped him. When he was semi-hard again, he thrust inside and moved in and out of me rapidly. Still, I felt nothing. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I made him deepen inside me. “Oh my God, you feel amazing, Emily.” He pushed in and out. “Are you going to come?” I wasn’t even close, but I wasn’t about to ruin his confidence, so I had to fake the noises, tighten my legs, and pretend that I came. His cock started to soften again, but he wouldn’t stop, and he finally came. He pushed deep inside me and halted as a loud groan escaped his chest. Climbing off of me, he disposed of the condom while I climbed under the covers and he climbed in next to me. “You were amazing.” He softly stroked my arm. “Sorry about the problems. I was really nervous.” “It happens,” I lied with a smile. He lay there on his side, his hand propped up against his head as he stared at me. The look on his face and in his eyes frightened me. He was falling and falling hard. Shit. “I really like you, Emily, and I think tonight just confirmed it even more for me. The next time we have sex, I promise it will be better.” “You’re a great guy, Cliff, but I told you I wasn’t looking for anything.” “I know and neither was I. But you can’t deny the incredible attraction we have to each other.” The hell I can deny it. “I think you should go now. It’s late and I have to get up really early and be at the shop.” “You don’t want me to spend the night?” His fingers traced my breast. “We can have round two first thing in the morning.”

“I’m really tired and I sleep better alone. But thank you for a wonderful dinner.” “Sure. Okay. You’re welcome.” He climbed out of bed and slipped into his clothes. I climbed out, put on my robe, and walked him to the door. “How about dinner tomorrow night?” he asked as he placed his hands firmly on my hips. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I have a thing with Katie I have to go to. I’ll call you when I’m free.” “Don’t make it too long, I want to see you again.” He went for my lips and I quickly turned and gave him my cheek. “Have a nice night, Cliff.” After he left, I shut the door, went to the kitchen, poured a glass of wine, and took it to my bedroom. Reaching in my drawer, I grabbed my vibrator, climbed under the covers, and satisfied myself. What a waste of a night.

Chapter 3 When Katie walked into the shop, her eyes were swollen and she looked tired. “Good morning. Rough night?” I asked as I unpacked the new box of clothes that had arrived. “Really rough night.” She walked around the counter and placed her purse underneath. “Alex and I got into a fight and we were up all night arguing.” “About what?” “The TV.” “Okay. Care to elaborate on that?” “He went out with his friends last night and didn’t come to my place until one a.m. He was supposed to be there by ten so we could watch a movie we both had been dying to see.” “And why was he with his friends so late?” “He lost track of time. They were playing cards and drinking and he forgot about our movie date. It didn’t help that I sent him twenty text messages between ten and twelve thirty and he didn’t respond to any of them. He said his phone was on silent. So when he finally did text me back and told me he was on his way over, I told him to forget it and leave me alone. He showed up anyway and we got into a huge fight.” “I’m sorry, Katie.” What I really wanted to say was “I told you so.” “He said that he can’t spend every second with me and he needs his friend time. I told him that I understood that and I would never keep him from seeing his friends, but we also had a date, and he promised that he would be over at ten.” “How did he respond?” “He was sorry and I was being unreasonable. We argued until three a.m. and then he left. I haven’t heard from him since.” I walked over and clasped her shoulders. “I’m sure he’ll call you later, but until then, do not, and I repeat, do not let him destroy your emotional state. If he promised to be over at ten and failed to do so, that’s his problem. He was in the

wrong, Katie, not you. You have done nothing wrong but to call him out on his broken promise. Don’t let him make you think you were in the wrong. Now do you understand why I avoid relationships at all costs?” She rolled her eyes and sighed. Picking up her phone, she checked it, and I immediately snatched it from her hands. “No checking to see if he texted you. You will survive until he comes to his senses.” “Fine,” she huffed. “How did your date go with Cliff? Did you sleep with him?” “Dinner was great. The sex was awful. He couldn’t stay hard.” A soft laugh escaped her lips. “Why? What did you do to him?” “He blamed it on the condom and then he said he was really nervous. We won’t be seeing each other again.” “Why? Because he sucked in bed?” She smirked. “That’s one reason, but the other is because he said that he had feelings for me and last night confirmed them. He also said that there’s no denying the attraction between us.” “Poor sucker.” She laughed. “I’m going to go into the back and grab another box of clothes for us to put out. I’ll be right back. Try to hold it together while I’m gone.” “Very funny.” Grabbing a box of clothes from the back, I carried it up to the front and set it on the floor next to the sales counter. The soft ring of the bell that hung above the front door made me look up and take notice of the incredibly sexy man that walked into the store. “Hi, welcome to Emily’s Edge. Can I help you with something?” Katie’s face lit up as she practically ran over to him. “I’m just looking right now. Thank you,” he spoke. “OH MY GOD!” she mouthed as she turned and looked at me. Rolling my eyes, I noticed her phone, which was sitting on the counter, went off. “Your phone went off,” I spoke as I held it up. Sprinting over to the counter, she grabbed it from my hands and became giddy with excitement as

she saw she had a text message from Alex. “Go in the back and take care of your relationship.” I smiled at her. Taking the box cutter from the counter, I began to slice open the box and my finger somehow got in the way. “SHIT!” I yelled. The sexy man, who was looking at the dresses, turned and looked at me as I wrapped my other hand around my wounded finger. “Are you okay?” he asked in a low but husky voice. “Yes. I’m fine. Just a little cut,” I spoke as I grabbed some tissues from underneath the counter. “May I take a look?” He walked his designer-suit self over to me. As he approached closer, I couldn’t help but focus on his incredible sinfully beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Not the light chocolate kind, but the dark. “Are you a doctor?” I gulped. “No. Just a concerned customer who flinched when the sales associate shouted ‘shit’ in the middle of the store.” “Sorry about that. Instant reaction. Anyway, thank you for your concern, but I’m fine.” “If you’re fine, let me see.” He smirked. I sighed as I removed the bloody tissue from my finger and it was still bleeding. “It’s still bleeding,” he spoke. “It hasn’t clotted yet. I’m a slow clotter.” “That actually sounds gross, but I’ll take your word for it. If the bleeding doesn’t stop soon, you may need stitches.” “I thought you weren’t a doctor.” I smirked. “I’m not, but my sister is, and I’ve been around her long enough to know some medical stuff.” “Ah. Okay then. Are you sure you don’t need any help?” I asked. “Actually,” he looked at his watch, “I’m very limited on time. My sister, the doctor, was in here the other day and she saw a dress she liked. She said it was cream-colored, knee-length, spaghetti straps,

and had a light pink flower that was attached to the waist.” “Oh, I know which one you’re talking about.” I walked over to the rack that had all of Evelyn’s designs and pulled it out. “This is the one she’s talking about. It’s a one-of-a-kind design.” His eyes raked over the dress and then met mine, staring at me for what seemed like eternity before speaking. “Nice. Do you have it in a small?” The one I was holding up was a large, so I put it back on the rack and looked through the other two next to it. “I do. I have one left.” I smiled. “Great. I’ll take it.” He took the dress from me. “Do you think that the other girl who is working here could ring and wrap it up? I would hate for you to get your blood all over my sister ’s dress. I’m not sure I could explain that one.” “Shit.” I looked at my finger as blood was running down it through the tissue. Running back to the counter, I grabbed another tissue and wrapped it around my finger as I called for Katie. “Sorry about that,” she spoke with happiness all over her face. “Oh no, what did you do?” “Box cutter. I’ll be fine. Can you ring this gentleman up, please?” “Oh, of course.” Her smile brightened as she took the dress from him. “Do you always buy your sister dresses?” I asked sarcastically. “It’s for her birthday, if you must know. She pretty much told me that I can buy it for her.” He smiled. He paid in cash and fixated his eyes on me while Katie folded up the dress, wrapped it in tissue, and placed it in the bag. The way he stared at me made me feel a little uncomfortable. Not in a scary way, but in a sexual way. He was the type of looking man that you just knew was more than a god in the bedroom. The way he carried himself with such composure and confidence spoke volumes. His tousled light sandy brown hair, masculine jawline, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, and the five o’clock shadow that graced his face were beyond intoxicating. Snapping back into reality as Katie handed him the bag, I told him to have a nice day. “You better go have that finger looked at. You need stitches.” A cunning smirk crossed his face as

he walked his six foot one perfect body out of my shop. “Umm. Can I die now?” Katie looked at me with seriousness. “He was pretty cute.” I replaced the Kleenex on my finger with a new one. “Pretty cute? Are you serious, Emily? He was drop dead gorgeous!” “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” I smiled as I threw my purse over my shoulder and began to walk away. “Yes, and where are you going?” “To get some stitches. Hold down the fort while I’m gone.” “Good luck!”

Chapter 4 After getting three stitches put in my finger, I headed back to the shop, and when I walked in, Evelyn came running over to me. “Finger first. How are you?” she asked. “Fine. Three stitches. Not too bad.” “Good. Now, me and you are going out tonight.” “We are? Where are we going?” I asked as I set my purse down. “We are going speed dating!” She grinned. “Why?” I twisted my face. “Why not? I’m single, you’re single, it’s on my bucket list, and I’ve always wanted to try it. It’ll be fun! Two hours, five to six minutes with each guy, a check by yes or no, and we’re out of there.” “Fine. But just so you know, I’m checking no for each guy.” “Ugh. Whatever. Do what you want, but we’re going to have a great time. Anyway, I brought my sketchbook with my new designs. Tell me what you think. By the way, Katie told me that some drop dead gorgeous man bought one of my dresses this morning for his sister.” “And he was totally checking her out,” Katie shouted from the pants rack. “He was not, and,” I shrugged my shoulders, “he was cute.” “Date worthy?” Evelyn asked. “Maybe. But I’m sure I’ll never see him again, so no big deal.” I left the shop at five to go home and get ready for my night out with Evelyn. As I was applying my makeup, a text message came through from Cliff. “Hi. I missed you today. Like, I really missed you. I know you said you weren’t ready for a relationship, but I could totally see us together. We can take it really slow. I’m willing to wait for as long as it takes.” I sighed as I set down my makeup brush, picked up my phone, and began to text him back. After thinking about it, I decided not to respond, as it would probably lead to blowing up my phone all night. So, I would respond to him tomorrow. Tonight was a girls’ night out, not a man-drama night.

**** As we stepped into the Martini bar, we signed in at the long rectangular table by the door and were told to grab a drink and relax before the event started. “What can I get you, miss?” the bartender asked. “I’ll have a neat martini with three olives, please.” “And for you?” He glanced at Evelyn as he wiped down the counter. “Dry martini with a twist.” She smiled. Leaning against the edge of the bar, I took note of all the girls that were there in hopes of finding their Prince Charming tonight. “Where are the guys? Is this a lesbian speed dating? Because if it is, Evelyn, I’m killing you.” She laughed. “No. It’s not a lesbian speed dating. The guys are put in another room so no one can interact with each other before it starts.” “Oh.” The bartender handed me my martini. As I sipped it, I counted the small square and round tables that had number signs in the middle of them. There were twenty tables total. The host of the event got on the speaker and announced it was time to start. We were told to line up in a single line and whatever number we were in line, was the number of which table we would start at first. I was third in line, so I had to make sure I started with table three. We women were told to close our eyes until the men took their seats at the table. I was a little offended and found it a bit sexist that we couldn’t sit at the tables first and have the men come to us. That was what I would do if I hosted one of these things. As soon as the bell rang, we all scattered out of line and headed to our designated tables. I took a seat across from the guy at table three. “Hi, I’m Mark.” He smiled. “I’m Emily. So what do you do for work?” I bluntly asked. “I’m an architect. And you?” “I own a boutique called Emily’s Edge.” He was cute in his black wavy hair way. “How do you feel about relationships?” I asked as I leaned over the table and narrowed my eye at

him. “Um. I like relationships? I think it’s important to have someone special to share your life with.” “What do you think about cheaters?” He leaned back in his chair and the look of fear fell into his eyes, which led me to believe he was a cheater. “I think they’re wrong, but you never know the circumstances as to why they cheated. There’s two sides to every story.” The bell rang and it was time to get up and go to the next table. “Hi, I’m Brad.” His perfectly over-whitened teeth blinded me. “Emily. Nice to meet you.” Before I could attack him with my question, he asked his first. “You’re hot. What do you think about sex on the first date?” “As long as there’s a mutual attraction, I think it’s okay.” “Is there a mutual attraction here?” he asked with his blinding smile. I sat there for a few moments and studied him. He was a player and all he was there for was to snatch up some poor unsuspecting girl to have sex with. “Depends. How big is your dick?” “Whoa!” He chuckled. “I love a girl who’s bold. I can promise you that it will leave you fully satisfied.” “For how long? A minute, an hour, a day? Which is it, Brad?” The bell rang before he could answer. Damn it. I was having so much fun with him. “I like you, Emily!” he shouted as he pointed at me. Rolling my eyes, I sat down at the next table and my eyes widened at the man who was sitting across from me. “Emily.” Cliff began to choke. “Really, Cliff? So you’re willing to wait for as long as it takes lasted a whole hour?” “I can explain, Emily.” He put up his hands.

I reached over and grabbed the sheet he had in front of him. “Give me this! Wow. Three yesses already?” “They aren’t real yesses. I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” He took the paper out of my hands. The bell rang and it was time to get up. As I rose from my seat, I glanced over at him as the next woman sat down. “Sex last night with you was awful. I hope you get your problem with your dick straightened out. By the way, don’t call me again and consider yourself blocked.” I smiled as I headed to the next table. Out of the twenty guys I sat with for about six minutes, surprisingly, there were two which I found could possibly be fun to date. As I was sipping on another martini, Evelyn walked up to me. “How did you do?” I asked. “There are six guys I’m totally interested in. I just hope some of them are interested in me. How about you? Please tell me you didn’t say no to all of them.” “I didn’t. I found two gentlemen I feel would be fun.” “Which ones?” She glared at me. Before I could answer her question, Brad came strolling over to us with his hands buried deep in his pants pockets. “Hello there, beautiful.” He grinned at me. “I just wanted to let you know that you’ll be getting an email tomorrow. I checked a big fat yes for you, my lady.” “How nice. Let me ask you something. Do you like to wear condoms?” I smirked. “I sure do. It’s the only way I roll. You can’t be too careful these days, even if the woman says she’s on birth control. Plus, all those diseases being spread around.” He shuddered. “Good. I’ll be anxiously awaiting the email.” “Why wait? Let’s go out and hit the town up now.” He hooked his arm around me. Ducking out from under him, I placed my hand on his chest. “Good things come to those who wait, Brad.” Evelyn was laughing so hard, she spilled her drink. “I need to get this one home.” I pointed at her. “She’s had a little too much. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Chapter 5 One Month Later The store was doing great. Evelyn’s designs were selling out faster than she could produce more and my dating life was taking a toll on me. As I was hanging up some new shirts that had just arrived and Katie was helping a customer, Evelyn walked in. “Hey, Evelyn.” I smiled. “I brought you something,” she spoke as she handed me a garment bag. Unzipping it, I pulled out a strapless, beaded sweetheart neckline short black dress. “Wow. This is beautiful.” “Thank you. You’re going to look fabulous in it.” I gave her a blank stare. “Huh? This is for me?” “Yes. It’s for you to wear to the wedding you’re going to attend with me on Saturday night.” “What wedding?” “Remember I told you a few months back that my friend Rebecca was getting married?” “Yeah. I thought you were taking a date.” “I was up until a couple of days ago. Then the asshole bailed on me. He used the sick mother excuse. I don’t want to go alone and I know how much you love weddings.” She smirked. “Ah yes. Weddings are the joy of my life. Two people committing the rest of their lives to each other in front of all their family and friends only to end up divorced in ten years.” She rolled her eyes at me. “So you’ll go?” “Do I really have to?” “Yes. We’ll have so much fun. We’ll drink and dance the night away.” “Free booze and music. I can handle that.” I smiled. “Excellent. And remember, if anyone asks about your dress, you tell them I designed it.” “Of course I would. I better go try it on to make sure it fits.”

While I was walking past the counter to the fitting rooms, I heard my phone beep. Picking it up, I saw I had a text message from Louis, one of the guys I casually dated a few times. “Hey, babe. I got to thinking about you last night and I think we should start seeing each other more. My friend told me when he saw us out together that we looked really good as a couple and I think it’s time to take our relationship to the next level.” Relationship? What relationship? We’d only been on a few dates. Shit. Why can’t guys just want to date without the damn strings attached? I was so mentally drained from these guys that I was giving up on dating for a while. I needed a damn break for my own sanity. “My name is Emily, not babe. We don’t have a relationship, Louis. We went out a few times and I’m not looking for anything more. I was very upfront with you on our first date. So there will be no next level.” I sighed as I set my phone down and went into the fitting room to try on the dress Evelyn brought me. **** The wedding reception took place at the Waldorf Astoria. Beautifully lit chandeliers hung from the ceiling, giving off soft light, making the ambiance a romantic one. Expensive white linens draped over the tables and chairs and elegant candle-lit floral centerpieces graced each table. Evelyn and I were supposed to attend the ceremony, but she got held up with a production problem for her new line. That was fine with me because I didn’t believe in, nor did I like weddings. The moment we stepped inside the Grand Ballroom, we were greeted with tall glasses of champagne. Taking one from the tray, I sipped it and looked around at the black-tie affair. A table to the right of us housed small fancy cut cards with our names written in exquisite handwriting in order to alert us at which table we were seated. “Looks like we’re at table number fifteen,” Evelyn spoke. “Shall we make our way or get another drink first?” Downing the last of my champagne, I held up the empty glass. “Drink first.” I smiled. We made our way to the bar and stood in a long line of others who had the same idea. While Evelyn was in front of me talking with one of the other guests, a low voice spoke behind me. “How’s your finger doing?”

Chills ran down my spine as I slowly turned around and stared at the sexy man who was in my shop a month ago. “It’s much better. Thank you.” I smiled. “Did you get stitches?” “I did. Three of them.” “I do believe I told you so.” He smirked. I swallowed hard as I discreetly checked him out from head to toe. Designer black tux, crisp white shirt, and a black bowtie made him even more sexy than his business suit did. “So, what are you doing here?” I asked. “The same thing you are.” “Bride or groom?” “Neither. I’m here with a friend. You?” “Same.” “Who’s your date?” he asked with caution. “My friend, Evelyn. In fact, she’s the one who designed the dress you bought for your sister.” Evelyn was so engaged in a conversation she was having with someone else, she didn’t notice that I was talking to him. “Evelyn.” I placed my hand on her shoulder and she turned around. “I would like you to meet—” I looked at him. “Jackson Caine.” He held out his hand. “Nice to meet you.” She placed her hand in his. “Mr. Caine bought one of your dresses for his sister,” I spoke. “Ah, well, thank you. I hope she liked it.” “She loved it.” With a smile, she turned around and placed her drink order. “I don’t believe I caught your name.” Jackson grinned.

“Emily Wade.” He narrowed his eye as he stared at me. “As in Emily’s Edge?” “Yes. I’m the owner of the shop.” I smiled. “Impressive.” His brow raised. Out of nowhere, a tall, lanky brunette came up and placed her hand on his back. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” “Looks like you found me,” he spoke with a hint of irritation. It was my turn at the bar and I asked the bartender for a glass of Pinot Grigio. “Make that two glasses and a double scotch,” Jackson spoke behind me. As soon as the bartender handed me my wine, I held up my glass. “It was nice to meet you, Jackson.” I walked away and caught up with Evelyn, who was engaged in another conversation. “That’s the guy who was in the shop that day?” she whispered as she lightly grabbed hold of my arm. “Yes.” “Shit, Emily. Katie was right; he is drop dead gorgeous. What’s he doing here?” “Obviously, he’s here with his girlfriend.” “The brunette?” she asked. “Yep.” “She’s not that pretty. He could do so much better.” I rolled my eyes and we made our way to table number fifteen and took our seats. So far, we were the only two sitting down. As I was sipping on my wine, I looked up and noticed Jackson and his brunette heading over our way. My stomach did a little flip as he took the seat next to mine. “Hello again.” He smiled. “Looks like we’re table mates.” “I’ll be right back. I’m going to use the ladies’ room,” the brunette spoke as she got up from her chair. “Girlfriend?” I picked up my glass and took a sip.

“Oh, good god no. Just a friend.” I had to lightly laugh at his reply. He sounded like I offended him by asking. “How about you and Evelyn?” “What about me and Evelyn?” I twisted my face. “Are the two of you—” I almost choked on the wine that was sliding down the back of my throat. “NO! Do you think I’m a lesbian?” I whispered. “She works for me.” A sly smile crossed his soft-looking perfect lips. “You can never be too sure these days.” “So you think that because I came with my friend to a wedding because she didn’t want to come alone, that we’re lesbians?” “Like I said, you can never be too sure these days.” He winked. “Well, I can assure you that I’m not. I have so much man drama in my life that sometimes I contemplate it.” Other guests took a seat at our table and we did the round of introductions. Kami was the brunette’s name and she didn’t look too happy that Jackson was talking to me. Right before dinner was served, the bride and groom stood up and gave a speech.

Chapter 6

“Simon and I would like to thank all of you for attending and celebrating our wonderful day with us. We both feel so honored that you took the time out of your busy schedules to share the most important day of our lives.” “The next important day will be your divorce,” I whispered. “Right?” Jackson looked over at me with a small smile. “We are so excited to start our lives together as husband and wife. A union made before God of two people who will love each other for eternity.” “Until the marriage goes south and one of you cheats,” I spoke in a very low, soft voice. “And it will happen.” Jackson winked. I couldn’t help but steal small glances at Jackson as we ate our five-course meal. His comebacks to my snide remarks intrigued me. It was almost as if he felt the same way about marriage as I did. Pulling my phone from my purse, I set it down next to my plate. Suddenly, several dings came through at once with text messages from Brad, Louis, and Daniel. Jackson glanced down at my phone and then raised his brow at me. “It seems you are very popular with the boys.” “It seems you are quite nosy.” I smirked. “Couldn’t help but be when your phone was blowing up and all those little dings were piercing my ears.” Evelyn left the table to go talk to the bride and Kami left as well to go talk to the groom. I picked up my phone and held it up to Jackson. “This is the man drama I was talking about earlier.” “It seems like you have your hands full.” His brow arched. “I do and it’s exhausting. I’m taking a break from the dating world for a while.” “Pity. I was going to ask you out.” The corners of his mouth curved up into a striking smile. “You were not.” I lightly smacked his arm. “Okay, maybe I wasn’t. I don’t want to add to your man drama.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” I finished off my wine. “May I get you another glass of wine?” he asked. “Sure. I’ll walk with you.” As we were heading to the bar, it was time for the bridal dance. The bride and groom took their places in the middle of the oversized dance floor and “All of Me” by John Legend began to play. Jackson handed me my wine and with his scotch in his, we stared out at the happy couple as they shared their first dance as husband and wife. “I bet five years from now, the expression on their faces will totally change,” I spoke. “I agree. It’s all rainbows and roses now, but give it a couple of years.” “I feel like weddings are a fraud.” “How do you mean?” he asked as he looked at me. “Well, people attend, give obscene amounts of money as a wedding gift, and in ten years, the happy couple who pledged their love for each other in front of all those people and made a promise til death do us part end up divorced. Then when you get the news that the happy little couple couldn’t make it work, all you keep thinking about is the money you gave them.” Jackson chuckled. “I never looked at it like that. I think I like your thought process, and I agree. All your little remarks and comments lead me to believe that you’re a couple hater.” “I’m not a couple hater. I’m just a firm believer that nothing lasts forever. I don’t believe in longterm relationships or two people becoming one. For god’s sake, you are your own person, but all that goes out the window the moment you decide to hand over your life, emotional control, and identity to another person. You don’t need to be in a relationship to be happy. If anything, relationships wreak more havoc on your life than anything else.” “Wow. Very insightful and I agree with every word you just said. Relationships are for the weak. They’re for those who seek others so they can feel strong. Besides, people are selfish. They only enter into relationships if they can get something out of it.” “Truth, Mr. Caine.” I smiled as I clanked my glass against his. I stood there and listened to Jackson Caine, who had the same exact views on relationships as I did. It was refreshing to finally meet a man whose thought process was the same as mine. “So, do you have woman drama?” I asked.

“Yes, sometimes I do. It’s emotionally draining,” he replied. “Right? It’s like what part of ‘I don’t want a relationship’ do you not understand? We can go out to dinner, dance, drink, and have sex, but that’s the extent of it. I don’t want to meet your family. I don’t want to be exclusive. I don’t want to have to answer to you and tell you what I do every five seconds of every day, and I don’t want to have to explain myself as to why I didn’t text or call you back thirty seconds after you called or texted me.” “Damn, Emily. You have hit the nail on the head.” “Shouldn’t you be with your date?” I cocked my head. The corners of his mouth curved into a sly smile. “I’d much rather be in your company right now. The stimulating conversation is very engaging.” Once the bridal dance was over, fast music started to play and Evelyn ran up to me, grabbed my hand, and dragged me out to the dance floor. “You’ve been talking to Jackson all night. What’s up?” “Nothing. We just share the same views on relationships.” “Great.” She rolled her eyes. “Another relationship hater.” I giggled and shook my hips to the beat of the music, letting myself get lost and forgetting about the text messages I had yet to respond to.

Chapter 7 Jackson I stared at her as she danced on the dance floor. Her body was every man’s dream. Five foot seven, long slender legs, lean figure, long, bouncy blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She was as smart as a whip. Strong, independent, and hated relationships as much as I did. She had just become the perfect woman to have fun with when I needed it. She was career driven, just as I was. Anti-relationship, just like me. I’d never met anyone like her before. I took notice of her that day in her shop. She piqued my interest because she was so beautiful. I had thought about returning to the store a few times after that day but decided that I was already dating too many women at once and adding another to the mix wouldn’t be a good idea. As I was watching her, Kami walked over and hooked her arm around me. “Are you ready to go?” she asked. “Not yet.” I continued to stare at Emily, as she had my full attention. “Are you staring at that blonde that was sitting at our table?” she asked. “And what if I was?” I glanced over at her. “We aren’t in a relationship. We both are unattached. It’s not a crime to stare at another woman.” “No, it’s not a crime. It’s just rude and disrespectful. You know what? I’m tired of these games with you. I’m leaving.” She stomped away in a huff. I sighed, and as the song ended, Emily walked over to me. “What’s wrong with Kami?” she asked. “She got mad at me and left.” “What did you do to her?” “Nothing. That was her problem.” “Poor girl.” She smirked. “Evelyn and I are going to go. It was a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Caine.” She held out her hand. “The pleasure was all mine, Miss Wade.” I placed my hand in hers and brought it up to my lips. “I hope you get your man drama sorted out.”

“That’s my goal.” I watched as she walked away and out of the ballroom. I would let her sort out her man drama, and when the time was right, we’d reconnect, and I’d take her to my bed. ****

One Month Later Emily “I just wanted to let you know that I think I’m going to take a break from dating for a while. It’s nothing against you, I swear. I just need some time to focus on me. Have a nice life, Emily.” “YES!” I shouted as I raised my hands in the air and did a little dance in the store. “What’s that for?” Katie asked as she glanced over at me. “Bruce doesn’t want to date me anymore.” I grinned. “The last of the man drama and now I can put them all behind me.” “Gee, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because after your date last week, you totally ignored his hundreds of text messages and phone calls.” “He wasn’t taking me seriously when I told him I didn’t want a relationship. I had no choice. I couldn’t stand his text messages anymore with him telling me every move he made. Waking me up at five a.m. to let me know he was going running. Texting me at six thirty to let me know he was getting in the shower and then again at nine to inform me that he arrived at the office. OH MY GOD, I thought I was going to rip my hair out. And when I told him that I didn’t need to have a play by play of his day, he just laughed and said I was too cute. I’m over it. I’m taking a long break from dating.” “I think that’s a good idea. But I still think you should seek therapy. You find flaws with everyone you meet. You always have. Just like your mom did,” Katie spoke. “It’s not that I find flaws with them; it’s just they want more and can’t seem to respect my decision about relationships.” “To be honest, and I’ve told you this before,” Katie hung the last dress on the rack and walked over to me, “your views on relationships suck.” I shrugged. **** The past two weeks were some of the most relaxing weeks I’d had in a very long time. I wasn’t

dating and only focused on my shop and the online fashion boutique I wanted to start up. My phone was silent and, after a long day at work, I retreated back to my apartment, took long hot baths, cooked dinner for myself, drank wine, and binged watched Netflix. Life was good and I was enjoying my non-dating life. It was Friday morning. I stopped at Starbucks for my usual on the way to work morning coffee, opened up the store, and began going over yesterday’s sales. Noelle, my other sales clerk, strolled in ten minutes late. “Sorry I’m late, Emily. The cab I was in on the way here got into a fender bender.” She sighed as she set her purse down behind the counter. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine. I just got out and walked the rest of the way.” “Well, if you start to feel any post-accident effects, let me know.” “I’ll be fine.” “We got a shipment of new jewelry in last night before we closed. Can you price them and put them out?” “Sure. I’ll get right on it.” She smiled. As I was sitting behind the counter with my laptop, the door chimed, and I looked up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Jackson Caine step inside my shop. “Good morning, Emily.” He grinned as he walked towards me with his hands tucked neatly in his pockets. “Good morning, Mr. Caine. What brings you in my store today?” I casually smiled back. “I was in the area and decided to drop by and see how you were doing. Actually, to see if you got your man drama straightened out.” “I did. Drama free and loving every minute of it.” “Good to hear. How would you like to have dinner with me tonight? No man drama from me, I can guarantee you.” I sat there for a moment, staring at his intoxicating sexiness in his dark gray tailored designer suit. I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t think about him and our conversations at the wedding that night. There was a connection between us. I felt it and I believed it was because our thought processes about

relationships were the same. We had something in common and I took comfort knowing that. A nice dinner with him and great conversation wouldn’t hurt. I found him interesting and actually wanted to get to know him better. Not only was he handsome as all fuck, but I was also attracted to his personality. “I would like to have dinner with you tonight. Thank you for the invitation.” I smiled. “Excellent. If you’ll give me your address, I’ll pick you up around seven.” “You pick the restaurant and I’ll meet you there. Is that okay?” “That’s fine. May I have your phone number to keep in touch in case something happens?” “You’re not going to text me your daily activities, are you?” I asked with a twisted face. “What?” He chuckled. “Like that you’re leaving the office. You arrived home. You’re getting in the shower. You’re eating a snack.” “Good god, no. Do men actually do that?” He arched his brow. “Unfortunately.” I looked down. “I can promise you that I would never do that. If I’m going to text you, it’ll be because I want to say hi or I have information for you, such as the name of the restaurant for dinner tonight.” He pulled out his phone and added me to his contacts. “I’ll text you later. Have a good day, Emily.” “Thanks, Jackson. You too.” He gave me a wink and began to head towards the door. Before opening it, he turned and looked at me. “By the way, I love your store.” “Thanks.” I smiled. Just as he walked out, Evelyn walked in. “Was that Jackson Caine?” “Yes, it was.” “Did he buy another one of my designs?”

“No. He came to ask me to dinner.” “And you said?” “I said yes.” I gave a small smile. “What happened to taking time off from dating and man drama?” “He’s different. Remember, he’s just as anti-relationship as I am.” “You two should get along really well, then.” She laughed.

Chapter 8 Jackson After leaving Emily’s shop, I headed to the office. “Good morning, Mr. Caine. Mr. Windsor is in your office waiting for you.” “Thank you, Audrey, and good morning to you too.” Walking into my office, I found my best friend and vice president, Samuel, sitting in the chair across from my desk. “Where have you been?” “I had to make a stop on the way in. Remember that girl I told you about? Emily? The one who owns the shop where I bought Jules’ dress for her birthday?” “Yeah. Wasn’t she the one you ran into at that wedding?” “Yes. I asked her to have dinner with me tonight.” “Good for you, bro. Now the two of you can bash relationships all night. Speaking of which, I’m breaking up with Steph tonight. Wish me luck that she doesn’t go all psychotic.” “I wish you all the luck in the world, man. That girl is a bit unstable.” “I know.” He shook his head. “Anyway, we need to go over the market analysis for the condo project.” After my meeting was finished, I asked Audrey to come into my office. “Yes, Mr. Caine?” “Please call Jean Georges and make a reservation for two at seven o’clock tonight. My usual table.” “Yes, sir.” Picking up my phone from my desk, I sent Emily a text message. “Jean Georges at seven o’clock. Trump Hotel. I’ll be waiting for you outside.” “Nice choice. I will see you then.”

I smiled and set down my phone. She intrigued me, and she was one woman whom I wanted to get to know better. Things felt natural with her that night at the wedding. I enjoyed her company and I wanted more of it. I wanted all of her. But I’d have to play that very carefully or I’d run the risk of never seeing her again. The other women, I didn’t care about. And even though I only spoke with Emily for a few hours that night, I instantly knew that I needed to see her again. **** “I seriously can’t believe you’re going out with him after you’re on a dating hiatus,” Katie spoke as she lay across my bed. “This black dress or should I go red?” I held up both dresses in front of me. “Go red.” “I have a good feeling about him. I know he won’t be a problem.” “For both your sakes, I hope not.” She sighed. After slipping into my dress, I ran the brush through my long blonde hair one last time, dabbed on a scarlet red lip color, slipped into my heels, and Katie and I walked out together. “Have fun tonight. Are you coming into the store tomorrow?” she asked. “Yes. I should be there around eleven-ish.” “Okay. I can’t wait to hear all about your date. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She smirked. The cab driver pulled up to the curb of the Trump Hotel and I saw Jackson standing outside waiting for me. Upon opening the door, he walked over and held out his hand. “You look very lovely.” He smiled as he took hold of my hand and helped me from the cab. “Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.” When we approached the hostess desk, a brunette greeted us and immediately walked us over to our table. “Have you ever eaten here?” Jackson asked. “I’ve been here a couple of times.” “With your other men, I presume.” He smirked. “Yes. And one of them forgot his wallet at home and I ended up paying the bill.” “I can assure you that you won’t be paying the bill tonight.” He winked.

As we were looking over our menus, the tall skinny waitress came over to take our drink order. “We’ll have a bottle of champagne,” Jackson spoke. “Very good. As soon as I bring that, I’ll take your dinner order.” “What are you going to have?” he asked as he looked up from his menu. “I think the beef tenderloin.” His brow arched as he smiled. “Ah, a girl who likes meat.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “The women you date don’t eat meat?” “They mostly eat lettuce.” “Well, I like my meat.” “That’s something I like to hear.” The corners of his mouth turned into a sly grin and I could feel my face redden. The waitress brought over our champagne, poured some in each glass, and then proceeded to take our order. “So,” I picked up my glass and took a sip, “tell me about Jackson Caine. I want all the dirt.” I smiled. “Well, I’m thirty years old. You know I have a sister. Did I mention that she’s my twin?” “Really? Wait a minute. If your sister is your twin, then it was your birthday as well.” “You are correct.” He smiled. I raised my glass to him. “Happy belated birthday.” “Thank you, Emily.” He brought his glass to mine. “May I ask what you do for work?” “I’m the CEO of Caine Property Development & Management, which I took over for my father after his retirement.” “Impressive. Your father can’t be that old.” “He’s fifty-five. His philosophy was that he put in his time, built his company, and now it’s up to me to run it while he and his current wife travel the world.” “Your parents are divorced?”

“Yes. Multiple times over.” He smiled. “My father is on his fifth wife and my mother is on her fourth husband. I swear they’re in competition with each other to see who can marry the most times before they die.” “Wow. That’s crazy.” He held up his glass to me. “Hence the reason I don’t believe in relationships.” “Touché.” I smiled as I clanked my glass against his. “I grew up watching the bad relationships my parents had with each other and their significant others. Neither one of them have ever been happy.” “I’m sorry. What about your sister? Is she also anti-relationship?” “Not as bad as I am. She’s had her share of men, but now she let down her guard and fell in love with a doctor she met at the hospital. They’ve been dating a little over a year.” “That must have been scary for her.” “It was, but he treats her like a queen and she’s happy. I just hope it lasts.” “You don’t have to be in a relationship to be happy in life,” I spoke as I sipped my champagne. “Relationships have a way of taking a happy person and turning them miserable.” “I fully agree. So, what about your parents?” “I never knew my father and my mother passed away a couple of years ago from cancer.” “I’m sorry for your loss. Did she ever marry?” “Oh God no.” I laughed. “Hence the reason I am the way I am. She didn’t believe in relationships and dated a slew of men over the years. She always told me that companionship is good, but relationships are bad. The minute a guy wanted to become serious, she dumped him. She was very career driven. Her business and I were her life.” “What did she do?” “She owned her own insurance company. Before she passed away, she sold it and put the money in an account for me. That’s how I was able to open my own shop.” “Tell me if I’m being too personal, but what about your father? You said you never knew him. Did she ever talk about him?” “The only thing she ever told me was that she wasn’t sure who my father was and it didn’t matter

because it was just the two of us and that’s how it would always be.” “Do you ever wonder?” he asked. “I used to, but I haven’t in a long time. What’s the point?” The corners of his mouth curved upwards as he picked up his glass. “Here’s to enjoying life the way we want.” “And staying single and happy.” I held up my glass to his. After finishing dinner, Jackson paid the bill and we stepped outside the restaurant. We stood there, facing each other in the midst of that awkward moment phase. He slowly brought his hand up to my face. “You are an incredibly beautiful woman and I enjoyed having dinner with you.” He smiled. “Thank you. I had a great time.” “Would it be okay if I kissed you goodnight?” “I think that would be okay.” I softly smiled as I stared into his eyes. He moved his hand from my cheek and cupped my chin as his head dipped and his lips brushed against mine. His kiss was everything I knew it would be. Soft, sensual, delightful, and sexy. He pulled away and stared at me with a hunger in his eyes. He wanted more than just a brief kiss and the way my body was reacting to him, so did I. No words were spoken as his lips met mine once again. My arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue slipped inside and tangled with mine. A wetness down below emerged as well as a fierce ache that couldn’t be tamed. “Go get a room, you two,” a passerby shouted. Both of us laughed mid-kiss as he placed his hands on my hips. “There’s a room right inside,” he spoke. “Yes, there is.” I smirked. “Are you interested in seeing what the room has to offer?” “Very interested.” The smile on his face grew wide as he grabbed my hand and we walked into the Trump Hotel.

“Good evening, may I help you?” the gentleman behind the counter asked. “We need a room,” Jackson replied. “Any preference?” “No. Not tonight anyway. Just give us what you have available.” “How many nights will you be staying?” “Just one.” “We have our park suite available. All I’ll need is your credit card, please.” Jackson reached into his wallet and handed him his card. “You’re all set, Mr. Caine. You are in room 1711.” “Thank you.” The moment the elevator doors shut, Jackson turned and smashed his mouth against mine all the way to the seventeenth floor. My body was already on fire with desire for him and I didn’t want his lips to leave mine. After opening the door to our room, he immediately locked it, swooped me up in his arms, and carried me to the bedroom.

Chapter 9 Jackson Her lips were as soft as silk and tasted like champagne. Setting her down on the floor, I wasted no time taking down the straps of her sexy red dress and letting it fall to the floor. Her red strapless bra pushed her tits up and created the most sensuous cleavage I’d ever seen, arousing me even more, until I looked down at the lace red string panties she was wearing that sent me over the edge. My tongue slid along her neck as I pushed her hair to the side, while my hands roamed up and down her, feeling the perfection of her body. Her skin beneath my fingers was as soft as a rose petal and I couldn’t wait to bury my cock deep inside this beauty that I had the pleasure of getting to know tonight. Bringing my fingers around to the clasp of her bra, I unhooked it with ease. Her breasts were natural, beautifully formed, and the perfect size. Her soft pink nipples hardened into peaks beneath my touch and her hands combed through my hair. Wrapping one arm around her, I lay her down on the bed, removing my mouth from hers as my tongue slid across each of her breasts. A light moan escaped her lips as her hand wrapped around my neck, forcing me to take her entire breast in my mouth. What I wouldn’t give to just plunge my cock deep inside her at that moment. But this needed to last. I needed to make sure she was fully pleasured and her arousal was fully heightened before I fucked her. She deserved it. My hand slid down the front of her panties, feeling the smoothness of her freshly shaven skin, and softly caressed her clit before dipping my finger inside. She gasped with excitement and threw her head back as she took in the pleasure I gave her. She aroused me in every sense, the way only a woman like her could. Removing my finger, I took down her panties, pulled her to the edge of the bed, got down on my knees, and buried my face between her legs. A moan of desire escaped her. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she arched her back while my tongue made her orgasm something fierce. Standing up, I took out a condom from my wallet, took down my pants, and smiled as I hovered over her beautiful body. Her hands cupped each side of my face as my lips met hers for a passionate kiss. Lowering myself, I thrust inside her with ease, letting her take me in until I was buried deep inside her. With slow, soft strokes, I moved in and out of her, taking pleasure in the way her pussy enveloped my cock. The warmth she possessed inside was gratifying as my skin began to form beads of sweat. Moans rumbled in my chest as I pushed up and picked up my pace while I stared into her eyes. Words weren’t spoken, but her expression and body movement already told me what I needed to know. The buildup was coming and all it would take was her orgasm to send me over the edge. Her screams of ecstasy filled the room and her legs tightened around me while her body shook

underneath me. One last thrust and I halted as I closed my eyes and strained to push out every last drop. Dropping my body on hers, I buried my face in her neck. Her breathing was rapid, as was mine, making it hard to catch our breath. Lifting myself off of her, I kissed her lips and then disposed of the condom in the bathroom. When I walked back into the room, I found her sitting up and slipping back into her dress. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Getting dressed.” She smirked. “Take it off and put this on.” I reached in the closet and grabbed a robe from the hanger. “Aren’t we leaving?” she asked as she took it from me. “No. Why would we leave? I paid for the night. We might as well enjoy what the room has to offer.” I grinned. “Do you usually leave right after sex?” “Most of the time. You don’t?” “Most of the time I do, but it’s already late and we’re here, so we might as well stay.” I put on the other robe. “Oh, okay. But I will warn you that I snore.” She smiled. I chuckled as I followed her into the living area. “I’ve been known to snore as well, so maybe we can have a contest of who snores the loudest.” She laughed and walked over to the counter where there was a display of chocolates and snacks. “Would you like me to open a bottle of wine?” I asked as I opened the refrigerator. “Wine sounds good, especially with this chocolate bar.” “Are you going to share that chocolate bar with me?” I smirked. “You like chocolate?” She narrowed her eye. “I love it. I keep a bag of it in my desk drawer at the office.” Her grin widened. “I keep a bag of it underneath the counter at the shop.” I opened the wine while she grabbed two glasses and we went back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. She broke the Hershey’s bar in half and handed it to me. “Ah! What are you doing?” she asked as I brought the glass up to my lips.

“Drinking some wine.” I arched my brow. “Mr. Caine, when you have chocolate and wine, you don’t taste the wine first.” “You don’t?” I cocked my head. “No. You break off a piece of chocolate, put it in your mouth, and savor the creamy taste. Then you,” she brought the glass up to her lips and took a drink, “wash it down with the wine. See, it’s a delicacy and it must be treated with the upmost respect.” She smiled. As I stared at her with my head tilted to the side, trying to absorb what she had just said, I couldn’t help but smile at how fucking adorable she was, and the word ‘adorable’ was not in my vocabulary. “My apologies to the chocolate.” “Thank you.” She gave a nod. “So, what’s the longest period of time you dated a guy?” “Hmm. Let me see.” She looked up at the ceiling. “A month. It would have been longer because he was a great guy, but he had to go and fall in love with me and then started to talk about marriage and how I was the one he could see spending the rest of his life with.” “Pity. Why can’t people understand the unnaturalness of relationships? I mean, spending your whole life with one person is absurd. I’m sure you’re well aware of anything you do in life for a long period of time gets boring.” “Right?!” Her eyes lit up. “Especially the sex.” She shuddered. “Not to mention the boring conversations that you’re forced to have with each other,” I spoke. “And being forced to put on a happy face to outsiders when really you just want to rip his head off because everything he does irritates the shit out of you.” “Definitely that one.” I pointed at her. “And the fights and the constant arguing.” “So draining. Why anyone would want to put themselves in that position is beyond me. As far as I’m concerned, people are way too selfish to get involved in relationships.” “I am.” I smiled. “Me too. So how about you? Longest relationship ever?” She popped another piece of chocolate in her mouth. “Never. I’ve never stuck around long enough for a relationship to form.”

“So you just date a woman once and move on to the next?” “No. Sometimes I date them three times and then they start getting attached. Texting me all the time, whining about seeing me again, saying how much they missed me. So I block their number and don’t see them again. I can’t stand needy women. They drive me insane.” “I can’t stand needy men either. Sometimes I just want to scream, ‘Grow a pair of balls and man the fuck up!’” I chuckled as I finished off my half of the chocolate and the wine. “As much as I love our tantalizing conversations, Mr. Caine, I’m wiped out.” “Me too. We should get some sleep.” I kissed her forehead. Good night, Emily.” “Good night, Jackson.” She rolled over away from me. “You don’t have to sleep so far away,” I spoke. “I need my space.” I smiled as I turned off the light and laid my head on the pillow.

Chapter 10 Emily As I lay there, the feeling of fire still ripped through my body. Jackson Caine was the BEST sex I’d ever had in my entire life. Even better than Jenner Brooks and I thought he was pretty good. Was it bad that I felt an ache down below that was screaming to be fulfilled again? Everything physically about him was beyond expectations. His tongue and hands worked magic on my body as they explored every inch of me, and his manhood—my god—his manhood was the perfect size. It was big but not overly huge. I could feel every inch of him inside. His thickness and length spoke for itself. Going beyond looks, his personality was one that I connected with right away. I felt comfortable with him. Almost as if I’d known him my entire life. As if he was a best friend who was waiting in the wings. I could definitely see a blooming friendship with him. A guy with whom I could go out and have fun with without any strings attached, have good sex, and call it a night. Could it be a possibility that I could have my cake and eat it too? Opening my eyes, I stared at his arm, which was draped around me. His face was buried in my hair from behind and the warmth of this breath cascaded down my neck. “Jackson?” I whispered. He moaned as he snuggled in closer to me. “Are you awake?” “I am now. What’s wrong?” he mumbled. “Nothing. I was just wondering why you’re all up in my space.” He removed his arm and turned on his back. “Sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Shifting my body, I turned on my side and smiled at him. “It’s fine. It was kind of nice.” He opened one eye and looked at me. “It was. Wasn’t it?” “I need coffee.” I placed my hand on his muscular chest.

“Me too. Let’s order room service before heading out.” I reached over to the nightstand and handed him the room service menu. “What are you in the mood for?” he asked as he sat up against the headboard. “Poached eggs, whole wheat toast, bacon, fresh fruit, coffee, and orange juice,” I replied. “Sounds like my kind of breakfast.” He smiled as he picked up the phone on his nightstand and placed our order. Climbing out of the bed, I went into the bathroom and washed my face. “You didn’t tell me I had mascara stains under my eyes,” I shouted to him. “You look fine to me.” Smiling, I patted my face dry with a towel and walked into the living area, where Jackson was looking out the window at Central Park. “I need to fuck you again, Emily,” he spoke, looking straight ahead. Shivers ran down my spine when I heard him say that. It was as if he read my mind. The ache down below had been fierce since last night. “Now? Breakfast will be here shortly.” He turned and looked me with a sly smile. Slowly walking over to me, he untied my robe and slid it off my shoulders. “Breakfast can wait.” His lips brushed against mine as his hands cupped my breasts and a moan rumbled in his throat. Untying his robe, I slid it off him and placed my hand on his cock, which was already hard and ready to go. “Damn, your hand feels so good,” he whispered as his fingers traveled up my thigh and dipped inside me. “So does yours,” I moaned as we both stood pressed against each other in the middle of the living room. “I want you from behind. Bend over the table,” he spoke in a commanding tone. “Wait, I need to make sure you are fully ready to take me inside of you.” He got down on his knees and let his mouth work my aching and throbbing area.

I was already on the verge of having an orgasm and I begged him not to stop. “Oh, I won’t until you give me what I desperately want,” he moaned. The feeling of pleasure that ripped through my body was exhilarating as I let out a high-pitched sound and the wave of an orgasm took over. He stood up and smashed his mouth into mine, giving me a taste of myself. He turned me around and bent me over the table, pulled a condom from his robe pocket, rolled it on, and wasted no time thrusting inside of me at a rapid animal-like pace. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a man’s voice spoke, “Room service.” “Fuck,” Jackson groaned. “Just leave it outside the door,” he shouted as he continued moving in and out of me. “I need a signature, sir,” the man’s voice spoke. “I will sign later! I’m busy at the moment.” He picked up the pace once again and I couldn’t help but laugh. “I told you.” I turned my head and looked at him. “Too bad. I’m finishing what I started.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, giving me a small kiss. A few more strokes were all it took for him to send me over the edge to oblivion and then he halted, making sure he was buried deep inside me while he moaned with pleasure. After he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, I slipped on my robe and opened the door, bringing the cart with the two trays on it inside. Once we were finished eating, we slipped into our clothes from last night and checked out. “Thank you for a wonderful night and morning.” He smiled as he placed his thumb on my chin. “You’re welcome. Thank you as well. I had a lot of fun.” “What are your plans for today?” he asked. “I have to go to the shop. I told Katie I’d be there by eleven, and seeing what time it is, I really have to go.” “Me too. I have some work to do at the office. I’ll see you around.” He kissed my forehead and hailed me a cab.

Chapter 11 Emily As I walked into the shop, Emily and Noelle looked up at me as they heard the bell on the door ring. I will admit, I was a hot mess and I didn’t have time to go home and change. Neither one of them said a word, but I could feel the glares from across the shop as I grabbed a dress and a pair of shoes and went into the fitting room to change. When I was finished and stepped out, the two of them were standing there with their arms folded. “What?” I asked. “Last night’s clothes,” Katie spoke. “And no makeup,” Noelle chimed in. “Not to mention your crazy hair.” “And? Jackson and I ended up staying at the Trump. We had breakfast and then I came straight here.” “You slept with him?” Katie followed me to the counter. “I did, and do you know what the best part was besides the amazing sex we had?” “What?” She narrowed her eye. “There was no ‘I’ll call you soon’ or ‘I’ll be in touch.’” I grinned. “He didn’t act like he was going to call you after being with you all night and this morning?” Noelle asked. “Nope. Isn’t life grand?” “So does that mean you won’t be seeing him again?” Katie asked. I shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll have to see.” “Do you want to see him again?” Noelle bit down on her bottom lip. “Yeah. I wouldn’t mind. He’s a great guy and we have so much in common. Spending time with him was fun.” The store was starting to get crowded, so Noelle walked around and interacted with the customers, asking if they needed any help.

“Today is Alex’s birthday,” Katie spoke. “That’s right. I completely forgot. Tell him I said happy birthday.” “You can tell him yourself because we want you to go out to dinner with us tonight.” “You two don’t want to celebrate alone?” “We can do that later. Actually, a couple of Alex’s friends are tagging along and—” She looked down as her tone became serious. “And what? What’s wrong?” “Elizabeth and Keith will be there.” “Elizabeth? As in the one you think Alex has feelings for? I told you just to come out and ask him.” “I did and he got all mad at me and asked how I could even think something like that. He said they’re just friends and that she’s his best friend’s girl. Then he told me he loved me and we had awesome sauce sex.” “I know you did not just say ‘awesome sauce.’” I raised my brow at her. “Please say you’ll come. I need you there to read his body language and see if you notice him staring at her. My relationship depends on it.” Apparently, this all started a couple of months ago after Katie overheard part of a phone conversation between Alex and Elizabeth. It was nothing incriminating and when she asked why he was talking to her, he said that she had called him for some advice about law school. Apparently, she was thinking about getting a law degree. Katie wasn’t comfortable with Alex talking to Elizabeth over the phone because it seemed like every conversation they had, Elizabeth’s name came up. He seemed to talk about her a lot. “I’ll go. Where are you going?” “Gramercy Tavern. Seven o’clock. It’s his favorite place.” “Fine. I’ll meet you there. Since you guys have the shop under control, I’m going to go home and take a bath and relax for a while.” “Thanks again for coming with us tonight.” She hugged me. “No problem. What are best friends for?” I smiled. After leaving the shop, I went home, stripped out of my clothes, and climbed into a nice hot bubble

bath. Once I was fully relaxed, thoughts of Jackson and our night together came to my mind. I smiled as I thought about the incredible things he did to me. Not only last night, but this morning on the table. I’d never met a man who knew his way around a woman’s body like he did. Just the thought of it made me tremble. **** I was fashionably late by ten minutes when I arrived at the restaurant. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was overkill.” I smiled as Alex stood up and I gave him a hug. “Happy birthday.” “Thanks, Emily. It’s good to see you.” Walking over to Katie, I gave her a hug and then placed my hand on Keith’s shoulder before taking my seat. “Nice to see you again, Keith.” “Same here. Emily, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth.” “Nice to meet you, Elizabeth.” I extended my hand. “Nice to meet you too.” She gave a friendly smile. As soon as I sat down, the lanky waitress, who looked like Taylor Swift, walked over and took my drink order. “I’ll have a neat martini, two olives with a twist of lemon.” She smiled as she wrote it down and walked away. Now it was time for me to put my detective eyes on and watch the interaction between Alex and Elizabeth. As we were eating dinner and carrying on a conversation, Katie reached under the table and grabbed my thigh. “What?” My eyes widened at her. “Isn’t that Jackson who just walked through the door?” I looked straight ahead; it sure was him and he wasn’t alone. A feeling hit the pit of my stomach, a nervousness which I wasn’t sure of. Wouldn’t it figure that the hostess set down their menus at the table right next to us. Before taking his seat, Jackson glanced over and smiled when he saw me sitting there. “Emily.” He walked over to our table with a sly grin.

“Jackson.” I graciously smiled. “Having a night out?” he asked. “Yes. You too?” I looked over at the black-haired woman who was looking at her phone. “Yes.” He gave a nod. “Jackson, you already know Katie. This is her boyfriend, Alex, our friend, Elizabeth, and this is my date, Keith.” I smiled as I placed my hand on his shoulder. Everyone, this is Jackson Caine.” He smiled as pleasantries were exchanged and then he lightly bit down on his bottom lip as he glared at me for a moment. “And your date’s name?” I asked as I cocked my head. “Samantha.” Looking over at her, I gave her a small wave. She shifted in her seat as a smile crossed her face. “Enjoy your dinner,” Jackson spoke as he took his seat across from Samantha. “You too.” Turning to Keith, I noticed Elizabeth was glaring at me. “Sorry. I had no choice. Long story.” “Why did you do that?” Katie whispered. “I don’t really know. It just slipped out.” Once I finished eating, I excused myself and headed to the ladies’ room. After washing my hands, I opened the door to find Jackson standing up against the wall with his hands in his pockets. “Waiting to use the ladies’ room?” I asked. “No. Come with me.” He grabbed my hand, led me down the hall and out the exit door that led to an alley. “What are you doing?” He pushed me up against the brick wall, but not before taking hold of my wrists and pinning my arms above my head. His mouth smashed into mine with such force it literally took my breath away. Using his free hand, he discreetly slipped it up my dress, pushed my panties to the side, and dipped in two fingers. My body reacted in the proper way as the wetness poured from me. Moans rumbled in the back of my throat as his lips pressed against mine and his fingers manipulated me until I orgasmed.

Pulling away from me, he placed his hands on my hips and smiled. “I thought maybe you would enjoy that.” “I did,” I spoke breathlessly as I stared into his mesmerizing eyes. “Go back to your date and enjoy the rest of your evening.” He winked as he walked back inside the restaurant. I waited a few minutes so it didn’t look suspicious. Taking my seat, I couldn’t even bring myself to look over Jackson’s way. “What took you so long?” Katie asked. “Did you fall in or something?” “No. I’m just having some stomach issues. I think I’m going to head home.” “Okay. We’re ready to go anyway.” When Alex asked the waitress for the check, she told us that it had already been taken care of by an anonymous person who was just paying it forward. I knew damn well Jackson paid for our meal. Before walking out, I glanced over at him, who was engaged in a conversation with Samantha. “It was nice to see you again,” I softly spoke as the adrenaline was still coursing through my body. “The pleasure was all mine.” He smiled. Taking in a deep breath, I walked outside, said goodbye to my friends, and hailed a cab home. The minute I walked through the door, I changed into my pajamas, poured myself a glass of wine, and took it over to the couch. Sitting down, I brought my knees up to my chest and let out a long sigh. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jackson and what happened earlier. It took a lot of nerve to do what he did to me while his date was waiting for him at the table. It was a total dick move on his part and maybe he really wasn’t the man I thought he was. As I climbed into bed, my phone rang and Katie’s picture appeared. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating Alex’s birthday in bed instead of calling me?” “He’s in the bathroom,” she whispered. “So, what do you think? Is he into her or not?” “No, sweetie. He’s not. I noticed nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, he couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire night.” “Really?” she asked with excitement. “Yes. Now stop trying to sabotage your relationship. I’m the only one who can do that.”

“Thanks, Emily. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.” “Love you too.”

Chapter 12 Jackson “Thank you for dinner, Jackson,” Samantha spoke as she climbed out of the limo. “Jules is going to be so surprised. It’s going to be a great party.” “You’re welcome, and thank you for helping me plan it.” “No problem. Talk to you soon.” She smiled as she shut the door. Jules was certainly going to be surprised since our birthday had already come and gone. On my way home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Emily and how beautiful she looked at dinner. My mind raced with thoughts of her. Maybe because we had just spent the night and part of that morning together. She was an un-complicated and very strong woman. Not only did I find that attractive about her, it was also a major turn on. Her views on relationships were like mine and I had never known anyone like that before. That was probably why I found sex with her to be the best I ever had. Everything about her was incredible, and I knew there was no way she’d want anything more from me, just like I didn’t want anything more from her. The next morning, the elevator came up and Jules stepped out. “Good morning.” She smiled as she walked over and kissed my cheek. “Good morning. Coffee?” I asked. “I’d love some. I just got off a twenty-four-hour shift.” Taking a mug down from the cabinet, I poured some strong coffee into it and handed it to her as she took a seat at the island. “Was the ER busy?” She laughed. “When isn’t it busy? It was one accident after another, and I lost a patient.” “Aw, Jules, I’m sorry.” I took a seat and hooked my arm around her. “It’s part of the job.” “So what brings you by?” I asked. “Nothing. I just felt like some brother bonding time. I talked to Mom yesterday in between patients. Apparently, she and Stuart haven’t been getting along lately.”

“And you’re surprised?” I smirked. “I mean, come on, she’s not an easy woman to live with, and it has been five years since their marriage. It’s about that time.” “I have something to tell you.” She laid her head on my shoulder. “What’s wrong?” “Carter asked me to marry him last night.” “Wow. At the hospital? In between shifts?” I laughed. A light giggle escaped her as she lifted her head and looked at me. “Up on the rooftop while we were having dinner.” “How romantic.” I smirked. “It was and he totally caught me off guard.” “What did you tell him?” “I said I had to think about it.” “That must have been a blow to his ego.” “He understood. He knows how we grew up and he said that he doesn’t need an answer now.” “He’s a good man, Jules.” “I know he is, but marriage changes people and I don’t want him or us to change.” “True. If you really don’t want to get married, then don’t. If he can’t understand that, then maybe he isn’t the guy for you.” “I love him, Jackson, but marriage scares the hell out of me.” “I know it does and it should.” I kissed the side of her head. “Can’t the two of you just continue living together without the piece of paper? He knows everything about you and he knows how you feel about marriage. Listen, do whatever your heart tells you. Don’t listen to what’s going on inside your head. If you love him that much, which I know you do, then marry the guy.” “Coming from a man who refuses to get into a relationship.” She smirked. “True.” I grinned. “Marriage and relationships aren’t for me, but for you, it seems to work. So just follow your heart.” “Thanks, Jackson.” She kissed my cheek. “I’m going to go home and get some sleep. Carter has

another couple of hours until his shift ends.” I wasn’t surprised that Carter asked Jules to marry him. He was so in love with her and it was something you could see every time they were together. I decided to stay in and do some work from home. As I was sitting in my office, looking up some properties, I received a text message from Carter asking if I was home. “Hey, man. Are you by any chance home?” “Yeah. I’m just doing some work. What’s up?” “I need to talk to you. Would you mind if I stopped by?” “Not at all. Come on over. Just take the elevator up.” About thirty minutes later, I heard the elevator ding, so I got up from my chair and headed to the kitchen. “I brought us a pizza.” Carter smiled as he set it on the counter. “Great. I’ll grab a couple of beers.” After handing him a beer, I took down a couple of plates and brought the pizza to the table where we both sat down and grabbed a slice. “What did you want to talk about?” I asked, even though I was certain it was about his proposal to Jules. “I asked Jules to marry me last night.” “Oh?” I pretended that I didn’t know. “What did she say?” “She said she’d have to get back to me.” “Are you really surprised by that?” “Not really. It just seemed like the perfect moment. Maybe I should have waited. I’m just so worried that she’s going to say no.” He took a sip of his beer. “Don’t give up on her just yet. I know she loves you and if she can push aside all the shit we grew up seeing, then I’m sure she’ll say yes.” “I really do not like your parents at the moment.” He grinned. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I can understand that. They certainly have their issues, which were passed down to me and Jules.”

“You know, Jackson, not every relationship is like that. My parents have been happily married for thirty years. People can get married and stay together.” “I’m sure some can.” “You don’t believe that if Jules and I got married, we’d be together forever?” “I don’t know, Carter. You and Jules have an amazing relationship. Do you really need a piece of paper to solidify that?” “Yes. Actually, I do. I want to make her my wife. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life introducing her as my girlfriend.” “I really wish I could understand where you’re coming from, but I can’t. My parents didn’t paint this amazing picture of how wonderful and fulfilling marriage is. They only showed us that if things get bad or tough, you get out.” “I understand that, but see, my parents did paint the perfect picture of how it can be when two people are deeply in love, and that’s what I want with Jules.” “And you think having a grand party with a ton of people and declaring your love in front of them is going to make any difference?” “I do.” He finished off a second slice of pizza. I felt bad for the guy because he wholeheartedly believed that he and Jules would be together forever. Who the hell knew; maybe they would be. I just didn’t want him to pressure my sister into something she was unsure of. “What do I do, Jackson?” “Do you love my sister?” I asked with seriousness. “More than anything in the whole world. I’d die for her.” “Then you’ll wait for her answer. And if she tells you no, you won’t let it change anything about your relationship.” “I couldn’t anyway. If she says no, then I’ll respect her decision.” “You’re a good man, Carter, and just to let you know, I got your back.” “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” After finishing off a large pizza and two beers later, he left to go home to his girlfriend and I went

back to doing some work in my office. Thoughts of Emily crept through my mind and I found myself wanting to take her out again. But I’d wait a few days until popping into her shop to ask her.

Chapter 13 Emily One Week Later Evelyn and I were in the back, looking over the rack of clothes she had designed, when Katie came in with a wide grin across her face. “Excuse me, Miss Wade. There is a gentleman here to see you.” “Who?” “I do believe his name is Mr. Jackson Caine.” She spoke in a fake southern accent. A flip in my belly caught me off guard as I stood there for a moment. Following her out of the backroom, I smiled when I saw him standing in front of the counter, dark blue designer suit and all. “Hello there, Mr. Caine. What can I do for you?” “Hello, Emily. It’s good to see you again.” The smile on his face widened. “Good to see you too.” He placed his arm on the counter and slightly leaned over it so his face was inches from mine. “I was thinking that maybe we could have dinner tonight.” “Is that so?” I smiled. “Yes. Very so. What do you say?” “I’d like that. What time?” “What time works for you?” he asked. “Six thirty?” “Six thirty it is.” “Where would you like to meet?” I asked. “425 West 50th Street, Penthouse A.” “We’re having dinner in a penthouse?”

“Not just any penthouse. My penthouse.” He smirked. “Just take the elevator all the way up to the top. I’ll make sure it’s unlocked.” “Alright. I’ll see you at six thirty.” “I’ll be waiting.” He tapped his fist on the counter and began to walk away. “You could have just called and asked me. You didn’t have to come here.” He stopped and turned around. “And become man drama? No thanks.” He winked as he walked out the door. Evelyn emerged from the back and stood next to Katie as they both watched Jackson leave the shop. “He’s so dreamy.” Katie stared straight ahead. “He sure is,” Evelyn replied. “Another date. That’s great.” Katie smiled as she glanced over at me. “I’m thinking he might be the one.” Rolling my eyes, I grabbed a piece of chocolate from under the counter and popped it in my mouth. “There is no ‘the one,’ dear friend. He’s a nice guy and fun to hang with. That’s it.” “You’re so having sex with him tonight,” Evelyn spoke. Biting down on my bottom lip at the thought, I couldn’t deny it. “I sure am.” I grinned and we all laughed like a bunch of teenagers. As I was leaving the shop around four thirty, my phone dinged with a text message from Jackson. “By the way, dinner might run a little late, so you may want to pack a small overnight bag in case it’s too late to go home.” I smiled as I typed my reply. “I was already going to.” **** As the cab driver pulled up to 425 West 50th Street, I reached in my wallet, handed him some cash,

and climbed out with my purse and small bag. When I approached the door, a hot young guy who I presumed was the doorman held the door open for me. “Thank you.” “May I ask who you’re here to see?” “Jackson Caine. He’s expecting me. He told me just to take the elevator up to the top.” I smiled. “Ah yes, Mr. Caine did say he was expecting you, Emily. You are Emily, correct?” “Yes.” I grinned. “I’m Emily. Wouldn’t that have been awkward if I wasn’t?” I winked. “Very awkward.” He smiled. “Enjoy your evening.” When the elevator doors opened, I stepped into a small hallway, which forced me to turn right into the kitchen. “Hello,” I spoke to the older man standing at the island. “Good evening, miss.” “Is Jackson here?” “He told me to tell you that if he wasn’t down when you arrived, he would be shortly.” “Thank you.” I smiled. Looking around, I found that his kitchen was amazing. White cabinets filled the walls with a light gray granite backsplash and matching countertops. The floor was also a light gray Italian marble that fit the décor to perfection, as well as the high-end stainless steel appliances. “Welcome to my home.” Jackson smiled as he stepped into the kitchen and took my bag from me. “Your kitchen is amazing and I’m very jealous of your double oven.” He let out a light chuckle. “Why?” “Because I think they’re cool and I always wanted one.” “If you behave, maybe I’ll let you use it.” He winked. “Follow me and I’ll give you a tour of the place. Maybe I have something else you can be jealous of.” He grinned. He looked sexy as all fuck in his tan-colored khaki pants and dark blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. My lower half could barely contain the excitement. “Here’s the living and dining area. And my office, bathroom, and a guest bedroom are down that

hallway over to your left.” “Very nice,” I spoke as I looked over the space with beige walls, floor-to-ceiling windows, dark solid oak wood floors, and neutral-colored furniture made up of beiges and red. Following him up the stairs, we stepped into another living area with a wet bar, more floor-toceiling windows, and French double doors that led out to a huge terrace. “Wow. What a view,” I spoke as I stared out into the breathtaking view of Manhattan. “I love it out there on warm nights. It’s very relaxing and a great way to unwind after a long day of work.” “I bet. I think I’m jealous of your terrace.” I laughed. “And this is the room of all rooms.” He smirked as we stepped into his over-sized bedroom. “I like it.” I bit down on my bottom lip as he set my bag down on his king-sized bed that was covered in a satin and ribbed-frame-patterned dark gray comforter with matching shams and decorative pillows. “Thank you. Now that you’ve had the grand tour, how about some dinner?” “Sounds great. I’m starving. By the way, who is that man in your kitchen?” I asked as I followed him downstairs. “That’s Terrance and he’s my personal chef.” “You have your own chef?” “Yes, and a housekeeper that comes and cleans twice a week.” “Do you think that I could borrow them some time?” He laughed. “We’ll see.” We took our seats in the dining room and Terrance brought out delicious-looking salads made up of mixed greens, cucumbers, walnuts, dried cherries, and tomatoes drizzled with a rose champagne dressing. After pouring us each a glass of wine, he retreated back into the kitchen. “Did you have a good week since the last time we saw each other?” I asked. “I did. It was a busy one with back-to-back meetings every day, but overall, it was good. How about yours?” “It was okay. I’m developing an online fashion boutique. I pretty much have everything squared

away except a warehouse. I’ve been looking all week and I finally found one, but I’m afraid the rent is too high.” “How much is it per square foot?” he asked. “Twenty dollars for the first year.” “What’s the square footage?” “Twenty thousand square feet.” “That does seem awful high. He really should only be charging about fifteen dollars a square foot.” “I’ll find the right place. It may take a while, but I’ll find it. I don’t give up on something I want.” “I like your confidence.” He grinned. “How was your dinner that night at Gramercy Tavern?” I asked as Terrance set my plate down in front of me. “It was good.” “Your date was very pretty.” “She wasn’t my date. She’s my sister ’s best friend and I asked her for help in planning a surprise birthday party for her.” “Oh. Wait a minute. You and your sister already had your birthdays.” “I know. She’s worked so hard over the past couple of years getting her Ph.D. and she had to work a double shift on our birthday. So, as far as I’m concerned, she deserves a party.” A warm feeling grew inside me at the sweetness of this man. “That’s really sweet of you, Jackson.” “By the way, I know you weren’t on a date with that guy.” “Yes I was.” I took a sip of wine. “No you weren’t. I saw you when I walked into the restaurant and I saw him and the other girl give each other a kiss. Why did you lie?” Shit. “To be honest, I don’t know why I said it. Maybe because I felt odd being there without a date. Then

I saw you had a date and I just wanted you to think I was cool and had a date.” “Just for the record, I already think you’re cool.” He smirked. After dinner, we took the bottle of wine and our glasses and went out on the terrace and took seats in the lounge chairs that faced Manhattan. It was getting dark and the city was brightly lit up. “I can see why you love it out here. It’s beautiful and relaxing.” I lay back in the chair with my glass of wine.

Chapter 14 Jackson “Did your mother ever tell you the reason she was against relationships?” I asked as I glanced over at her. “No. I asked her once and she just said it was how she felt. She wouldn’t give any explanation.” “That’s odd, because usually people feel that way from an experience. Like me and Jules. We grew up in an environment that showed us that two people can never be together very long. Someone must have hurt her deeply at some point in her life to make her feel that way. Maybe your father?” “I don’t know. According to her, she didn’t even know who my father was. But sometimes I got the feeling she was lying,” she spoke with a sadness in her voice. “Come here.” I held out my hand to her. She took hold of my hand, got up from her seat, sat on my lap, and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Do your parents live in New York?” she asked. “My mother lives here and my father lives in Chicago. He isn’t there much, though. He and Katerina travel ten months out of the year.” “Wow. Where do they go?” “All over the world. You name it and he’s been there.” “So maybe wife number five is a keeper?” She grinned. “Who knows? They’ve been married five years, the same as my mother. But Jules told me that she and husband number four are having some issues.” “You have had a lot of step mommies and daddies.” She laughed. “I have, haven’t I?” I smirked. Feeling her hot ass on my lap was causing my cock to rise and I couldn’t wait any longer to get her into my bed. “Do you feel that?” I asked with a smile.

“Of course I do, and I think it’s time to put it to good use.” Wrapping my hand around the nape of her neck, I devoured her mouth while my other hand grabbed her breast. “Can anyone see us up here?” she asked. “Unfortunately, yes. So we better head into the bedroom if we’re going to continue this.” After she climbed off my lap, I took hold of her hand and led her to my bedroom. My hands slipped under the straps of her dress as I pulled it down off her body, took a step back, and stared at the perfection before me. “Just stand there and let me look at you,” I spoke as I slid my shirt off and then took down my pants. Her top teeth slid across her bottom lip as I took down my underwear and her eyes diverted straight to my hard cock. “I want that beautiful mouth wrapped around me,” I spoke as I slowly moved towards her. She reached back and unhooked her bra, tossed it to the floor, and got down on her knees in front of me, wrapping her sensuous lips around my cock. My fingers tangled through her hair as she slowly took her time, licking and sucking like no one else ever had before. “Fuck, Emily,” I panted as the buildup came. “Don’t stop. My God, don’t stop.” Moans escaped me with each stroke of her tongue and I was ready to explode. “I’m going to come.” I tried to pull myself out of her mouth, but her lips were like a vacuum around me. “Jesus Christ, Emily.” I strained as I exploded. Pulling away, she stood up and her eyes burned into mine as she swallowed. I’d never felt a rush go through my body the way it did at that moment. I grabbed her and threw her down on the bed, ripped her panties in half, and tossed them to the side. When I plunged in my finger, she gasped as well as I did, feeling the incredible wetness that shrouded her. Our lips tangled for a few moments until I broke our kiss and let them roam to her breasts, licking and sucking her hardened nipples. Sexy light moans escaped her lips as I placed my thumb on her clit and rubbed it in tiny circles, driving her wild as her body squirmed in excitement. The moment she orgasmed, my mouth traveled down her torso and over her sensitive area, absorbing the sweetness of her pleasure. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to be inside her. Reaching over to my nightstand, I pulled the drawer open and took out a condom. As I was rolling it on, she climbed under the sheet and held it up

as I hovered over her and thrust inside her with force. Her back arched and a whimper of ecstasy escaped her. I thrust hard and fast, in and out for a few moments until I climbed off of her and rolled her on her stomach. Her arms extended above her head as I lay on top of her, interlacing our fingers while I took her from behind. The pleasure that poured from her was astounding as her body trembled underneath mine. Placing my hands on the bed on each side of her, I lifted myself up and thrust deep, with long hard strokes, and in a matter of minutes, we both came at the same time. Lowering my head, I softly kissed her back as I regained my breath and rolled off of her. After removing the condom, I set it down on the nightstand and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close to me as her head lay on my chest. “Have I worn you out?” I asked. “Yes, Mr. Caine. You have completely worn me out.” She smiled as she lifted her head and looked up at me. “But in a good way. My body thanks you.” “And my cock thanks you as well.” I smirked. “Do you want to go home?” “No.” “Good. I wasn’t about to let you leave anyway. Sweet dreams, Emily.” I kissed the top of her head. “Good night, Jackson.” The next morning, I opened my eyes when the alarm went off and Emily was still in the same position as she was last night. As I reached over and shut the alarm off, she stirred. “What time is it?” she asked in a sleepy voice. “Six a.m. I need to shower before heading to the office. Go back to sleep for a while.” She stretched her body and let out a long yawn. “If you insist. But wake me up in an hour.” “Will do.” I smiled as I kissed her shoulder.

Chapter 15 Emily When I strolled into the shop around nine thirty, Katie was already there, even though she didn’t have to be until ten. “You’re early,” I spoke. “And you’re glowing.” She smirked. “I take it last night went well.” Setting my purse behind the counter, I gave her a smile. “It went very well. I really like hanging out with him.” “You mean having sex with him,” she spoke. “That too, but I like being around him. He’s a great guy. Do you know what he’s doing?” “What?” “He’s throwing his sister a surprise birthday party because she had to work a double shift on their birthday and he said she deserved one.” “Damn. He is a nice guy. Wait a minute.” She glared at me. “You’re falling for him.” I let out a light laugh. “I am not. I do like him, though, and I enjoy his company. We’re friends and that’s it.” “Friends with benefits.” She smirked. “So what? A lot of people have friends with benefits.” “And what if he has more friends with benefits?” “I don’t think he does, but if he did, what could I do about that? We aren’t in a re—” I stuttered. “A relationship? Come on, Emily, you can say the word.” I wasn’t talking about this anymore with her, so I changed the subject. “How are you and Alex doing?” “We’re good.” “Has he gotten the results back from the bar exam yet?”

“Not yet. But I’m sure he passed. So how did you and Jackson leave things this morning?” “What do you mean?” “Did you kiss goodbye? Did he say he’d call you? Did you set up another date?” “He did kiss me goodbye. He didn’t say he’d call and we have not set up another date.” I walked into the backroom and she followed. “So you just have to sit and wait around to see if he shows up again or what?” “I guess so. Anyway, I got an email this morning from some guy from Match. He wants to meet. He’s a gynecologist, divorced for two years, thirty-two years old, and no kids.” “Are you going to meet him?” “Probably not. I’m not ready to deal with all the man drama again.” Her eyes narrowed at me for a moment. “Are you sure it’s not because of Jackson?” “Trust me. It’s not because of Jackson. Speaking of gynecology, I have an appointment today at one o’clock.” “For?” she asked. “Refill on my pills and exam.” “Better you than me. I hate going there.” I laughed as I walked to the front of the store, unlocked the door, and opened for business. **** When I walked into Dr. Grey’s office, Noreen, the receptionist, informed me that Dr. Grey was at the hospital delivering a baby, so his associate, Dr. Williams, would be performing my exam. I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable with that since I had never met him. “I didn’t know Dr. Grey had an associate,” I spoke. “He just brought Dr. Williams on three months ago.” “I see. Okay then.” I smiled as I took a seat in the waiting area. I really had no choice. I was down to my last pill and I needed the refill ASAP. I wasn’t about to compromise my birth control because Dr. Grey was off delivering a baby.

“Emily.” The nurse opened the door with a smile. Getting up from my chair, I followed her into room three, set down my purse, and climbed on the table. “So, you’re here for your exam and a refill on birth control pills. Correct?” “Yes.” “Did the front desk tell you that Dr. Williams will be performing your exam today?” “Yes.” “Great. You’ll like him. He’s very nice and very good looking.” She smiled. “You can go ahead and put on this gown and he’ll be in shortly. He’s just finishing up with another patient.” “Thank you.” I took the gown from her. After stripping out of my clothes, I climbed back on the table and looked around the room as I nervously waited for Dr. Williams to come in. It didn’t matter how many times I’d been here; I was still always nervous. And now to find out he was good looking made it worse. There was a light knock on the door and a man’s voice asked if it was okay to come in. “Yes,” I replied. When the door opened and Dr. Williams walked in, I gasped. Shit. Shit. Shit. He was young, hot, and he was going to be checking out my private parts. “Hi, I’m Dr. Williams.” He grinned and then took a step back and narrowed his eye at me. A sick feeling formed in the pit of my stomach. “You look very familiar. Have we met before?” “No. I don’t think so.” Trust me, if I would have met him before, I would have remembered unless it was one drunken night. He stood about six feet tall, tanned skin, short black perfectly styled hair, and bright blue eyes. “I swear I’ve seen you before.” He looked down at my chart and then back up at me. “Well, this is awkward.” “What’s awkward?” I asked with a nervousness so deep I felt like I could vomit at any moment. “I do believe I sent you an email asking you to go out.” “Oh hell no. You’re the Match guy?” “Yes.” He nervously laughed.

“You’re right. This is awkward. You do realize that we can’t go out now, right? Because you’re going to be all down there, in my personal space, checking me out, and it’s just weird.” “I agree. It’s nice to meet you, Emily, even if it is under these circumstances.” “Nice to meet you too, Dr. Williams.” I bit down on my bottom lip. “Are you having any problems that I should know about?” “No.” “And you’re sexually active?” he asked in a professional manner. “Umm. Yes.” He gave me a small smile. “I’ll go call in the nurse and we’ll get started.” I wasn’t sure if I could go through with this. He was too handsome. At least Dr. Grey was an old man. To think, I could have gone on a date with him. Dr. Williams and the nurse walked into the room and I lay down on the table with my feet in the stirrups. “Are you okay?” he asked as he approached me. “I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with.” He talked to me throughout the exam as if we were on a date. Asking me questions about my job and my hobbies. Once the exam was over, he helped me up and wrote out a script for my birth control pills. Suddenly, I had a thought. “Dr. Williams? How would you like to go on a double date?” He looked up from his script pad and arched his brow. “What do you mean?” “I know someone who I think you would really like. She’s fun, driven, successful, and she’s gorgeous.” “Now you have me intrigued. Is she a friend of yours?” “Yes, and her name is Evelyn. She’s a fashion designer.” “And you wouldn’t feel awkward, considering I just gave you an exam?” “Nah. I’d be fine with it as long as you would?” He shrugged. “Sure. I’d like to meet Evelyn.”

“Great.” I smiled as I got up from the table, reached in my purse, and pulled out my phone. “Give me your number.” After he rattled it off and I typed it in my phone, I set it up for Friday night at seven o’clock. “I’ll text you the restaurant when I figure it out.” “Sounds good. I’ll put it in my calendar.” He grinned as he handed me my script. “Have a good day, Miss Wade, and I look forward to Friday night.” “You too, Dr. Williams.” Before walking out the door, he turned and looked at me. “It’s Dylan.”

Chapter 16 Emily After I left the doctor ’s office, I decided to call Jackson to make sure he was available Friday night. “Hello there, Miss Wade.” “Hello, Jackson. Are you available Friday night?” “Let me check my calendar. As of now, I’m free. Did you want to do something?” “Yes. I would like to have dinner with you.” “Just dinner?” I rolled my eyes and smiled at the same time. “Actually, it would be a double date. I’m setting Evelyn up with someone.” “Sounds fun. Count me in.” “Great. Friday night at seven o’clock.” “Which restaurant?” he asked. “I haven’t decided yet. Do you have any suggestions?” “How about Per Se?” “Sounds good.” “Shall I pick you up?” “Evelyn will be with me.” “Then I’ll pick both of you up. Give me your address.” “425 East 82nd Street, Apartment 5B.” “I look forward to our date, Miss Wade.” “Me too, Mr. Caine. Enjoy the rest of your day.” “You too.” After ending the call, I pulled up Dylan’s number and sent him a text message.

“Friday night, seven o’clock, Per Se. Oh, by the way, it’s Emily.” “My favorite restaurant. Looking forward to it.” When I was standing on the corner trying to catch a cab back to the shop, a black limousine pulled up and the passenger side window slowly rolled down. “Hello again.” Jackson smiled. “Need a ride?” “I do. I can’t seem to get a cab to stop.” “Then climb on in.” He opened the door for me. “Where are you headed?” Sliding into the backseat next to him, I spoke, “Back to the shop.” “What are you doing over this way?” he asked. “I had a doctor ’s appointment.” “Are you okay?” he voiced with concern. “Oh yeah,” I waved my hand in front of my face. “Just my yearly gyno checkup and a refill for my birth control.” His brow instantly raised as his sexy chocolate eyes stared into mine. “You’re on birth control?” “Yeah. I have been for years.” “Why didn’t you mention that before?” “Why would I? It’s not like I would let you fuck me without a condom.” “Ever?” His brow raised again. “Not unless I had proof you were clean and disease free.” I cocked my head. “I see.” He smirked. “Anyway, I have to call Per Se and make a reservation.” I pulled out my phone. “I already did.” “Really?” I smiled. “Yes.” He placed his hand on my knee, and instantly, the unbearable ache was back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. How much time do you have right now?” “For what?” Grabbing my hand, he placed it on his rising cock. “For this.” The corners of his mouth curved upwards. “I have a few minutes,” I replied as I bit down on my bottom lip. “So do I.” He pushed a button and the privacy window went up. His hand reached under my flowy dress as I scooted towards him and our lips locked tightly together. His fingers pushed my panties to the side and dipped inside me, causing me to gasp mid-kiss. His lips traveled to my neck as his fingers moved in and out of me, causing a flood of wetness to emerge. Taking my hand, I stroked his hard cock through the fabric of his suit pants. “I do believe you’re ready for me.” He smirked as he pulled out his fingers and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them off his hips. “Get those panties off and get up here,” he commanded. Reaching under my dress, I slid down my panties, kicked off my shoes, and looked at his manhood, which I’d thought about one too many times. “Condom?” I raised my brow. “Oh yeah. Sorry. Can you grab my wallet out of my pants?” Reaching down, I pulled his wallet out and handed it to him. Taking the condom, he tore it open, rolled it on, and grabbed my hips, pulling me into his lap. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him until he was buried deep inside me. “Fuck, Emily,” he moaned as he threw his head back. While I moved my hips back and forth, he grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to his. Our kiss was as deep as he was buried inside me. I could feel the buildup happening as I grinded him. He could feel it too as his hands gripped my hips and he moved with me. “Tell me you’re going to come. I can’t hold back anymore,” he groaned. “I am. Just don’t stop,” I panted. A couple more movements was all it took as I buried my face into his neck and muffled a moan as an orgasm erupted for both of us. The limo stopped and I lifted my head and looked at Jackson. “We’re at your shop,” he spoke as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face.

“Perfect timing.” I smiled. Climbing off of him, I grabbed my panties from the floor and put them on as he removed the condom. “Would you like me to dispose of that for you?” I asked. “What are you going to do? Walk in your shop with it?” I reached into my purse and pulled out a couple of tissues and held them in the palm of my hand. “Just place it in here and I will discreetly dispose of it in my trashcan.” His grin widened as he dropped the condom into the tissues. “Thank you.” His lips brushed against mine. “That was fun, but I have to go,” I spoke as I put my hand on the door handle. “Indeed it was. I’ll see you on Friday night.” He smiled. “Looking forward to it.” I climbed out of the limo and walked into the shop. “How did it go?” Katie asked. “Well.” I set my purse down and grabbed a piece of chocolate from under the counter. “You are never going to believe what I have to tell you.” Katie set down the pile of sweaters she had in her hand and walked over to me. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” Her eyes widened. “Oh for fuck sakes, no. Dr. Grey was at the hospital delivering a baby, so I had to see the new associate he hired a few months back.” “And?” “His name is Dr. Dylan Williams and he’s really hot.” “Lucky you.” She grinned. “You didn’t have an orgasm while he was examining you, did you?” “No! Remember the email I told you about this morning? The one from Match and the guy was a gynecologist?” “Holy shit on a cracker, Emily. Was it him?” Her jaw dropped. “Yep. It sure was him.” I nodded my head.

Suddenly, she busted out into laughter. “You haven’t even gone out on a date and he’s already seen you naked!” “I know. Talk about awkward. But anyway, we’re going out Friday night.” “What?” She laughed. “I’m setting him up with Evelyn and we’re going on a double date.” “If it’s a double date, who are you going with?” “Jackson. Who else would I go with?” “Hmm.” She twisted her face. I popped another piece of chocolate in my mouth. “What?” “Nothing. What did Evelyn say when you told her?” “I haven’t yet. She said she’d be in around four o’clock today, so I’m going to tell her then.” “You set up a blind date for her and she doesn’t even know it yet?” “Yep.” I grinned. “She won’t mind. I really think they’ll hit it off.” “And you don’t think she’ll be a little weirded out that he was all up in your privates?” She laughed. I bit down on my bottom lip as I thought about it for a moment. “I didn’t think of that. Oh well. If she likes him, she’ll have to get over it.” I spent the next hour putting together the information for my online boutique, and I needed to find a warehouse fast and hire some help to run it. As I was ringing up a customer, Evelyn walked in. “Thank you for shopping with us and have a wonderful day.” I smiled brightly at Mrs. Franks, who just spent over three hundred dollars. Evelyn walked over to me and sighed as she placed her arm on the counter and rested her head on her hand. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Remember that guy, Brent, I told you about? The one who I met through a mutual friend?” “Yeah.” “He cancelled our date for tonight.”

“Why?” “Something came up at work. He said he’d call to reschedule.” “This was your first date, right?” I asked. “Yes.” Stepping out from behind the counter, I hooked my arm around her. “Guess what?” I smiled. “What?” “We’re going on a double date Friday night.” “Who’s we?” She narrowed her eye. “Me, you, Jackson, and Dylan.” “Who’s Dylan?” “He’s a gynecologist and he’s hot.” I could hear Katie snickering as she walked past us. “And how do you know him?” “He’s an associate at my OB/GYN’s office. He’s single and looking for someone to go out with.” “How do you know this?” she asked in a suspicious tone. “Well, I was at the office for my exam and refill for birth control and we got to talking. I think you’d really like him, Evelyn.” “Why would you talk to an associate there just out of the clear blue? And what doctor just randomly tells you that he’s looking for someone to date?” “You might as well come clean, Em,” Katie spoke as she stepped behind the counter. “Come clean about what?” Evelyn placed her hands on her hips. “Okay, fine.” I put my hands up in the air. “I got an email from him. He’s on Match and wanted to meet me. When I went to see Dr. Grey today, he was at the hospital delivering a baby, so Dr. Williams, Dylan, performed my exam, and we started talking.” “What?! The guy who wanted to go on a date with you gave you a pelvic exam?”

“Yes. And since he was my doctor today, I told him there was no way we could go out and he agreed. So I instantly thought of you and set up our date for Friday night.” “Do you know how crazy that sounds? So let me get this straight, you want to set me up with a man who’s been all up in your Hoo-haw?” “You’re making it sound dirty.” I pointed at her. “He’s a doctor. It’s his job. Oh, come on, Evelyn,” I whined. “It’ll be fun. Please. Remember I went to that wedding with you and that speed dating thing.” “How hot is he?” she asked. “Tall, dark, and handsome.” I grinned. “Fine. It’s not like I have any plans for Friday anyway.” “Great! Reservations are at seven, so come by my place around four thirty and we can get ready together. Jackson is picking us up.”

Chapter 17 Jackson Looking in the mirror, I straightened my tie and headed downstairs where my sister, Jules, was in the kitchen heating up some left over spaghetti and meatballs that Terrence prepared. “Look at you.” She smiled. “Hot date tonight?” “Yes. The woman I’m having dinner with is very hot.” I smirked. “So who is she, Jackson?” “Her name is Emily and she happens to be the owner of Emily’s Edge, that shop you like.” “Really? I was just in there the other day. What does she look like?” “She’s beautiful and blonde.” “I think she was the one that rang me up. Blue eyes, tall?” “Yes. That would be her.” “She’s gorgeous. Is this your first date?” She smiled. “No. I met her when I went in there and bought that dress for you. We ended up seeing each other at a wedding about a month later, got to talking, and we went out a few times.” She leaned over the counter and pointed her fork at me. “Sounds serious. Is there something you need to tell me?” “No, and it’s not serious. Come on, Jules, you know me. But, I will tell you this, she’s a very special woman. You want to know why?” “Why?” Her brows furrowed. “Because she doesn’t believe in relationships, marriage, etc. She’s a drama-free woman to date.” I smiled. “Interesting.” She bit into a meatball. “I have to go. Edward is waiting downstairs for me.” I kissed her forehead. “Make sure to lock up when you leave.”

“I will. Have fun on your date.” “Oh, I definitely will.” I winked as I stepped onto the elevator. Knocking on the door of her apartment, I was surprised when Evelyn answered it. “Hello, Evelyn. You look lovely.” “Thank you, Jackson. Come on in. Emily will be out in a minute.” Stepping inside, I took a look around her apartment. It was nice and very cozy. It was the type of apartment that the minute you stepped inside, you felt at home. “So, do you know the man that Emily has set you up with?” I asked. “No. I’ve never met him, but Em says he’s tall, dark, and handsome. He’s a gynecologist.” I tilted my head and narrowed my eye. “Is he Emily’s doctor?” “No. He’s an associate at her doctor ’s office. Her doctor was delivering a baby, so Dylan stepped in and saw her. Super weird that he had emailed her from Match wanting to go on a date. She had no clue it was him until she was on the table. I’m not too sure how I feel about him, knowing that he’s been all up in her space, if you know what I mean.” I swallowed hard at the thought and a feeling of uneasiness overtook me. “I heard that,” Emily spoke as she walked into the living area. “Hi, Jackson.” She smiled brightly. “He’s a doctor. It’s his job. We’ve already been over this.” She sat down on the couch and put on her heels. “So this guy has seen you naked?” I asked. “Not you too.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m surprised you didn’t mention it when I picked you up.” “I didn’t know I had to.” Her eye narrowed. “Considering you just had Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome all up in your space and then we had sex right after in the back of my limo. No wonder you were so horny.” “Wait a minute,” Evelyn interrupted. “You had sex in the back of his limo right after your gyno appointment?” “You two,” she pointed her finger at us, “are being idiots. Now let’s go before Dylan thinks we stood him up.”

“Wouldn’t want Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome to think that now, would we?” I mumbled. “I heard that, Mr. Caine.” Emily grabbed her purse and walked out the door. I was usually a pretty laid-back guy, but this piece of information that she neglected to tell me really made me mad. Knowing that he saw the woman that I had sex with in that way, plus wanted to date her, made me already hate him. Where the fuck was this coming from? We arrived at Per Se precisely at seven o’clock and the hostess led us to the table where the guy was already seated. “Dylan.” Emily smiled. “This is Jackson Caine, and this beautiful woman is Evelyn.” “Nice to meet you, Jackson.” He held out his hand. I was hesitant to shake it, but being the nice person I was, I did anyway. We took our seats at the round table and I ordered a bottle of champagne for the four of us. Dylan and Evelyn were engaged in a conversation, so I leaned over and whispered in Emily’s ear. “I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me. That’s kind of fucked up, if you ask me.” “Oh my God. Will you drop it already?” she spoke through gritted teeth. “No. He wanted to date you.” “So what. Lots of guys want to date me, just like a lot of women want to date you.” “But you aren’t sitting across from someone who has seen me naked.” “Give it time, Jackson. I’m sure my time will come. I’m pretty positive you’ve slept with half, if not more, of the women in this city.” “Are you two okay?” Evelyn asked. “We’re fine.” Emily smiled. After finishing off the bottle of champagne, dinner, and dessert, I paid the bill and we stepped outside. Evelyn and Dylan seemed quite attracted to each other and decided to go off and spend the rest of the evening alone. “I think I just made a match.” Emily smiled as she slid into the back of my limo. “They seemed to hit it off. Am I driving you home now or did you want to go somewhere else?” I asked. “We can go back to my place.” She grinned. “I have chocolates and wine.”

“Sounds sexy.” The corners of my mouth curved upwards. I had done nothing but think about fucking her all night. In fact, it was all I seemed to think about, even when she wasn’t around. She radiated sexiness and my cock couldn’t seem to get enough of her. There was something I needed to talk to her about, but I’d wait until after sex. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. ****

Emily We barely made it through the door and my dress was off and Jackson had me pinned against the wall, devouring my body in an animal-like manner. I didn’t mind because it was all I thought about all night. He put on a condom and thrust inside me, my arms above my head with his hands gripping them tight. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, his free hand encircled my body and held me up as he pounded into me, causing me to orgasm with only a few pumps. A loud moan rumbled in his chest as he slowed down and then halted while he came. Letting go of my wrists, he kissed my lips, pulled out of me, and went into the bathroom. After slipping back into my panties, I walked to my bedroom and grabbed my silk robe from behind the door. “Nice place you have here,” he spoke as he came out from the bathroom. “Thanks.” I headed towards the kitchen and he followed. “There’s something I need to talk to you about,” he spoke with seriousness. “Okay.” I reached up into the cabinet, grabbed two wine glasses, and poured some wine in each. “Don’t drink that yet,” I spoke as I handed him the glasses. “I still have to get the chocolates out.” He chuckled as he took our wine over to the couch while I grabbed a box of Godiva truffles and took a seat next to him. “What did you need to talk to me about?” I asked as I turned my body and faced him. “We’re both business people, right?” “Last time I checked.” I smiled. “And we’re both used to dealing in negotiations. I do it on a daily basis and I’m sure you do it with clothing vendors and such. Correct?”

“Yes. You are correct. I negotiate all the time.” “Good, because I want to negotiate a deal with you.” A light laugh escaped my lips. “What kind of deal?” He inhaled a sharp breath. “You and I are a good fit. Wouldn’t you say?” His finger ran down my hair. “Yeah. We are a good fit.” “We get along well, neither one of us wants to get involved in any type of relationship thing, and we have fun together. The two of us are uncomplicated.” “True.” I nodded. “So, I was thinking we could negotiate and sign a contract where we would continue spending time together without any complications.” “What?” I laughed. “I’m not sure I understand.” “Think of it as a companion contract. Me and you would see each other, go out on dates, have sex, and spend time together without any of the other bullshit that goes along with dating.” “What bullshit are you referring to?” I cocked my head. “You know. Falling in love, trying to change yourself, wanting to know what the other person is doing at all times. The shit that happens when two people get too comfortable with each other and then everything starts to go to hell. Listen, Emily. I like you and I want to spend time with you and only you, and I’m hoping you’d only want to spend time with me. No strings, no drama, nothing. Just the two of us enjoying each other ’s company and having a good time.” “Isn’t that what we’re doing?” I asked. “Yes, but you’ve had your fair share of man drama and I’ve had my fair share of woman drama, so by signing a contract, the two of us could avoid all that. I’d set some ground rules and you’d do the same. We’d negotiate until we both were comfortable with the arrangement.” What he said totally blew me away, but I was game. What did I have to lose? Nothing, as far as I was concerned. “I like you too, Jackson, and I like spending time with you. So, let’s do it. You draw up a contract and I’ll do the same, we’ll look both of them over and we’ll negotiate. How long would this contract be for?”

“I was thinking six months.” “Okay. Let’s give it a shot. You only live once, right?” I smiled. “Right.” His lips brushed against mine.

Chapter 18 Emily Jackson spent the night and we had sex three times and once in the morning before he left to go home and shower because he had plans with his best friend, Samuel. I wasn’t going to go into the shop, but I’d left my laptop there and I needed it because I was going to spend the weekend researching different things for my online boutique, mainly warehouses. When I stepped through the door to the shop, Katie was behind the counter and Noelle was helping a customer. “How did it go last night?” Katie asked. “Great. Dylan and Evelyn really seemed to hit it off.” “Have you heard from her?” “Not yet. I was going to give her a call later.” “So, did Mr. Caine spend the night?” She grinned. “Yes.” Even though she was my best friend and I told her everything, I couldn’t bring myself to tell what Jackson and I had discussed last night, at least not until we made it official. After grabbing my laptop from the back, I grabbed a piece of chocolate from under the counter. “I’m headed home. If you need me, call.” “I will.” Katie smiled. As I was walking towards the door, a woman about five foot five with brown hair and blonde highlights walked in and stopped in front of me. “Excuse me, are you Emily, the owner of this lovely shop?” “Yes, I am.” I smiled. “I’m Jules, Jackson’s sister.” She extended her hand. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you.” I placed my hand in hers. “I was at his house yesterday while he was getting ready for your date and he told me about you. I

was just walking by on my way to another store and I decided to pop in and see if you might be working.” “I’m actually not working today. I just stopped by to grab my laptop.” “That was perfect timing, then.” She smiled. “I don’t want to keep you. It was nice to meet you and I wanted to let you know that I love your store and I plan on shopping here a lot.” “Thank you, Jules. It was nice to finally meet Jackson’s twin. He talks about you all the time.” “We should do lunch sometime,” she spoke. “I’d like that.” “Maybe we should double date. I’ll check my schedule to see when my boyfriend and I have the same day off.” “Sounds fun. It must be hard to spend time together with you two being ER doctors.” “It is. But is that such a bad thing?” She winked. “Probably not.” I smiled. “I’ll get something set up and have Jackson call you,” she spoke. “Looking forward to it.” As soon as I got home, I put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top and looked at the torn up bed from my and Jackson’s sex fest. As I stood there and stared at it, I sort of found myself missing him. But I would go as far to say that I missed the sex, not really him. Right? Right. After changing the sheets and throwing the dirty ones in the washer, I made myself a sandwich and took my laptop to the couch. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Jackson and I talked about last night, so I opened up a word document and began typing out a list of companionship rules. This was crazy, yet fun at the same time. Just the fact that Jackson wanted to keep it simple and drama free was a turn on. I could have my cake and eat it too and that right there was the best part of life. After taking hours to finish my rules list, I started the search for a warehouse. Once I had that secured, I could start placing orders for clothing and hire some help. **** When I stepped into the shop Monday morning, my phone rang and it was Jackson calling. “Hello.”

“Hey there, beautiful. How was your weekend?” “It was great. How was yours?” “Fantastic. Did you get a chance to write down some rules at all?” “I did and I’m all finished. How about you?” “I did as well. What’s your schedule like for today?” “I’m working until about six.” “I have a dinner meeting at seven o’clock and I’m not sure how long it’s going to run. Are you free for lunch?” A small smile crossed my face. “I am. What time?” “How about noon at my office? I’ll have my secretary cater in something for us. I would take you to a restaurant, but I think we need to discuss our negotiation behind closed doors.” “I agree and I’ll see you at noon.” “Great. I’ll talk to you later.” After ending the call, I turned around and saw Katie standing there with furrowed brows. “What?” I asked. “Was that Jackson?” “Yes.” “What did you finish?” “Why are you eavesdropping?” I took a sip of my coffee. “I can’t help it. What’s going on? What are you two up to?” She placed her purse behind the counter. “Fine. I’ll tell you, but you cannot tell anyone about this. Do you understand?” I pointed my finger at her. “My lips are sealed.” She smiled. “Jackson and I are going to be making a negotiated companionship deal.”

“A what?” Her brow arched. “We like spending time with each other and the sex is beyond anything I have ever experienced in my life. So we’re both coming up with a list of rules to follow while we date each other.” She busted out into laughter. “What?” I sighed. “Neither one of us wants a relationship. We just want companionship. And in order to do that, we have to have some set rules to keep the drama out.” “Oh my God.” She laughed. “You two are certifiably crazy. Who the fuck does that?” “Two people who don’t want bullshit and drama in their life.” “I can’t right now.” She laughed as she walked away. Rolling my eyes, I flipped the sign to open and unlocked the door. “By the way, have you talked to Evelyn?” Katie asked. “I spoke with her yesterday and she and Dylan ended up spending the whole weekend together. She says she’s in love.” “Weird how the one girl in the world who is totally anti-relationship sets one of her best friends up with someone and insta-love happens. You better hope it works out or you’ll be responsible for Evelyn’s despair.” “Evelyn is a big girl and she’ll be just fine if things don’t work out.” I rolled my eyes. As I was getting ready to leave for my lunch date with Jackson, Edward walked into the shop. “Hello, Miss Wade. Mr. Caine sent me to get you for your meeting.” “Hi, Edward. Please, call me Emily.” I grabbed my purse, headed out the door, and climbed into the limo.

Chapter 19 Jackson “Audrey, is lunch almost here? Miss Wade is on her way.” “Yes, Mr. Caine. It should be here shortly.” “Thank you. I want all calls held and I don’t want to be disturbed under any circumstances.” “I’ll make sure you’re not.” I gave her a small smile and stepped into my office. Before sitting down behind my desk, I heard Samuel’s voice. “I still can’t believe you and this girl are negotiating relationship rules.” “Her name is Emily and it’s not a relationship.” “Companionship, relationship, whatever. It’s all the same, Jackson. Shit, where can I find an Emily? These women nowadays drive me nuts. I went out last night with this girl named Tamara. We had a great dinner and then headed back to her place and had sex. This morning, I woke up to a text message saying that she already missed me. I’d only known her for what? A day.” “Annoying, isn’t it?” Emily smiled as she stepped into my office. I couldn’t help but grin when I saw her lean beautiful body standing there. “Very annoying,” Samuel spoke as he walked over to her and extended his hand. “You must be Emily. I’m Samuel, Jackson’s best friend.” “It’s nice to finally meet you, Samuel.” She placed her hand in his. “You don’t by any chance have a sister, do you?” he asked with a cocky grin. “No. Sorry. I’m an only child.” “Damn it. Well, I’ll let you two get on with your meeting.” Walking over to Emily, I gave her a kiss. “Welcome to my office.” “Thank you. It’s very nice.”

“Lunch should be here in a minute, so let’s sit down at the table and we can go over our lists.” Just as we took our seats, Audrey walked in with a lunch that consisted of two different kinds of salads, three types of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a cheese plate. “Thank you, Audrey.” “You’re welcome, Mr. Caine. Enjoy.” Emily grabbed a tuna fish sandwich while I took the turkey and cheese. “Did you bring your list?” I asked. “I did.” She smiled as she reached inside her purse and pulled it out. “Okay. I’ll read my list first and then we’ll negotiate from there,” I spoke. “By all means, go ahead.” She smiled. “Rule number 1: We see each other at least four times a week. No matter how busy we are, we will make time. “Rule number 2: Sex is non-negotiable and when we’re together, we will have it. “Rule number 3: No seeing other people. “Rule number 4: No romance. Don’t expect flowers, fancy gifts, nothing. Just me.” I smirked. “No chocolates?” She frowned. I picked up my pen from the table and made a correction to rule number 4. “No romance. Don’t expect flowers, fancy gifts, nothing. Just me and the occasional chocolates.” “Perfect.” She grinned. “Rule number 5: No blowing up each other ’s phone with calls and text messages. An occasional text or call is fine if warranted. “Rule number 6: No more condoms. I will provide you with a clean report from my doctor and I expect you to do the same. “Rule number 7: We will alternate the things we do together. One day, you’ll pick what we do, and the next time, I pick what we do. “Rule number 8: We must have open communication and honesty. Lying will not be tolerated. “The last rule is the most important one. Rule number 9: No falling in love.”

A smile crossed her beautiful face as she spoke, “Love is highly overrated. You don’t need to worry about that, Mr. Caine.” “Excellent. Your turn.” I grinned. “Well, I have pretty much the same rules. Instead of four times a week, I have down three. But, if you want four, I won’t object.” “Why three?” I asked out of curiosity. “Friday, Saturday, Sunday. The week gets busy for both us with work and stuff.” “True, but I think we can squeeze in one more day.” I winked. “Four it is.” She wrote on her paper. “As for sex, you are right. It is non-negotiable. But what if I’m on my period?” Her brow arched. “Hmm. How many days does it last?” “Usually three.” “Then when it’s that time of the month, we can either say fuck it and do it or we can switch up days.” “Deal.” She smiled. “Agree to not seeing other people. We covered the chocolates already. Absolutely correct about not blowing up each other ’s phones. As for condoms, I’m fine with that since we will only be having sex with each other. I will get that report to you ASAP. I like taking turns on what we’re going to do. But,” she pointed at me, “if I want to take a painting class together, you can’t say no.” I shrugged. “I like to paint.” “Absolutely no lying, just truth and open communication. And finally, you will not be allowed to fall in love with me, Mr. Caine.” “I promise you I won’t.” “Okay then. I think we’ve covered just about everything. You said six months?” “Yes. We can try it for six months.” I took a bite of my sandwich. “If anyone breaks any of the above mentioned rules, we cut ties immediately and never see each other again.” “Deal. But what happens after six months comes to an end?” she asked. “If things are good with us and we want to continue on as is, then we will,” I replied.

“Oh wait. I do have a rule to add.” “And what rule is that, Miss Wade?” “No calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. When we introduce each other, we will be introduced as friends.” “Damn it. I can’t believe I didn’t include that one. I agree.” I wrote it down as rule number 10. “Okay, I’ll have Audrey get this over to my attorney and as soon as it’s ready to be signed, I’ll let you know.” I smiled. “Thanks for lunch.” A sly smile crossed her face as she got up from her chair. “You’re not leaving yet, are you? We still have to have dessert.” She glanced down at the table. “I don’t see dessert.” “It’s right here.” I grabbed my crotch. She bit down on her bottom lip and then looked at her watch. “I have about fifteen more minutes to spare.” “That’s all we’ll need.”

Chapter 20 Emily I walked into the shop with a smile on my face. I’d just had hot sex in the office of one Mr. Jackson Caine, negotiated a companionship deal, and left feeling like I was on top of the world. Katie was helping a customer pick out some clothes, Noelle was busy ringing, and Evelyn walked in behind me with a couple of dresses in her hand. “Hey. Are you just coming in?” she asked. “I just got back from lunch.” “Oh. Where did you go?” “Jackson’s office.” “You had a lunch date with him at his office?” Her face twisted. “We had a meeting to discuss a few things.” “I see the meeting went well, judging by how your blouse is buttoned wrong.” She smiled. Looking down, I discovered that my buttons were off by one. “Shit.” I headed to the back room and Evelyn followed. “What type of meeting could you possibly have with Jackson? Is he investing in your business or something?” I sighed as I re-buttoned my blouse and looked at her with a twisted face. I had to tell her about our arrangement because she was going to find out sooner or later. “We had a meeting to negotiate some companionship rules.” She set down the dresses on the large table as a look of confusion swept over her. “What?” “Jackson and I like spending time together and we set down some rules for what is not to happen while we date.” “What kind of rules? Are the two of you in a relationship?” “No. We’re companions who enjoy each other ’s company. We agreed not to see other people.

There will be no falling in love with each other. No romance. We will be seeing each other four times a week, have open communication, and what he does on his time he’s not with me is his business, not mine, and so forth. We’ve agreed to do this for six months, and in those six months, if either one of us breaks one of the rules, we cut ties immediately and never see or speak to each other again.” She stood there with her mouth open. “Who does that?” “That’s what I said, if I know what you two are talking about,” Katie spoke as she strolled into the back. “We do. End of discussion.” I put up my hand and headed towards the front of the store. “Wait a minute,” Evelyn shouted as she caught up with me. “So then the two of you are in an official relationship. That’s what it is, Emily. YOU ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE!” “No. We are not in a relationship. I am not his girlfriend and he is not my boyfriend. That was rule number ten. We are friends who enjoy each other ’s company and want to have fun.” “Okay, then the correct term is ‘friends with benefits.’” “If you want to call it that, then fine. We have a friends-with-benefits companionship.” “So what four days of the week are you seeing him?” Katie asked. “One night a week, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.” “So does that mean we can never hang out on the weekends? I mean, it’s pretty much the only time we have since we work all week.” Shit. That was something I didn’t think about. If I was spending my weekends with Jackson, I wouldn’t be able to see my friends and that was a problem for me. “Good point, Katie. I need to call Jackson and amend our contract.” Walking over to the counter, I grabbed my phone from my purse and called Jackson. “Hello, gorgeous,” he answered. “Hey. I need to make an amendment to our agreement.” “Okay. What do you need to amend?” “Three of our four days a week can’t always be Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I need to spend time with my friends and so do you.”

“Hmm. I didn’t think about that. Then we’ll just stick to whatever four days we can.” “Thanks, Jackson.” “You’re welcome, Emily. I’ll call my attorney now.” After ending the call, I dialed my OB/GYN’s office. “East Gynecology, this is Mary.” “Hi, Mary, it’s Emily Wade. Can you have Dr. Williams give me a call?” “He’s in with a patient right now, but as soon as he’s finished, I’ll give him the message.” “Thanks.” Setting my phone down on the counter, I grabbed a piece of chocolate. Shit. I forgot to tell him that I met his sister. I picked my phone back up and sent him a text message. “I totally forgot to tell you. I met your sister. She came into the shop on Saturday. She seems very nice.” “Oh good. I’m glad the two of you met before her party this upcoming Saturday.” “Her party?” “The birthday party I planned for her. It’s this Saturday and I was hoping you’d come.” “I would love to. Thanks for the invite.” “You’re welcome. I have to get back to work. We’ll talk soon.” “Bye, Jackson.” **** Over the next couple of days, I had been busy with the shop and had given great thought to not going through with my online boutique. The store next to mine had closed its doors and was up for lease, and since my shop was growing in merchandise and not space, I wanted to explore the possibility of expanding. As I was sitting in the back at my desk, going over some orders, Jackson walked in with a large manila envelope in his hands. “Hi there.” I smiled. “What are you doing here?” “I was in the neighborhood and I thought I’d drop by. Our contract is ready to be signed.” “Great.” I got up from my seat. “Let’s have a look.”

Taking the papers out of the envelope, he handed them to me with a smile on his face. “I already signed, so that means I’m in.” He winked. The corners of my mouth curved upwards at his sexy wink. When I looked over the papers, everything seemed in order, so I grabbed a pen and signed my name underneath his. “Done! Now I’m in.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a white piece of paper. “Here is my clean report. I went to the doctor ’s yesterday.” Reaching into my purse, I pulled out mine. “And here is mine.” I grinned. “Then it’s settled. Let the fun begin.” He placed his hands on my hips and softly brushed his lips against mine. “I want to see you tonight.” “I’d like that. How about my place around seven?” I asked. “Sounds good. Should I pack a bag?” He nipped my bottom lip. “Of course.” I smiled. “I want to discuss something with you and get your opinion.” “Personal?” “Business.” “Okay. Looking forward to it.” His lips kissed mine. “I have to go. I have a meeting to get to.” I walked him to the front of the store where Noelle and Katie couldn’t keep their eyes off of him. As soon as he exited the shop, I turned to them and their eyes quickly diverted to something else. “You two need to stop,” I spoke. “Stop what?” Katie asked. “Eye raping Jackson every time you see him.” “We can’t help it,” Noelle spoke. “He is the best eye candy we’ve ever seen.” “I’m not too sure either one of your boyfriends would like you saying or thinking that.” “Then maybe they need to look like him and we wouldn’t have to say or think it.” Katie smirked. Rolling my eyes, I sighed and went into the back to finish up some work before heading home and

preparing for Jackson’s visit tonight.

Chapter 21 Jackson “Hey, man. I need you to look at and sign this contract for the Delsey property,” Samuel spoke as he followed me into my office. Taking the contract from him, I sat down at my desk, glanced over it, and gave it my signature. “All set.” I handed him back the contract. “Thanks. How did it go earlier with Emily?” “Good. Papers are signed, the drama in my life is now gone, and I don’t have to worry about it from other women anymore. I can have my cake and eat it too.” I grinned. “And you think that your companionship is just going to always be bright and shiny and perfect?” “Yep. That’s why we signed a contract. If either one of us breaks any of the ten rules, we cut ties and never see each other again. Life is great, Sam.” Leaning back in his chair, he sighed. “So, if you end up cutting ties because of a broken rule, do you think it’s going to be that easy just to walk away from her?” “I sure do. That’s the beauty of it. No strings, no commitment, no talk of marriage, no kids, no worries and, most importantly, all the sex I want, any time I want.” “What if she’s not in the mood?” “Are you kidding? She’s just as horny as I am.” I chuckled. “Well,” he got up from his seat, “good luck, my friend. I’m going to be curious to see how this goes.” “It’ll go just fine. I’m not worried and I know she’s not either. We have rules.” “And rules are made to be broken.” He pointed at me. “Not these rules.” I smirked as he left my office. **** Her skin trembled underneath my fingers as they slid down her torso, grazing her clit and then dipping inside her. Our lips tangled together for a brief moment until she tilted her head back and

moaned with excitement as her body gave way to an orgasm. The sensual sounds that escaped her turned me on as I hovered over her and thrust my condom-free cock inside her, inch by inch as her pussy enveloped around me, causing a sensation that was overwhelming. To be inside her, skin to skin, went way beyond my expectations. “God, you feel so good,” I moaned as I slowly thrust in and out of her. “So do you,” she whispered as her hands were planted firmly on my chest. Bringing her leg up to my shoulder, I increased my speed as we stared into each other ’s eyes. After a few more thrusts, I pulled out and brought my mouth down to her breasts, giving them the attention they desired. I lay on my side as did she, wrapping one leg around my waist as I pushed inside her again, feeling the warmth that sent me to another world as she came. I wanted to hold back as long as I could because the feeling was too great, but the buildup was there as I pushed deep inside and held myself, letting out a long continuous moan while I exploded inside her. We lay there for a moment, our lips softly brushing against one another ’s and my hand manipulating her supple breast. I pulled out, rolled on my back, and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me. “You were amazing,” she spoke as her lips pressed against my bare chest. “So were you, darling. So were you.” I kissed the top of her head. “We haven’t had a chance to discuss whatever it was you wanted to talk to me about.” She lifted her head, sat up, and then climbed out of bed and slipped on her satin robe. “Where are you going?” I asked. “To get the wine and chocolates.” She smiled. I sat up and placed my hands behind my head as I rested my back against the headboard of her queen-sized bed. Walking back into the room, she handed me my glass and set the box of chocolates in between us. “I want to expand my shop.” “I thought you were, with your online boutique.” “I’ve decided to put that on the back burner for now. The resale shop that was next to me just closed its doors and I was thinking of renting that space and expanding. The shop is doing so well and I’m running out of room. Plus, I want to add an espresso bar.” She smirked. “An espresso bar?” I smiled. “That would be pretty cool. I’d definitely shop in your store if I could carry around an espresso.”

She narrowed her eye at me. “Sarcasm is not becoming of you.” The corners of my mouth curved upwards as I took a drink of my wine. “I’m going to have to call Leon and see if he’ll lease me the other shop and then knock down the wall in between.” “Leon Holmes?” I asked. “Yes. Do you know him?” “He’s a good friend of my father ’s. I guess I didn’t realize he owned those two buildings. Let me know what he says.” “I will.” She grinned. “Let me ask you. How long have you been in business?” “I opened the shop six months ago.” “Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to think about expanding? Maybe you should wait a year and see what the bottom line is with the numbers.” “No. Like I said, the shop is doing way better than I expected and I know with more space and more merchandise, it can do even better.” “And if it backfires?” I raised my brow at her. “It won’t. I know I can do this. It’s in my genes, compliments of my mother.” I raised my wine glass. “Then here’s to a successful expansion.” She tipped her glass against mine and, with a smile, she spoke, “Thank you, Mr. Caine.” That smile was enough for me to throw back the rest of my wine, untie her robe, and push her on her back while I climbed on top of her and we fucked for the second time. **** “Leon, it’s Jackson Caine. Do you have time to meet today? Maybe we can do lunch.” “Sure, Jackson. How about one o’clock? But we’ll have to meet over by my office. I have a two thirty appointment.” “Name the place and I’ll be there.” “Let’s meet at Resette’s. I could go for one of their pizzas.”

“Resette’s it is. I’ll see you at one.” Setting down my phone, I sighed. There was no way Leon was going to let Emily expand her shop. If he did, he would charge her up the ass in rent and double what she’d normally pay. I knew him and I knew how he operated. He was nothing short of a shrewd businessman.

Chapter 22 Emily I was in the shop folding some sweaters that had just come in when I heard the bell above the door chime. I looked over to see a man and woman step inside. “Good afternoon. Welcome to Emily’s Edge.” “Thank you,” the woman spoke with a smile as she went over to the wall where the dresses were. Once I was finished with the display of sweaters, I glanced over at the couple and couldn’t help but notice the man staring at me. The moment I looked at him, he turned away. Not thinking too much of it, I walked over and asked if they needed any help. “This is a lovely shop,” the woman spoke. “Thank you. Is this your first time here?” I asked. “Yes. My husband and I are visiting. We’re thinking about moving here. We’re from Seattle.” “Nice. Well, welcome to the city and if you need anything just let me know.” “We will. Thank you.” She politely smiled. The whole time I was standing in front of them, the woman’s husband kept staring at me, and even when I would look at him, he didn’t look away. It bothered me and I felt very uncomfortable. As I stood behind the counter, trying not to notice his excessive stares, Katie walked in from lunch. “I’m back.” She grinned. “How was lunch?” “Excellent! Guess what?” she screeched with excitement. “What?” “Alex passed the bar. He is now a full-fledged licensed attorney!” “Ah, that’s wonderful, Katie.” I hugged her. “We’re going out tonight to celebrate and we want you and Jackson to come.” “I’d love too. As for Jackson, I don’t know. I’ll have to call and ask him.”

Picking up my phone, I dialed his number. “Hello, beautiful.” “Hi there. Katie and Alex are going out tonight to celebrate because Alex passed his bar exam. Do you want to go?” “Unfortunately, I can’t. I have a meeting tonight at seven with a client who’s interested in some property.” “Oh, okay. I just thought I’d ask.” “If I was available, I would go. But you have fun tonight.” “Thanks, Jackson. Good luck with your meeting.” “Thank you. I’ll talk to you soon.” After ending the call, I set down my phone and a feeling I couldn’t quite describe washed over me. “Are you okay?” Katie asked. “Yeah. I’m fine. Jackson has a meeting tonight, so he can’t make it.” “Too bad. But we’ll have so much fun.” “Yeah.” I gave her a small smile. Disappointment hit me like a ton of bricks. Out of nowhere and BAM! I shook it off the best I could, trying to understand why I felt like this. “Excuse me,” the woman from Seattle spoke. “May I try these on?” “Of course.” Grabbing the keys, I unlocked one of the fitting rooms. “If you need a different size, let me know.” I smiled as I walked away. I could feel the stare of her husband’s eyes upon me as I headed back to the counter. “Excuse me, miss?” He approached. “Yes?” I nervously responded. “I know this may sound strange, but do you know a woman named Karen Wade?” My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

“She was my mother,” I replied. “Was?” “She passed away two years ago.” “I’m sorry.” He looked down. “You are the spitting image of her.” “You knew her?” “Yes. A very long time ago. I apologize if I kept staring at you. You have her smile.” “Thanks. What’s your name?” “Gregory Davis.” I held out my hand. “I’m Emily Wade. It’s nice to meet you.” “Are you the owner of this store?” “Yes, I am.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emily. One last question and I hope it’s not too personal. May I ask how old you are?” Why would he be asking me that? I thought to myself. That was an odd question to ask someone out of the clear blue. “I’m twenty-seven,” I spoke with an odd tone in my voice. “I figured as much. You’re very successful for your age. Good for you. I’d best be getting back to my wife.” “Thank you. It was nice speaking with you, Gregory.” “Likewise.” He gave a slight nod and headed back to the fitting room. ****

Jackson “Good to see you, Jackson. It’s been far too long,” Leon spoke as he stood from his chair and shook my hand. “Good to see you too. It has been a while, hasn’t it?” “How’s your father?”

“He’s well. Off traveling the world.” “Living the dream life.” He smiled. “So, what prompted this meeting?” “You’re renting a shop to a friend of mine, Emily Wade.” “Ah yes, lovely girl. Turned the space into a cute little clothing boutique. What about her?” “The shop next to hers closed and she was thinking about utilizing that space and expanding.” “That other shop is the same size as hers.” “She wants to knock down the wall in between the shops and make it one larger shop. She’s going to talk to you about it.” “I’m afraid I can’t let her do that. I don’t like expansions. What if the business fails and then I’m left with one oversized space? Plus, she’s only six months into the other lease. It’s too much of a risk and one I’m not willing to take.” “Her shop is doing fantastic already, so I think an expansion would help her do even better.” “I’d have to charge her triple the rent plus I’d want a year upfront. Come on, Jackson, you know the business.” “So there’s no way you’d work with her?” I asked as I took a sip of my drink. “No. I’m sorry. Those are two separate buildings and I want to keep it that way. Actually, I already have someone interested in the space. He wants to put in a nutrition shop.” I sat there, contemplating my next move. This was something she really wanted and if I could make it happen for her, I would. “How much for the two buildings?” “What?” Leon laughed. “You can’t be serious.” “I am,” I spoke, deadpan. “They’re not for sale.” “Everything’s for sale.” I smirked. “Is she your girlfriend or something?” “No. She’s just a very good friend with a dream.” He sighed as he stared at me for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed. “One million for each

property.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, Leon. That’s double what the going rate is. Don’t forget, we’re in the same business. You didn’t even buy those buildings for half that much.” “Inflation, my friend.” He smiled. “So you’d agree to sell to me if I paid you two million dollars?” “Yes. I would have the contracts drawn up tomorrow if you wanted.” I extended my hand to him. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he asked. “I know what I’m doing.” I finished off my drink.

Chapter 23 Emily I slipped into my black short skirt, pulled on my burgundy cami, and reached into my closet to pull out a short black stylish jacket. Stopping in the bathroom, to double check my makeup, I heard my phone ding with a text message. Walking back into the bedroom, I smiled when I saw it was from Jackson. “What are you wearing?” “Black skirt, burgundy cami, and a black jacket.” “Send me a picture.” “Are you serious?” “Very,” he replied with the wink emoji. As much as I hated those damn emoji’s, that one was cute. Standing in the front of the mirror, I took a selfie and sent it to him. “Hot damn. You look sexy.” “Thank you.” “I may have to use that picture to pleasure myself. You wouldn’t mind, would you?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “No. Not at all. Pleasure away.” “Have fun tonight.” “Thanks, Jackson.” “You never said where you were going.” “We’re going to Club S.” “Have a good time.” “Enjoy your meeting.” The feeling of disappointment hadn’t left me all day and it bothered me as to why I felt it. I tried to

reason with myself and find the answers I was looking for, but instead, I just ended up more confused. I also couldn’t stop thinking about Gregory and how he knew my mother. No shock there, though. My mother had known a countless number of men in her lifetime. In order for him to say I had her smile, he must have been very close to her. In fact, she must have known him before I was born, since he didn’t know she had a kid. Sighing, I told myself I needed to put these thoughts of Jackson and Gregory out of my head and have a good time tonight. **** Club S was hopping. The music was blaring and the floor underneath my feet felt like an earthquake was in motion. We finally found an open table by the bar and sat down quickly before anyone else could snatch it up. For a Thursday night, the place was packed. “What can I get you to drink?” Alex asked. “Neat martini with three olives,” I shouted over the blaring music. As I looked around, I watched the girls with their half-naked bodies, twerking and shaking their hips to the techno music that played. Guys were bumping and grinding all over them with the hopes that maybe they’d get lucky with one of them tonight. I smiled at the flashback I had when I was here about six months ago and had sex in the bathroom with some random guy who did the same exact same thing to me. He was tall and handsome. I was horny and had a few too many drinks without a care in the world. I had run into him a week later at Starbucks and when I said hi, he looked at me like I was trying to pick him up. He had no clue who I was or that the act even took place, and that was fine with me. Alex and Keith returned to the table and Alex handed me my martini. As I brought it up to my lips, I threw it back as if it was a glass of water. I wasn’t sure why I did that. Normally, I would sip on a martini with the utmost respect. But not tonight and I didn’t know why. The five of us sat around, drinking and celebrating Alex’s passing of his bar exam. After a few more drinks, Katie grabbed my and Elizabeth’s hands and dragged us to the dance floor. Tonight, if some guy started grinding up against my ass, he was going to be sorry. Normally, I wouldn’t mind, and I always thought it was kind of fun. But now, I was in a contract with Jackson and I no longer desired it. Katie and Elizabeth left in the middle of the song to use the restroom, but I stayed back to finish dancing. I was in my groove and I didn’t want to leave. As my body moved to the rhythm of the music, I felt someone from behind lightly press up against me. Rolling my eyes, I moved away with the hopes the person would get the hint and move along. But instead, I felt it again. This time, the touch wasn’t so light. Then, I felt hands tightly grip my hips. Now I was pissed. How dare anyone touch me without permission?

“What the fuck!” I shouted as I whipped around and into the arms of one Mr. Jackson Caine. “Good answer.” The corners of his mouth curved up into a sexy smile. I bit down on my bottom lip and wrapped my arms around his neck. “What are you doing here?” “You looked far too sexy to stay away.” “What about your meeting?” “I ended it early so I could get here before you left. Are you done celebrating yet? I really need to get you out of here and to my limo so I can fuck you.” A heated desire coursed through my body and I couldn’t refuse his offer. I wanted him as much as he wanted me at that very moment. Leading him to the table, he congratulated Alex and then the two of us walked out of the club and climbed into the back of his limo where the privacy glass was already up. Our lips locked tightly together as his hands took off my jacket. My fingers fumbled with his belt and then successfully unbuttoned his pants. He was already as hard as a rock. I stuck my hand down his pants and the feel of him in my hand further excited me. Pulling down my cami, he unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side. His mouth ravished my breasts as he laid me down and his hand pushed my skirt up, removed my panties, and his fingers dipped inside me. Moans escaped my lips as his fingers penetrated me with force, causing me to orgasm on the spot. Our lips found each other ’s once again as he pulled down his pants and thrust inside me. Hard, deep, and breathtaking was what he was. Several grunts rumbled from his chest as he moved in and out of me. Fuck, he was so damn good and I didn’t want it to end. The pleasure he gave was overwhelming and addicting. My heated body was on the rise again as another orgasm took over. One last push and he halted, straining with everything he had and exploding inside me. His head dropped and his lips brushed against mine. His breathing was out of control. Our eyes met as our chests heaved and our hearts pounded out of our chests. His smile captivated me as he pulled out and sat down with his back against the seat. Sitting up, I pulled down my skirt and reached for my panties. His hand grabbed them before I could. “Let me,” he spoke as he held them in his hand. Slowly slipping on my panties, his hand swept over my slick spot before pulling them over my hips. I thought that was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. “Thank you.” I smiled.

“No. Thank you.” He grinned. When the limo pulled up to my apartment building, he took hold of my hand and walked me to the door. Brushing his lips against mine, he spoke, “Don’t forget Saturday is my sister ’s party at my house. I’m having everyone show at five o’clock.” “I’ll be there.” “Plan to spend the night. We’ll do something on Sunday.” “Do you get to choose or do I?” I slyly smiled. “Did you have something in mind?” “Not really. Do you?” “Not really.” He chuckled. “We’ll just see what the day brings,” he spoke as he leaned in and kissed my forehead.

Chapter 24 Jackson I finished signing off on some paperwork when my phone rang and Leon was calling. “Hello, Leon. I hope you have good news for me?” “I do, Jackson. Can you come to my office around two o’clock? And by the way, I would prefer two million cash.” “Come on, Leon. It’s going to take some time to get that much in cash.” I sighed. “It’s only nine o’clock, Jackson. You can get it within the next five hours. Just work your magic with the bank like your father always did.” I leaned back in my chair. I was now aggravated. “Fine. I’ll see you at two o’clock.” I ended the call and immediately dialed Walter Simmons, the bank manager with whom my father and I had a good relationship over the past several years. “Walter Simmons,” he answered. “Walter, it’s Jackson Caine.” “Hey there, Jackson. What can I do for you?” “I need to make a withdrawal of two million dollars and I need it in cash by two o’clock.” “You know we need at least twenty-four-hour notice for that.” “I know, but it’s something that just came up. It’s a deal I’m working on and cash is the only option.” “Be here at one fifteen and I’ll make sure it’s ready.” “Thanks, Walter.” “No problem, Jackson.” Was all of this worth it? If it was anyone else, absolutely not. I was only doing this so she could expand. She had a plan and I trusted her. The worst thing she could do was let me down. After grabbing some lunch, I went to the bank, collected my money, and headed over to Leon’s office.

“Have a seat, Jackson.” He waved his hand to the chair across from his desk. “Emily called me today and inquired about the space next door to her shop. I told her that the two buildings were sold and she’d have to talk to the new owner.” “Did you tell her I was the one who bought them?” I asked. “No. I saved that part for you. I just said that they’d be in contact soon.” He smirked. “I need your signature here and on the next three pages.” “Is there a reason for this private transaction?” I arched my brow at him. “Nah. Sometimes private business is best.” I signed the contracts and handed him over the briefcase with the two million dollars. “Your father would say you were being foolish,” Leon spoke. “It doesn’t matter what my father would say. It’s my company.” “Well, thanks for your business.” Leon held out his hand. “And good luck with the buildings.” “Thanks, Leon.” **** The caterers were occupying my kitchen, prepping for the party that was to take place in two hours. The bartender was scheduled to arrive at any moment and the bakery had just delivered the cake. I wanted this night to be perfect for Jules. The plan was that I had invited Jules and Carter over to have a home-cooked meal at my place instead of going out. She wouldn’t think twice about it since it was something we sometimes did. I hadn’t talked to Emily since Thursday night and I wanted to make sure she was still coming, so I sent her a text message. “Don’t forget, my place, five sharp.” “I haven’t forgotten and I may just be there a little before five.” A smile crossed my lips. “You can come anytime you want. In fact, I’ll send Edward over to pick you up now. You can bring your things and get ready here.” “Are you sure?” “Positive.” “Alright. Then send Edward on his way.”

I had found myself thinking about her yesterday, and even though I tried not to, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering back to her. Even when I was at the bar with Samuel last night, I kept thinking about her, which was something I didn’t do. And it wasn’t even sex I was thinking about. It was just her. The bartender arrived and started to get things set up when I heard the elevator doors open and Emily’s voice calling my name. “Mr. Caine, Emily Wade has arrived and needs your assistance.” I chuckled as I walked into the kitchen and found her standing there holding a garment bag in one hand and a small suitcase in the other. “Good afternoon, Miss Wade.” I stood and stared at her in her gray sweatpants, matching zip-up hoodie, her hair in a high ponytail and not a trace of makeup on her face. Fuck, she looked adorable. “Would you mind taking this suitcase upstairs for me?” she asked. “It would be my pleasure.” I grabbed it from her hand. When we reached my bedroom, I set the heavy suitcase down on the bed. “Are you moving in or something?” I smirked. “No.” She laughed. “Since I’m getting ready here, I had to bring my makeup and my clothes for tomorrow.” “You couldn’t just bring one of those small cosmetic bags for your makeup?” “I need options, Jackson.” She smiled as she unzipped the suitcase and took out a large black trunk full of makeup. I followed behind as she took it into the bathroom and opened it up. “I still have to shower,” I spoke. “Go ahead. I’m just going to be putting on my makeup.” “You showered already?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied as she dabbed foundation all over her face. “Damn. I was hoping you’d take one with me,” I spoke as I started the shower and stripped out of my clothes. She didn’t say a word, but I caught her glancing at my naked body through the mirror. She

pretended she wasn’t looking, but I knew she was. My cock was starting to get hard just knowing she was doing it. Stepping into the shower, I thought about when the right time was to tell her that I was her new landlord and that I approved of her expanding the shop. When I stepped out of the shower, she glanced at me as I wrapped the towel around my waist. “Were you just staring at my naked body?” I smirked. “No.” “Yes you were.” I slowly walked up behind and kissed her neck. She let out a soft moan. “Okay, maybe I was. If you weren’t so sexy, I wouldn’t have to look.” “You think I’m sexy?” My lips continued to graze her neck. “Yes.” She moaned. “Is this sexy?” I pushed myself against her, letting her feel the hardness of my cock on her back. “Very sexy.” I pulled down her sweatpants along with her panties and gripped her round beautiful ass as tight as I could. A low moan escaped her. My fingers slid across her slick spot, feeling the excitement that was already there. While my one hand focused on her lower half, my other reached around and unzipped her hoodie, revealing only a pink satin bra underneath. “Fuck. I didn’t know you weren’t wearing a shirt under there.” “Surprise.” She smiled. I couldn’t wait any longer. My cock was throbbing and needed to be buried inside her. Turning her around, I lifted her up on the counter, slid her hoodie off her shoulders, and quickly unclasped her bra, tossing it on the bathroom floor. Her hands reached out and took off my towel and then softly stroked me to the point I thought I was going to already come. Bringing her to the edge, I grabbed her legs and forced them around my waist while I thrust inside her, moving in and out at a rapid pace. She leaned back, her hands planted firmly on the counter as the sounds that escaped both our lips intensified. My fingers gripped her ass as I lifted her from the counter and took her over to the wall. Our lips locked tightly together until she gasped and her legs tightened around me while she came. The buildup for me was there and my cock was ready to explode. One more thrust and I buried myself deep inside and strained while I blew everything I had inside her. “Wow.” She smiled brightly.

“Wow is right.” I kissed her lips. I set her down, and she stood with her back to the wall and didn’t move. “Are you okay?” I laughed. “I’m fine. I just need a minute for my wobbly legs to catch up with the rest of my body.”

Chapter 25 Emily Jules was in disbelief when she walked inside Jackson’s house and we all yelled “surprise.” The look on her face was pure shock until the tears formed in her eyes when she realized what her brother had done. She hugged him tight and the feeling of brother and sisterly love poured out of them. Wiping her eyes, she greeted her guests and Jackson looked at me and smiled, knowing he had made her happy. “Emily, it’s so good to see you again,” Jules spoke as she grabbed my hands. “Can you believe he did this?” The smile grew wide across my face as I replied, “Yes, I can believe it. He’s a good man.” “He certainly is and I wouldn’t trade him for the world.” As Jackson and I were talking over a glass of wine, he rolled his eyes as his mother and her husband walked over. “Thanks for coming, Mom.” He kissed her cheek. “Stuart, good to see you as always. I would like you both to meet a friend of mine. This is Emily.” “Very nice to meet you, Emily. How long have you and my son been dating?” she instantly asked. “Oh, we aren’t dating. We’re just friends.” “Oh.” She raised her eyebrow. Jackson and Stuart walked away for a moment to grab another drink and I was left standing there in an awkward moment with his mother, Gwen. “I was hoping you’d be dating,” she spoke. “Why?” I cocked my head. “I’m going to ask you a question and I want nothing but the truth from you.” “Okay.” I sipped my wine. “I believe Jackson is gay and I need you to confirm it for me. Is he?” I wanted to bust out laughing, but I couldn’t. If she only knew how gay he wasn’t.

“Jackson is not gay, Gwen. Why do you think that?” “Because he never brings any girls around. Not for holidays, visits, nothing. He’s always alone and I suspect that he doesn’t know how to tell his father and me that he’s gay.” “Would you have a problem with it if he was?” I asked as I narrowed my eye. She was silent for a few moments as she looked away from me. “Well, I wouldn’t like it.” “Jackson told me that you’re on your fourth marriage and his father is on his fifth. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Jackson doesn’t bring any women around because he doesn’t believe in relationships? I mean, look at the example you set for him.” “Why I never!” She scowled. “That was uncalled for and very rude, young lady.” “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.” Jackson and Stuart walked back over and, instantly, Gwen took his arm and led him away. “What just happened?” Jackson asked. I sighed. “Your mom officially hates me.” I pursed my lips. “Why?” He chuckled. “She thinks you’re gay.” “WHAT?!” His voice raised. “Shh.” I hooked my arm in his. “I told her you weren’t and maybe the reason you don’t believe in relationships is because of the example she and your father had set. Sorry.” I bit down on my bottom lip. Laughter escaped him. “Please, don’t apologize. What you said was perfect. And as for her hating you, she probably does after what you said. But that’s her problem.” He winked. “If she wants to think I’m gay, then fine. She can believe what she wants. I don’t really care.” While Jackson and I were talking, Jules walked up and pulled us to the side. “I wanted to tell you first before I made an announcement. I said yes to Carter. We’re engaged.” She smiled as she held out her hand and I admired the beautiful diamond that sat on it. Jackson wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him.

“That’s great, Jules. I’m happy for you.” “Congratulations.” I gave her a big hug. “Thanks. I’m going to make an announcement in a few minutes, since everyone is here.” “Have you told Mom yet?” Jackson asked. “No. Not yet. I wanted you to be the first to know. You’re happy for me, right?” she asked. “Are you happy, Jules?” “Very happy.” “Then you made the right decision.” He kissed her forehead. **** Not one, not two, but three orgasms later, I was wrapped up in Jackson’s arms. It was the perfect ending to a perfect party. “Are you ready for your expansion of the shop?” Jackson asked. “Ugh. I forgot to tell you. I called Leon and he told me that he sold the buildings. So now I have to wait until the new owners get in contact with me. Can he just sell them like that without telling me?” “Yes. It’s his property. He can do whatever he wants with them. That just means that you’ll have to pay your rent to the new owners. Nothing should change, since you’re already in a lease.” “What if they won’t allow me to expand?” I asked with concern. His lips pressed against the top of my head. “I’m sure they will. I wouldn’t worry about it just yet.” “I’m kind of anxious to get moving on it. What if they rent the other space out before I can talk to them about it?” His chest heaved and a long sigh escaped him. Lifting my head from his chest, I sat up and looked at him. “Am I irritating you?” I arched my brow. “No. It’s just there’s something I need to tell you.” “What?” I asked with nervousness. “First thing Monday morning, I want you to get hold of a contractor and start planning your expansion.”

“Have you not been listening to me? I just can’t do that and I’m not getting my hopes up and then having the new owner shoot it down and tell me no.” His finger reached out and traced my collarbone as I held the sheet against me. “I am the new owner and I give you the okay to expand Emily’s Edge.” “What?” I asked with a laugh. “You bought the buildings?” “Yes.” “Why?” “For investment reasons and so you could expand. Leon said absolutely not and I thought he was making a mistake, so I purchased the buildings from him and now you’re free to do whatever you want.” “You’re serious?” “Dead serious, Emily.” “When did you do this?” “Yesterday.” “And you were going to tell me when?” I narrowed my eye at him. “Tomorrow over breakfast.” He smirked. “But you wouldn’t stop talking about it.” A feeling came over me in an instant. A mixture of—shit, I didn’t know. On one hand, I was overwhelmed by the generosity of him buying the buildings so I could expand, but on the other, I was a little frightened by what he had done. “I don’t know what to say, Jackson. I can’t believe you did that.” “Don’t read too much into it, Emily. I did it for investment reasons and because you’re my friend, and friends help each other out, right?” “Yeah. I guess. But that had to cost you a lot of money.” “What doesn’t cost a lot of money these days? If I didn’t think it was worth it, I wouldn’t have done it. So, actually, my purchase was in the best interest for both of us.” Leaning over, I brushed my lips against his. “Thank you for letting me expand.” “You’re welcome.” He pulled me on top of him. “One more round before we go to sleep?”

“Definitely.” I grinned.

Chapter 26 Emily One Month Later Life was good. Too good to be true, actually. Things with Jackson and me were phenomenal and our negotiation was working perfectly. He was busy with work, securing new deals and new properties every day, and I was busy with the expansion of Emily’s Edge. Jules popped in to the shop every so often and the four of us went out at least once a week. Jackson told her about our arrangement and she thought it was a little strange, but she wasn’t surprised. I stood in the middle of the shop and watched as the carpenters worked on the espresso bar. “This is going to be great,” Evelyn spoke as she stood next to me. “What’s going to be great is that wall over there with your name displayed on it and your designs hanging underneath.” I smiled. “That too.” She laughed. “By the way, Dylan and I said those three lovely words to each other last night.” “Oh?” My brow raised as I stood there with my arms folded. “Isn’t it kind of soon to be saying those poisonous words?” “Stop it. And no, it’s not too soon. I do love him. Hearing him say those words was magical.” “You do know that magic isn’t real, right?” Her eyes narrowed at me as she placed her hands on her hips. “I think what you and Jackson have is incredible. I know you don’t want to hear this, but you two are no different from any other couple in the world. And don’t deny it. You two are a couple. I’ve seen the look on your face when he cancels a date because something came up at work and he has to switch the day you two see each other. I’ve seen you start to text him and then decide you better not, and I’ve seen the way the two of you are together. You both are crazy and head over heels for each other. You can deny it all you want, sister, but I know there’s more to this so-called companionship relationship than you’re willing to admit.” I turned my nose up as I walked away. “You’re wrong. We’re great friends with a little extra spice on the side. What Jackson and I have is

perfect. In fact, if more people did what we did, they’d be a lot happier.” As I was rearranging the display table in the front of the store, a man I recognized from a month ago walked in. “Hello, Emily. I don’t know if you remember me.” “Gregory, right?” I smiled. “Yes. My wife and I just moved to the city and I thought I’d drop by and say hello.” “So you did make the move. Welcome to New York.” “Thank you. If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to have lunch or perhaps dinner with you one night.” “Excuse me?” I asked in confusion. “I would like to talk to you about your mother.” “What about her?” A look of concern swept over my face. He drew in a sharp breath. “We were very close at one time and—” He paused. “And what?” “I think you may be my daughter.” I gulped and whipped my head around when I heard something hit the floor and Katie stood there staring at me as the jewelry rack she was holding fell from her hands. “I know this may be a shock to you,” Gregory softly spoke. “A shock is an understatement. Who do you think you are, coming into my shop and saying something like that? My mother didn’t know who my father was. She was a single woman who hooked up with a lot of guys. As horrible as that may make her sound, she was the best goddamn mother in the world,” I shouted. “Now please leave my shop.” I pointed to the door. “Your mother was the love of my life. I’m sorry to have bothered you.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a business card, and set it on the table. “I’m sure your mother never mentioned me and I don’t blame her. I’ve lived with my decision for the last twenty-seven years. Have a good day, Emily.” He walked out the door. I stood there, literally shaking at the news he had sprung on me. My heart was pounding out of my chest and the only person I could think of at that moment was Jackson.

“Emily, are you okay?” Katie asked as she walked up to me. “I’m fine.” “Do you think what he said was true?” “I don’t know,” I spoke as I walked behind the counter and grabbed my purse. “I’m going out for a while. Noelle will be here in about thirty minutes.” While I was in the back of the cab, I sent Jackson a text message. “Are you at the office?” “Hi, and yes, I’m here. Why?” “I’m on my way. I need to talk to you.” “Are you okay?” “I don’t know.” As soon as the cab driver pulled up to the fifty-six-story glass building, I threw some cash at him and took the elevator up to where Jackson’s office was on the thirtieth floor. “Hi, Emily.” His secretary smiled. “Mr. Caine said to go right in when you got here.” “Thank you.” Opening the door to his office, I took one look at him sitting behind his desk and, instantly, my eyes filled with tears. “Hey.” He got up from his chair and walked over to me. The tears started to fall uncontrollably, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop them. “What happened?” He clasped my shoulders and then pulled me into an embrace. “This man came into the shop.” Breaking our embrace, he looked at me with a seriousness in his eyes I had never seen before. “What man? Did he hurt you?” he asked in a stern voice. I looked down and shook my head and I was once again in the safety of his arms. “Calm down, Emily, and tell me what happened.” I swallowed hard and took in a deep breath.

“This man and his wife came into the shop about a month ago. They were visiting from Seattle. He kept staring at me the whole time they were there and when his wife was in the fitting room, he walked over and asked me if I knew Karen Wade. I told him that she was my mother and he said that he knew her and I had her smile. He came back into the shop just a little bit ago and told me that I might be his daughter.” “What? But your mother always told you that she didn’t know who your father was.” “That’s what I told him before I threw him out of my shop.” Jackson led me over to the plush black leather couch in his office and sat me down. “He said that he didn’t blame my mother for never mentioning him and that he had to live with the decision he made for the past twenty-seven years. He also said that she was the love of his life.” “Do you believe him?” he asked. “I don’t know. I kept playing the conversation over and over in my head on the way here.” “Obviously, he has a reason to believe he could be your father. A man wouldn’t just go up to someone and say shit like that. Why did you throw him out?” “Because I was in shock! It isn’t every day some stranger comes to you and claims to be your parent. What do I do?” I laid my head on his chest as he put his arm around me. “Do you want my honest opinion? Or do you want me to tell you what you want to hear?” “Does it matter?” “No.” He gently smiled as he kissed my head. “I think you owe it to him and yourself to hear him out. Like I said, there’s a reason he believes it. I know you’re in shock and when the shock wears off, you’ll be able to process all of this better.” What he said made sense. There had to be a reason or something as to why he would believe I could be his daughter. My mother never mentioned a man named Gregory and now I was beginning to question why. “Thanks, Jackson.” A small smile crossed my lips as I lifted my head from his chest. His thumbs gently wiped away the tears from under my eyes. “You’re welcome. You’re hot when you cry. Did you know that?” He smiled. “I didn’t, but thank you.” I lightly laughed. “I should get back to the shop.”

“What time are you going to be home tonight?” he asked as I got up from the couch. “Probably around six thirty.” “Good. I’m coming over as soon as I leave here.” “It’s not our scheduled night.” He shrugged. “Then we’ll make it one. I’ll bring Chinese and we can just sit back, relax, and talk.” “No sex?” I arched my brow at him. “Now, now, Miss Wade. Is no sex ever an option when we’re together?” “Just making sure.” I smiled as I kissed his lips and then walked out the door. I had never run into the arms of a man when I was upset. But he was the first person I needed and I was happy that I ran to him. He made me feel safe and I knew just by talking to him that he’d make me feel better.

Chapter 27 Jackson Seeing Emily so upset really affected me in a way I didn’t think it would or could. When she stepped into my office and I saw the tears running down her face, I froze in fear that something bad had happened to her. This was the first time since I’d known her that I saw her that way. She crumbled before me and my first instinct was to put her back together. I wanted to be with her tonight, even though I had other plans. The encounter she had with Gregory wasn’t something she would forget about anytime soon and I didn’t want her to be alone. After wrapping up at the office, I picked up some Chinese food and went over to Emily’s apartment. When I arrived, she answered the door and waved me in, as she was on the phone. I walked to the kitchen and set down the plastic bag with the food in it on the counter and reached up into the cabinet and took down two plates. “Sorry,” she spoke as she set her phone on the counter. “That’s okay. It sounded important.” Taking the food from the bag, she brought it over to the table. “I was speaking to Crystal, my mom’s best friend since high school. If anyone would know about Gregory, she would.” “What did she say?” I asked as I took a seat. “She’s planning on coming here next week and we’ll talk then. I got the impression she was shocked by my phone call and I could tell she knew something.” “Maybe you should meet with Gregory before her so you can find out if their stories are the same.” “Do you think?” “I do. If you want answers now, I think that would be the best thing to do.” “I don’t know, Jackson. I’m kind of scared to find out if my mother was lying to me all these years.” “I know you are, sweetheart, but you can’t just ignore it. You’ll spend the rest of your life wondering. It will follow you unless you find out the truth.”

“Did you just call me ‘sweetheart’?” She smirked. “I did, and you know why?” “Why?” “Because you have a sweet heart.” She laughed as she took a bite of her chicken. The truth was that it just slipped out involuntarily. I sighed as I finished my dinner. **** I arrived home from the office the next day and found Jules sitting at the island eating a plate of food that Terrance made. “Hey,” I spoke as I kissed her cheek. “Hi.” She smiled. “On break?” I asked. “Yeah. For the next couple of hours. I’m pulling a double shift. Mom called me today. She said she tried to call you, but you didn’t answer.” “I’ve been in meetings all day. I was going to call her later. What’s up?” “She wants to have dinner with the two of us tomorrow night.” “I’m supposed to see Emily tomorrow night.” “It’s the only night I have off this week. I think she may have some news for us.” “Divorce news?” My brow arched. “I’m thinking so.” Rolling my eyes, I poured myself a glass of wine. “Nothing new there. She can just tell me over the phone.” “Come on, Jackson. You’re going to dinner. In fact, you can pick me up and we’ll arrive together. Twin support as always.” She pointed her fork at me. “Then I’ll have to cancel my plans with Emily and I really don’t want to do that.” I threw back the rest of my wine. “What is really going on between the two of you?” Jules asked.

“You know what’s going on between us.” “Actually, the only thing I know is that you have some silly contract that dictates your relationship.” “It’s not silly and it’s working out for both of us. Plus, it’s not a relationship. What Emily and I have is companionship.” “For fuck sakes, Jackson. You two are in a relationship. Do you need me to look up the definition for you in the dictionary?” “Be my guest.” “Fine.” Picking up her phone, her fingers typed ferociously as the word “aha” spewed with excitement from her mouth. “‘A connection, association, or involvement. An emotional or other connection between people. A sexual involvement; affair.’ See, you and Emily are in a relationship, so I never ever want to hear you say that you aren’t.” “There are two types of relationships, my dear sister. Ones like what you just read and ones that are what you and Carter have. There’s romantic relationships, casual relationships, abusive relationships, etc. If you are so hell bent on saying that Emily and I are in a relationship, then fine, we are in a casual relationship.” “No you’re not,” she spoke with seriousness. “Yes we are.” “No you’re not.” “Yes we are!” I boldly exclaimed. “There is nothing more than friendship and sex between us.” “Then why did you buy the buildings so she can expand?” “For investment reasons and because she’s my friend and wanted to expand and Leon wouldn’t let her. I would have done the same for you.” “That’s because you love me.” She smirked. “Admit it, Jackson, you’re in love with her.” Waving my hand in front of my face, I turned and opened the refrigerator. “I don’t even know what the fuck it’s like to be in love. So, no, I’m not in love with her.”

“And if she just walked out of your life tomorrow, you’d be fine with it?” “Actually, I would, and I’d wish her well.” “Yeah, okay. That’s why you don’t want to cancel your date with her tomorrow because you’re looking forward to seeing her.” “I don’t want to cancel my date because my time with her would be better spent than sitting across from a woman and hearing she’s getting divorced for the fourth time. It’s draining, Jules.” She got up from the stool she was sitting in and placed her plate in the dishwasher. “I know it’s draining, but we have to be there for our mother. Pick me up from the hospital tomorrow at six thirty,” she spoke as she pushed the button to the elevator. “Whatever.” I sighed. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dialed Emily’s number as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. “Hello,” she answered. “Hey. I have some bad news. I have to cancel for tomorrow night.” “Why?” “Listen, can you come over tonight? I’ll explain everything.” “Sure. I’m just leaving the shop. I can be over in about thirty minutes.” “Have you eaten?” I asked. “Not yet.” “Good. Terrance made some chicken thing with asparagus and red potatoes.” “Sounds good. I’ll see you soon.” “Bye, Emily.” Throwing my phone on the bed, I took off my suitcoat and pants and changed into something more comfortable. A pair of black Nike fleece pants and a gray t-shirt. Having dinner with my mother tomorrow to hear about her pending divorce shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did, and I really wanted to see Emily. Normally, when something bothered me, I liked to sit in the comfort of my home, alone. But not tonight. I wanted, or actually, I needed her here with me, and I wasn’t sure which bothered me more.

Chapter 28 Emily The elevator door opened and the moment I stepped into the kitchen of Jackson’s penthouse, I was greeted by the warm aroma of an amazing smell. One that made the hunger pains in my belly go wild. “Hey,” I spoke as I set down my purse. “Hi.” Jackson smiled as he set down two plates at the kitchen table. “Have a seat. Dinner is served.” Taking my seat across from his, I placed the napkin in my lap. “So what’s going on?” “When I came home today, my sister was here. I’ve been summoned to have dinner with her and my mother tomorrow night. Apparently, my mother wants to have a little chat with us.” “About?” “Jules and I both agree that more than likely, she’s going to tell us she’s getting divorced.” “Gee, I’m sorry, Jackson.” “Don’t be. It was inevitable.” He pushed his half full plate away. I could tell he was upset, and for the first time since I’d known him, I’d never seen the sadness sweep across his face as I did at that moment. Pushing my plate away from me, I got up from my chair and climbed into his lap. “It’s always inevitable. We both know that,” I spoke as I ran my finger down his cheek. “I know.” A light smile crossed his lips. “What was it your mother used to say?” I let out a laugh. “Umm. She said a lot of things.” “About happily ever after?” “Oh. She always said that happily ever after is a myth and it doesn’t exist.” “I think I would have liked your mother.” “I know you would have.” I smiled as I ran my hand through his hair. “Thanks for coming over tonight,” he spoke with seriousness as his hand stroked my cheek and his

eyes locked on mine. “You’re welcome. Thanks for calling and inviting me.” “My pleasure.” His lips softly pushed into mine. We lay in bed, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist as we lay on our sides. His head nuzzled so close to me that I could feel the warmth of his breath sweep across my back, for he was already sound asleep. Jackson Caine was a man not too long ago to whom I was incredibly attracted to, and now, he had become an addiction. I was beyond happy when he called and asked me to come over, and yet I was scared shitless for feeling that way. He occupied a large space in my mind and I found myself thinking about him more than I should have. More than I ever had thought about anyone before. I was failing at the fight to keep him at a safe distance and I didn’t know what to do. **** A few days had passed and Jackson had to go to Chicago to see his father. It had been three days since I’d seen him and somehow, that put me in a mood. He was right about his mother. The dinner he was summoned to was to tell him and Jules that she was getting divorced. As I was digging through my purse, trying to find my lip-gloss, I pulled out the business card Gregory had left on the table when he was here. Staring at it, I took in a deep breath at the indecision of whether to call him or not. I honestly didn’t have time for this. The expansion of the shop was near completion and I was busy trying to make sure everything was in its proper place. “Are you going to call him?” Katie asked as she stood over my shoulder. “I don’t know. I really don’t have time to deal with him right now.” I threw the card back in my purse. “You have time, Emily. You just don’t want to deal with what he might tell you.” “That’s not true.” “I think it is. You’re scared, and you’re afraid that he’s your father and you don’t want to face the fact that your mother lied to you all these years.” “She didn’t lie. Maybe she didn’t know he was the father.” “Or maybe she did and for one reason or another, she never wanted you to know about him.” Throwing my purse under the counter, I spoke, “Like I said, I don’t have time to deal with him.” “What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

“Yeah. What is wrong with you?” Evelyn piped up as she walked into the shop. “You’ve been bitchy these last couple of days and this totally isn’t like you.” “I’m just stressed with the shop and stuff.” “I’ve seen you at your worst with stress and you’re never like this, so I’m suspecting it has to do with Jackson being out of town,” Katie spoke. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I huffed as I walked away and straightened the scarves I had on display. “I’m with Katie on this one, Em. I think you’re upset that you’re not seeing him for a few days and you don’t know how to deal with it, because, my friend, you are in love with him.” The sound of laughter escaped me. “I do not love Jackson. Maybe as a friend, yes. Just like I love both of you, but I am not in love with him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to lunch.” Walking down East 9th Street, I stopped at a deli and took a seat outside on their patio. “What may I get you?” the waitress asked. “I’ll have a Rockwood sandwich, please, on whole wheat.” “Chips or fries?” “Chips.” “Very good. It’ll be up shortly.” She smiled as she walked away. Pulling my phone from my purse, I dialed Gregory’s number and took in a deep breath as he answered. “Hello.” “Gregory, it’s Emily Wade,” I nervously spoke. “Emily. It’s good to hear from you.” “I gave some thought to what you said and I think we need to talk.” “Okay. How about dinner tonight?” “That will be fine. Let’s meet at seven o’clock at Scarpetta on West 14th Street.” “I’ll be there. Thank you, Emily.” “I’ll see you then,” I spoke, deadpan.

Just as I ended the call and set my phone down, a text message came through from Jackson. Instantly, my mood changed. “Can you talk?” “Yes. Just having lunch at a deli.” Within a second, my phone rang. “Hi there,” I answered. “Hello, beautiful. How’s your lunch?” “Pretty good.” “Are you eating alone?” “Yeah. I had to get out of the shop and be by myself for a while.” “What’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned tone. “Nothing. Just the expansion and trying to get everything set up.” “Ah. Well, don’t stress yourself out over it.” “I called Gregory and we’re meeting for dinner tonight.” “Good. I can’t wait to hear all about it. I’m flying back tomorrow afternoon, so how about we meet up tomorrow night?” “Sounds good. How’s your father?” I heard him sigh. “He’s okay. I’ll tell you about it when I see you.” “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yeah. I’m fine. I miss my face between those beautiful legs of yours.” A wide grin crossed my face. “I miss feeling you buried deep inside me.” I must have spoken a little too loudly as an older woman at the table next to me shot a look my way. “Ugh, Emily. I’m getting hard. We better end this call before I embarrass myself.” Letting out a light laugh, I spoke, “Okay. I’ll talk to you soon.” “Bye, Emily.”

“Bye, Jackson.” I finished off my sandwich with a smile and headed back to the shop. When I walked in, Katie and Noelle were standing behind the counter and instantly stopped talking. “You didn’t have to stop talking about me on my account.” I smirked. “We weren’t,” Katie spoke. “You never were a very good liar.” I pushed her out of the way and grabbed a piece of chocolate. “Fine. We were talking about you and Jackson.” “I don’t care, but you don’t have to do it behind my back. Feel free to talk while I’m standing here.” She stood there with narrowed eyes, staring at me. “Your mood changed. You seem better. What’s up?” “Nothing. I just had a nice lunch and de-stressed.” “Did you talk to Jackson?” “Yes. He called me.” “AHA!” She pointed at me. “That’s why you’re in a better mood, because your man called and made your day.” Rolling my eyes, I stepped away from the counter and walked over to the other side of the shop to look over the espresso bar, which was ninety-five percent complete. “He had nothing to do with it and he’s not my man. I just needed some food.” She threw her hands up in the air and walked away. I didn’t want to tell her about my dinner plans with Gregory tonight because I didn’t want to be bombarded with a million questions. I would tell her and Evelyn all about it tomorrow once I got some answers.

Chapter 29 Jackson Placing my phone in my pocket, I walked down the street and into my favorite chocolate shop that was family owned and had the best chocolate I had ever had. “Hello there, Jackson.” Jacob Small smiled. “Hi, Jacob.” “Welcome back to Chicago.” “Thanks.” I stood looking through the case of the homemade and handcrafted chocolates his family had been making for over fifty years. “What can I box up for you?” “Just give me a two-pound assortment.” “Two pounds, eh?” He smiled. “Yeah. I have a friend back in New York who I know will love these.” I grinned. “Judging by that grin, I’d say she’s pretty special.” He winked. “She’s a good friend.” “There you go.” He reached over the counter and handed me the box of chocolates while I handed him my credit card. “Thanks, Jacob. It was good to see you again.” “Same here, Jackson. I hope your good friend enjoys.” “She will.” When I arrived back at my father ’s penthouse, I walked in, only to find Katerina sitting on the couch, crying. Shit. I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Where is he?” I asked as I walked over to her. “He left. Said he needed to take care of a few things.”

I didn’t know how to console her. Or any woman, to be exact. It was natural for me with Emily, but with Katerina, I didn’t want to make things for her worse. “Your father is an asshole!” she yelled before blowing her nose. “Yeah. He is.” I sat down next to her. “How could he do this to me? Just ask for a divorce out of nowhere?” “You knew what you were getting yourself into when you married him. You are wife number five.” “I thought I was different,” she cried. “And so did wives number two, three, and four. Listen, Katerina, I’m sorry. You’ll come out of this a much stronger person. You’re a beautiful young woman and any man would be lucky to have you for his wife.” “You think so?” She sniffled as she looked at me with her tear-filled eyes. “I know so. You didn’t want to waste the rest of your life with him anyway. He did you a favor.” “I think he’s seeing someone. When I asked him, he denied it.” I inhaled a deep breath because I wouldn’t doubt it. It was what he did. “If he is, then I feel sorry for that poor woman and you should too.” “I do, and you know what? She can have him!” “That’s right. He’s her problem now.” I smiled. “Thanks, Jackson.” She placed her hand on mine. “You’re a good man. Some woman is going to be lucky to have someone like you in her life.” “Thanks, Katerina. I’m going to go. I wasn’t supposed to leave until tomorrow, but I need to get back to New York.” I gave her a hug, grabbed my suitcase, and headed out the door. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dialed my father. “What’s up, son?” “I just wanted to let you know that I’m flying back to New York tonight.” “I thought you weren’t leaving until tomorrow.” “I have a lot of work to do, Dad.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks. Take care, son.” “You too, Dad.” I had too much on my mind to stay in Chicago another night, plus I was starving for sex and I needed to see Emily. With my father getting another divorce, his moving back to New York, and my mother ’s pending divorce, it was all taking a toll on me. When I arrived back in New York, I stopped by Jules’ place before heading home. “Hey.” She opened the door and hugged me. “What the hell is going on with our parents?” Stepping inside, I headed right to the bar in the corner of the living room and poured myself a scotch. “They’re batshit crazy. That’s what’s going on.” “Is Dad seriously moving back here?” “Yes. He’ll be here permanently in two weeks.” “Jesus Christ, Jackson. I can’t even wrap my mind around all this. Both our parents are getting divorced again and Dad’s moving back. Should they even be in the same city?” “I don’t know.” I poured another scotch and downed it in one gulp. “All I know is that I’m staying out of it. I don’t care if they’re both getting divorced and I don’t care if they’re at each other ’s throats. I have my own life and issues and so do you. Parents or not, they are no longer our problem.” She stood there with her arms folded lightly, nodding her head. “I agree.” I set down my glass on the bar and kissed her cheek. “I have to get going. I love you.” “I love you too.”

Chapter 30 Emily I walked into Scarpetta fifteen minutes early with a bundle nerves that resided in my belly. “A booth for two, please,” I spoke to the hostess as she greeted me. She grabbed two menus and led me over to a corner booth with high backs. It was the perfect spot that would give Gregory and I more privacy. “What time will your guest be arriving?” she asked as she set down the other menu across from me. “He should be here in about fifteen minutes. My name is Emily and he is an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair.” “Very well. I’ll be on the lookout for him.” She smiled. The reason I arrived early was so I could down a martini to calm my nerves before he showed up. “Good evening.” The peppy waitress smiled as she set down a drink napkin in front of me. “What can I start you off with?” “I’ll have a neat martini with three olives.” “And your guest?” “I’m not sure. You’ll have to ask him when he arrives.” “One neat martini with three olives coming right up.” My drink couldn’t get there fast enough as I sat at in the booth and pondered whether or not I was ready to hear what Gregory had to tell me. The waitress walked over, and before she could set my drink down, I grabbed it from her hands and immediately took a large gulp. “Sorry. This is very much needed at the moment.” “It happens to all of us.” She smiled. As I looked up, I saw the hostess walking Gregory to the table and the nervousness I already had felt intensified. “Emily.” He smiled nervously as he sat down.

“Gregory.” I nodded. “Is that a neat martini with three olives?” he asked as he looked at my glass. “It is.” “That’s the way I order mine.” I needed to just come out and say what I was thinking. There was no use in making this situation any more awkward than it already was. “I called you because I want to know how you knew my mother. I want to know how you met, where you met, how old you were, and what your relationship was.” After the waitress took his drink order, he folded his hands on the table and took in a deep breath. “Your mother and I met through a mutual friend one summer when we were sixteen years old. I don’t care what anyone says, it was love at first sight for both of us. I’ll never forget the first moment my eyes laid sight on her. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And her smile, just like yours, would light up the darkest rooms. She was sitting on a blanket on the beach in a black and white polka dot bikini when Crystal introduced us.” “Wait a minute. You know Crystal?” I set down my glass. “Yes. Crystal had moved next door to me when we were just ten years old. We became good friends and, shortly after, my father was transferred to San Francisco and we had to move. But Crystal and I still remained very good friends. When I was sixteen, my father got transferred back to Los Angeles and we returned there. I was reunited with her and that’s when she introduced me to your mom.” I sat there, intently listening to him speak as I grew angry on the inside at Crystal for never mentioning him. “Karen and I spent that whole summer together and saw each other practically every day. We did everything together, and there wasn’t one moment I wanted to be without her. Our relationship grew even stronger over the course of three years. Her dream was to own her own business someday and mine was to serve our country. Enlisting in the army was something I had wanted ever since I was a child. My father served as well as my uncles and grandfather. We talked about marriage, kids, and building a future together. She had it all planned out, right down to the red brick house with the white picket fence and the springer spaniel named Dooley.” A small smile crossed my lips because that was a side of her I’d never known.

“I told her all along I wanted to enlist in the army and she tried to talk me out of it every time, giving me reasons not to do it. With her as the main reason, I tried community college for a year, but it just didn’t cut it for me. Being in the army was in my blood, and I loved her so much and she loved me, so I knew deep in my heart that our relationship would survive it. I told her that after I finished training, I’d come back and we’d get married and then we could be together forever. She finally agreed and I enlisted. The day I was leaving for training, she told me she was pregnant. That was the happiest day of my life, and then she begged me not to go. But it was too late; I had no choice. I’ll never forget the tears that fell from her eyes as I said goodbye to her with the promise that I’d be back and that I’d write to her every day. It was only for ten weeks, Emily. Ten weeks of training and I’d be back to get my girl, marry her, and raise a family.” There was a moment of silence as he picked up his martini and took several sips before going on with his story. “I kept my promise and wrote to her every day. When I had the chance to call her, I would, but I heard nothing but sadness in her voice. I missed her so much and I promised her we’d be together soon. Then a war broke out and the unit I was assigned to was getting deployed right after training. They wouldn’t even give me a day to see her. When I wrote and told her what was happening, she wrote back and told me that she understood. With every letter I wrote to her from that day forth, I begged her to send me pictures of her and her growing belly. But no letters ever came, except for the ones I wrote to her that were returned.” “I’m so sorry, Gregory.” I reached out and placed my hand on his. His eyes met mine and I gulped at the sadness that resided in them. “Two years later, the war ended and I returned back to California, only to find out that her mother had passed away a year prior and that she had moved. Nobody knew where she went. After her mother ’s funeral, she packed up all her things and quietly moved away. I spent the next year searching for her.” “What about Crystal? My mother would have told her where she was going.” “Crystal was studying abroad in Paris at the time and it was impossible to get hold of her. I wrote her letters and she wrote one back saying that she had lost touch with Karen and she didn’t know where she went.” “Well, she obviously lied to you because Crystal was there when I was born.” “I figured she did, but what else could I do? I finally gave up, went on with my life, and prayed to God every day that I would find my child. I never even knew if you were a boy or a girl. When I

walked into your shop that day, I felt like I was seeing Karen all over again.” His eyes swelled with tears. After we finished eating, we stepped outside the restaurant, and before parting ways, I spoke, “I need time to process all of this, Gregory. I hope you can understand.” “I do understand and I want you to take all the time you need. Hell, if you want me to do a paternity test, I will. I’m sorry for just springing this on you, but I’ve waited twenty-seven years for this moment.” I reached over and gave him a hug. “I’ll be in touch. I promise.” I sat in the back of the cab, not knowing what to think. All these years, and the shield my mother had over her heart was for a reason. A reason she never once talked about. All her lectures about happily ever after made sense to me now. She lived a loveless life all because she couldn’t stand by and wait for the only man she ever let herself love. When I stuck my key in the lock and opened the door, I jumped when I saw Jackson sitting on my couch watching TV. “Oh my God. You scared me.” A smile crossed his face as he got up and walked over to me. “I’m sorry.” He kissed my lips. “What are you doing here?” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow.” “I decided to come home a day early. I wanted to surprise you. Are you surprised?” He smirked. “Very surprised.” I laid my head on his shoulder. A shoulder I desperately needed. “How did your dinner with Gregory go?” “God, Jackson.” I broke our embrace. “The things he told me about him and my mother.” “I want to hear all about it. But first, I brought you something back from Chicago.” “You did?” I smiled. He walked over to a black bag that was sitting on the counter and pulled out a black and gold box. “What is this?” “Open it up and find out.”

I carefully removed the lid and stared down at the chocolates that were staring back at me. “Jackson.” My eyes widened as I looked at him. “Taste one.” He winked with a smile. Taking a chocolate from the box, I took a bite and it felt like heaven in my mouth. “Holy shit. Oh my God.” I placed my hand over my mouth as I devoured the small square. “Good, isn’t it?” “Where did you find these?” “From a family-owned chocolate shop in Chicago. I’ve been buying chocolate there for years.” He placed his hands on my hips and kissed my forehead. “I’ll grab the wine, you bring the chocolates, and we’ll continue our talk in bed.” “How about the bathtub?” “You want to take a bath?” He raised a brow. “Yes. Wine, chocolate, and bubbly water. Is there anything better?” “Well, I can think of something better, but I’ll take your word for it.” A sexy smirk crossed his face. “I’ll take the chocolates and start the water and you grab the wine. I’ll meet you in the bathroom.” His lips brushed against mine. I was so happy he came back tonight because I really needed him after my dinner with Gregory. I was so confused and torn up by his story that I felt somewhat lost and I knew that just seeing Jackson would help me find my way.

Chapter 31 Jackson The warm bubbly water was invigorating. I didn’t do this; I didn’t take baths in general. Especially not bubble baths with a woman. This was my first time and I could say that I was thoroughly enjoying the soothing water with Emily pressed against me and my arms wrapped securely around her. Her head rested on my chest as her back pressed against me. Our wet skin meshed together while my fingers lightly ran up and down her arm. Her story about Gregory surprised me a bit but gave insight to the behavior of her mother all those years. “How are you feeling about all this?” I asked. “I’m not sure. I’m sad for Gregory and I’m sad for me because my mom didn’t trust me enough to tell me about him. All those years of keeping him a secret when I asked over and over again about my father and the lies she told.” “She had her reasons, Emily, and once you talk to Crystal, you’ll have a better understanding of what your mother was thinking.” “True. Now, tell me about Chicago and your dad.” I let out a long sigh. “He’s divorcing his fifth wife.” “What?” She lifted her head and looked at me. “Why?” “He said he didn’t love her anymore, and that’s all he would tell me. He’s moving back to New York.” “How does your mom feel about that?” “I don’t know and I don’t care. Like I told Jules, I’m staying out of it. They can do whatever they want, but I’m not letting it affect me. I’m washing my hands of their marital drama.” “Don’t you think it’s odd that they’re both getting divorced at the same time?” she asked as she reached over and grabbed a piece of chocolate. “Kind of. But everything about them is odd.” She let out light laugh. “Now, let’s not talk about them anymore. As much as I’m enjoying this bath, it’s time to get out and fuck you. I’ve been sexually starved for three days.”

She sat up and turned around so she was straddling me while her lips pressed against mine. “Who says we need to get out?” She smiled. A growl erupted in my chest as I stared into her eyes and then down at her luscious wet tits, which made my cock stand at full attention. My hands grasped both of them, kneading softly and taking her hardened peaks between my fingers. Our lips met and twisted while our tongues tangled together. As I placed my hands firmly on her hips, she lifted herself up and slowly took me inside. Gasps of excitement filled the air surrounding us. Her hands weaved through my hair as she moved up and down. The feeling of being inside her was euphoric. I could sit in this tub and let her fuck me all night. My fingers moved from her hips and down to her clit, softly caressing it as her moans grew in intensity. Her wet pussy tightened around my cock, making the feeling of an orgasm come to the surface. She swelled beneath my fingers and moaned as she came. Pushing down on her hips, I thrust up, in and out of her as she straddled me, her tits bouncing in my face, making the sight before me utterly intoxicating. One more thrust and it was there; the explosion inside her. I threw my head back and moaned as the rush of warmth resided inside. “Fuck, Emily. Just fuck.” I smiled as I tried to calm my racing heart. “I told you we didn’t have to get out.” A grin crossed her beautiful lips. **** While I was sitting at my desk, my phone rang and it was my father. “Hello.” “Son, what the hell were you thinking?” “What are you talking about, Dad?” “I spoke with Leon and he told me he sold you two buildings over on East 9th. He said you bought them for some girl and paid two million dollars for them.” “Yes. I did. But I didn’t buy them for Emily. I bought them for an investment.” “What investment would that be, son? Two million for those buildings is outrageous.” “No, Dad. What’s outrageous is you getting divorced for the fifth time. This is my company now and I’ll run it how I see fit.” “Watch your mouth, boy.” “Are we finished here? I have business to get back to.”

“We’ll discuss this further when I come back.” Rolling my eyes, I ended the call and threw my phone across my desk. Leaning back in my chair, I brought my hands up to my chin. “You look deep in thought,” Samuel spoke as he strolled in. “Just got off the phone with my father. He ripped me a new one for buying the buildings on East 9th.” “If you want my honest opinion, it was kind of a stupid deal on your part. But I sort of understand why you did it. You can keep calling it an investment, but I know you did it for Emily. And you know why you did it for her? Because you love her.” “Shut the fuck up. I do not. She’s a friend who wanted to expand and I could make that happen. If it was you, I would have done the same thing and you fucking know it.” I pointed my finger at him. “Whatever, bro. Keep denying it. I’ve been in love a couple of times and I know the signs. Anyway, I’m heading over to the Preston property. Are you coming?” “No. Take Elie with you, get the numbers, and report back.” “Okay.” He walked out of my office. I was feeling stressed, so I grabbed a cab and headed over to Emily’s shop to see the new espresso bar that was finally finished. When I walked through the door, I saw her standing by the back room in an embrace with another man. A younger man. I swallowed hard as I watched the smile on her face grow when he kissed her cheek. An anger ripped through me and it took everything I had not to go and rip his face off. His hand rubbed her arm and her body language told me that she enjoyed it. I turned and walked out of the shop before I did something I would regret. This feeling inside me was something I couldn’t control and it was making me crazy. I went to the shop to see her because my day sucked and I knew she could change that. Obviously, I was wrong. We were supposed to see each other tonight, but now, I didn’t want to see her. I was afraid of what I might say if I did. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I sent her a text message. “We aren’t going to be able to see each other tonight. Something came up at the office and I need to stay to deal with it and I don’t know how long it’s going to take.” I waited for those three little dots to appear to let me know she was typing. They didn’t. She was probably still flirting with that guy and too busy to look at her phone. Was this a complication? It sure the hell was and I didn’t like it one bit.

Chapter 32 Emily Seeing Jake again was the highlight of my day. I hadn’t seen him since Parsons, when he dropped out and moved to Italy to study fashion, and now he was back in New York to stay after scoring an editorial position at Cosmopolitan magazine. Grabbing my phone from the counter, I looked at it and saw Jackson’s text message. It seemed cold and flat. Like he was pissed off. “Okay. I understand. Are you okay?” I waited a few minutes for a response, but one never came. Maybe he was in a meeting and he’d text me later. “What’s wrong?” Katie asked as she walked past me. “Jackson sent me a text message saying he had to cancel for tonight because something came up at the office.” “Oh. Then let’s go out. Alex is working late at the firm.” “Okay. How about a movie? We can go see that new one with Blake Lively.” “Sounds fun. I’ll check to see what time it starts.” She smiled as she walked away. **** The movie ended at eight, and since neither one of us was hungry because of the large popcorn and box of Milk Duds we devoured, we decided to hit up a bar for a couple of drinks before heading home. We entered through the door of The Heights Bar & Grill and found a table along the wall amongst the crowd of people who were also there. “What can I get you ladies?” the tall redheaded waitress asked. “I’ll have a frozen watermelon margarita, sugar rim.” I smiled. “I’ll have the same,” Katie spoke. “Can I get you an appetizer or something?” “No. Just the drinks.” I smiled.

“Two frozen sugar-rimmed watermelon margaritas coming right up.” She grinned as she scurried away. The waitress brought our drinks rather quickly, considering how busy the place was. Katie went to the restroom so I pulled out my phone from my purse to see if Jackson had answered my text message from earlier and still nothing. Sighing, I set my phone down on the table and took a large sip of my margarita. While I was waiting for Katie to come back to the table, my eyes scanned the room and then froze when I saw Jackson and Samuel sitting up at the bar. My heart started pounding out of my chest. What the fuck! “Sorry, there was a line,” Katie spoke as she sat down. “What’s wrong?” “Jackson is here with Samuel,” I spoke in anger. “Where?” She turned around. “Up at the bar.” “I thought something came up at the office?” “Me too. At least, that’s what he said.” I grew angrier by the second. “Oh shit. Emily, what are you doing?” she asked as I got up from my seat. “Going to get some answers.” I stomped across the floor and over to the bar where Jackson was. “Hello, Mr. Caine,” I abruptly spoke. “Emily,” he replied with nervousness. “What are you doing here?” “The question is, Jackson, what are you doing here? I thought you had to work late because there was a problem at the office?!” I voiced a bit too loudly. “There was and I took care of it.” “It’s only eight thirty. You couldn’t have called me?” “Why would I call you? I already cancelled our date for tonight, and I didn’t see a need to.” “Because it’s only eight thirty and it’s still early.” “Sorry, Emily. I don’t know what to say,” he spoke in a rude tone. “Yeah, well, I know what to say. Fuck you, Jackson!” The words angrily spewed out of my mouth.

I walked back to the table, grabbed my purse, and told Katie we were leaving. She threw some cash down and ran out after me. “What did he say?” “Nothing. He had nothing to say.” I held up my hand for a cab. When one finally pulled up, we climbed inside, and the tears began to fall from my eyes. “Why the fuck am I crying?” “Because you’re hurt, Em.” She rubbed my back. “I don’t cry over guys.” I wiped the tears with my hand. “You do if you’re in love with them.” “I’m not in love with him.” “Then you wouldn’t care and you wouldn’t be crying.” The cab pulled up to my apartment building and I told Katie that I wanted to be alone and not to come up. She understood as she hugged me goodbye and the cab pulled away from the curb. After unlocking the door, I changed into my nightshirt and then sat down on the couch, bringing my knees to my chest. I tried to process what had just happened. The look on his face and the tone of his voice were as if he didn’t care. “UGH!” I screamed as I jumped up from the couch. What was this I was feeling? I needed to get a grip and get hold of myself. What did I do to make him behave like that towards me? The words my mother told me kept playing over and over like a broken record. “We Wade women do not let others, especially men, control or wreak havoc on our emotional state.” And that was exactly what I was doing. I was letting him wreak havoc on my emotional state, something I had never let happen before and I didn’t know how to stop it. I climbed into bed around ten p.m. with my laptop and tried to distract myself from how I was feeling by going over today’s sales from the shop. “Emily, it’s me. Open up!” Jackson pounded on the door. Jumping out of bed, from fear that my neighbors would call the police, I ran to the door and opened it. “Are you crazy? Do you want someone to call the cops?” “May I come in?”

“No.” “Then I’ll just stand here in the hallway until you talk to me.” “Jackson.” I sighed. “I’m too tired to deal with this right now.” “Why are your eyes all puffy and red? Have you been crying?” “No.” “Come on, Emily. Just let me in and we can talk about tonight.” “There’s nothing to talk about. Remember? You don’t know what to say?” He closed his eyes as he pursed his lips. “I was angry with you today.” “For what?” “If you let me inside, I’ll explain.” “Fine.” I waved my hand. He stepped through the door with his hands tucked tightly in his pants pockets and followed me into the living area. “Tell me what I did that made you angry? Because I haven’t got a clue.” “Who was that guy you were with earlier?” “What guy?” I furrowed my brows. “The one in your shop. I stopped by earlier this afternoon because I wanted to see the espresso bar, and when I walked in, I saw you hugging him and, to top it off, he was running his finger up and down your arm and you seemed to be enjoying it.” “You mean Jake?” I cocked my head. “Is that his name?” He narrowed his eye at me and I didn’t appreciate his tone. “Jake happens to be a friend of mine. We went to Parsons together and then he dropped out and moved to Italy to study fashion. He just moved back to New York and heard I opened a shop and he came to see me. Oh, and if you must know, he’s gay!” I shouted. He stood there, looking down, hands still tucked inside his pockets. “I’m sorry,” he softly spoke, for he knew he fucked up big time.

“You’re sorry for what?” I asked in a commanding tone. “Sorry that you jumped to conclusions? Sorry that you didn’t bother to come see me while you were standing in my shop staring at us? Sorry that you cancelled our date for no fucking reason at all?!!” I shouted. “You, Jackson, broke rule number seven about open communication and honesty!” He lifted his head and his eyes met mine. “You can’t possibly understand, Emily, because I don’t understand it myself.” “Understand what?” “The feeling I got when I saw you with him. I don’t know why I got so angry, and I’m sorry. I am truly sorry. I didn’t handle the situation well because I had never been confronted with something like that before.” “Don’t you trust me?” “Of course I trust you. Like I said, I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?” I turned my back on him because I didn’t want him to see the tears that formed in my eyes. If he trusted me, he wouldn’t have done what he did, and that hurt. I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear. A part of me wanted to punish him, yet another part of me melted in his arms. He made a mistake. I, for one, am guilty of making plenty in my lifetime. “Okay. I accept your apology. But what you did, cancelling our date because of what you saw without even talking to me first, was a dick move on your part.” “I know it was.” His arms tightened around me. I turned my body until we were in a full embrace; my arms locked around him. “We just had our first fight.” He kissed the top of my head. “We did and I didn’t like it.” “Me either.” His hands planted themselves on each side of my face as his lips brushed tenderly against mine. “Isn’t there something called make-up sex?” “Yes.” Our lips continued to tangle. “Then we better get to it.” He smiled as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.

Chapter 33 Emily It had been a week since Jackson and I had our first fight and things were going great. We both agreed to put it behind us and never speak of it again. Walking into Tavern on the Green, I spotted Crystal sitting in a booth sipping on a cocktail. She smiled and stood up when she saw me walking towards the table. “Emily, darling. You look fantastic.” She hugged me. “How are you, Crystal?” “I’m good. How’s the shop doing?” “Really well. Thank you.” I took a seat across from her and ordered a martini. “I’m going to just come right out and ask you,” I spoke as I placed my napkin in my lap. “And I want the honest to God’s truth.” She pursed her lips and took in a deep breath as she waited for my question. “Is Gregory my father?” She picked up her drink and took a small sip. “Yes. He is your father.” “How could you keep that from me all these years?” “Because your mother asked me to, and she was my best friend. She told me that as far as she was concerned, Gregory never existed and that part of her life was gone. The day she found out he wasn’t coming home from training, she changed. I didn’t think a person could change that much and so quickly. She said that you were the only person in the world who mattered and she was going to start a new life, in a new place. One where she could make a fresh start and raise you.” “I don’t understand. If she loved him, she would have waited for him,” I spoke. “Your mom felt abandoned. Even though she told him she was pregnant before he left, he still wanted to go. He put his dreams before you and her, and she couldn’t handle it. Gregory was her first love and she was so heartbroken that she convinced herself that all men were like him. That if she gave her heart to someone else, they too would leave. She told me that she couldn’t ever love another

man because she didn’t want you to experience the abandonment she felt. If things didn’t work out and you grew attached, it would be hard on you. She was trying to protect you, even though I didn’t agree.” “So you’re saying that I was the reason she never would allow herself to settle down with someone?” “It was both of you. She was protecting you as well as herself.” “Why did she lie to me about not knowing who my father was?” “Because it was too painful to talk about him. Even after all those years that passed, she never got over him. She thought if she told you, then you would ultimately want to find and meet him, and she couldn’t allow that.” “Why?” I narrowed my eyes. “Because, Emily,” she placed her hand on mine, “he abandoned you before you were even born and, in her mind, he didn’t deserve to know you.” I looked up at the ceiling, trying to prevent the tears from falling. “That was my decision.” I pointed to myself. “She had no right to keep me from knowing my father because he broke her heart. All she had to do was wait for him.” “Your mother had a lot of issues. Her father left when she was a child and she watched every day how her mother waited for him to come back and he never did. In her mind, it was history repeating itself with Gregory.” “But she told me that my grandfather died.” “That’s what she told everyone. He told her and her mom that he was running to the store to buy a pack of cigarettes and he never came back. A couple of days later, your grandmother found a letter from him in her drawer saying that he wasn’t happy and he had no choice but to leave. That was why she begged Gregory not to leave. She was trying to protect you from the pain that she had suffered for so many years with the abandonment from her father.” I swallowed hard because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mother, the person I trusted most in the world, lied to me. After talking for a while longer, I needed some fresh air, so I thanked Crystal for meeting with me and telling me the truth. Stepping outside, I felt lost. I pulled my phone from my purse and stared at it as I contemplated calling Jackson, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to need him so much. So I took a cab to the cemetery

where my mother was buried and kneeled down before her grave. The clouds were rolling in and the air had become crisp. But it didn’t matter, because I needed to tell her how I felt. “Mom. I know you had your reasons, but why? Why did you lie to me? All your lectures over the years about happily ever after and relationships were to protect you. You made me believe that nothing good could come from being in a relationship. You made me believe that falling in love with someone was a horrible thing. I trusted you to tell me the truth. That’s what parents are supposed to do.” The rain started to fall from the sky as I pounded my fists down on her grave. “But instead, you told me things that you forced yourself to believe because you couldn’t bear to be hurt again. You may have thought you were protecting me, but you weren’t; you were only setting me up for failure. I’ve met someone and he means the world to me, and because of what you taught me, I signed a fucking contract to be his companion. I’ve never been anyone’s girlfriend because I couldn’t allow myself to be after listening to you all those years. I’ve had sex with multiple men and when they tried to want more of me, I ran just like you did. I played it safe because of everything you put in my head,” I yelled as the rain soaked me. “You molded me into you and I never had the chance to be my own person.” It felt like a whole new set of emotions flooded through me, as if the rain was cleansing my soul and opening up a part of me that I didn’t know even existed. I wiped the tears and the rain from my face as I stood up and walked away. Instead of hailing a cab, I walked in the rain down the streets of New York until I stumbled upon a coffee house. Making my way inside, I took seat at one of the small square tables by the window. “Honey, you are soaked. Let me get you a towel,” the older woman with a friendly smile spoke. A few moments later, she returned. “Here you go. Dry yourself off. What can I get for you?” “Thank you. I’ll just have a vanilla latte with almond milk, please.” “Coming right up, sweetie.” I dried myself off the best I could, pulled my phone from my purse, and noticed a text message from Jackson. “How did your lunch go with Crystal?” It had been two hours since he sent it and I didn’t know whether or not to respond. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. But I didn’t want him to worry, so I replied.

“It upset me to hear what she had to say and to be honest I’m not sure how I’m feeling.” “Where are you? Are you back at the shop?” “No. I’m sitting in a coffeehouse in Brooklyn.” “Which one?” I looked up at the menu on the wall. “Blue Bottle Coffee.” “I’m on my way. Do not leave there.” I picked up the white coffee cup and held it between my hands as I sipped it and stared out onto the wet streets of Brooklyn. The rain didn’t seem to want to let up. As I was reflecting on my thoughts, the door to the coffeehouse opened and Jackson stepped inside, closing his umbrella. Walking over to the table, he stood there and looked at me as he tilted his head to the side. “Were you out playing in the rain?” he asked. I couldn’t help but let a small smile cross my lips. “Something like that.” He took a seat across from me and the waitress flew over immediately. “You look like you could use a fresh hot cup of coffee.” She smiled. “That sounds good. Just black.” “Coming right up.” She winked as she walked away. Jackson reached over and grabbed hold of my hand, which was resting on the table. “Give me the run down.” I inhaled a deep breath as I stared at him. “Gregory is definitely my father. My mother lied to me not only about him but about my grandfather. In fact, she lied to me about everything. She just couldn’t stick around and wait for Gregory because of her own fears.” “And Crystal knew this the whole time?” “Yeah.” I nodded my head. “But my mother made her promise that she would never speak of it.” “I’m sorry, Emily,” he spoke as his thumb stroked my hand.

“Me too. I went to her grave and pretty much told her off.” “Do you feel better now?” “A little.” I lightly smiled. The corners of his mouth curved upwards. I was happy he was here. In fact, I was happy all the time with him in my life and it felt good. We talked for a while longer and then we climbed into his limo and he drove me home. “I wish I could stay, but I have a meeting tonight,” he spoke. “I’m fine, Jackson. Evelyn and Katie are coming over later.” He leaned over and kissed my lips. “I’ll call to check up on you after my meeting.” “Okay.” I smiled. I was exhausted, so I changed into my sweatpants and a tank top and lay on top of the bed for a nap before my friends came over.

Chapter 34 Jackson As I was preparing for my meeting, my phone rang and it was Jules. “Hey,” I answered. “Hey. I just got off the phone with Mom and she wants us to come over for dinner on Saturday night. Just the two of us.” “I’m seeing Emily Saturday night, so no.” “She needs to talk to us.” “I don’t care what she needs. I have plans and I’m not cancelling them.” “Carter and I had plans too. It’s our only night off together this week.” “Okay. Then the four of us will show, and after we leave there, we’ll go do something.” “Do you think she’ll mind? She said she only wanted the two of us.” “I really don’t give a damn if she minds or not. It’s the four of us or nothing. In fact, just tell her we’ll be there but don’t tell her that Emily and Carter are coming.” “Oh my God. She’ll be mad.” She laughed. “And? She has spent her whole life making us mad. Maybe it’s our turn now.” “Brilliant. I’ll give her a call. Talk to you soon.” ****

Emily After Katie and Evelyn left, I sat down on the couch and wrapped myself in a blanket. I didn’t know what to do next and I didn’t know how to feel. But the one thing I did know was how much I needed Jackson. Evelyn and Katie told me it was okay to need him as much as I did because he was more to me than just a companion, and no matter how many times I fought myself, at the end of the day, I was in love with him. He completed my life, and now that I knew my mother said all those things only to protect her heart, it all came full circle. Jackson Caine was a man that, for the first time in my life, I loved. Was it scary to admit that? Yes, of course it was, because for so long, I didn’t believe that it was possible for me to love any man. I’d kept myself closely guarded because of the pain I always saw in

my mother ’s eyes—the pain that resided in her each time she had to let a man walk out of her life. I remembered that night when I was thirteen years old after she ended things with Gerald because he told her that he loved her. The sadness in her eyes when she was sitting on the edge of my bed told me that she was afraid to love him back. As I was pondering my thoughts, my phone rang and Jackson was calling. “Hello,” I softly answered. “Hi, beautiful. What are you doing right now?” “Not much. Just sitting on the couch and thinking.” Suddenly, I heard my door unlock and when it opened, Jackson was standing there with his phone to his ear. “Mind if I join you?” He smiled. “Not at all.” I grinned. He walked over and took a seat next to me, wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me into him. “How are you doing?” he asked as he kissed the top of my head. “I’m okay.” “Just okay?” He pulled back and looked at me. “Actually, I’m really tired. It’s been a hell of a day.” “Then let’s go to bed.” “You’re staying?” I smiled. “If you want me to stay.” “I would like that.” “Then let’s go.” He grinned. He got up from the couch, took hold of my hand, and led me to the bedroom. “By the way,” he spoke as I changed into my nightshirt, “Saturday night, we have to go to my mom’s house for a while, then after, we’re going to go out with Jules and Carter.” “Why your mom’s house?” He pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.

“She wants to talk to me and Jules about something.” “Does she know I’m coming?” I climbed in next to him. “No, and she doesn’t know Carter is coming either. We won’t be there long.” “Okay.” I smiled as he hooked his arm around me and I lay comfortably on his chest. I ran my hand over the fabric of his underwear, feeling his cock, which started to get hard. “What are you doing?” he asked. “I thought you were tired.” “I need sex.” I grinned as I looked up at him. “You need it or you want it?” He smirked. “Actually, I need it. So, if you wouldn’t mind, I would be forever grateful.” In an instant, I was on my back and he was hovering over me. “It would be my pleasure to fulfill your needs, Miss Wade.” ****

Jackson Emily and I climbed into the back of my limo and headed to pick up Carter and Jules. After my mother ’s house, we were going to catch a movie, something Emily and I hadn’t done together yet. As Edward pulled up to the curb of my mother ’s townhome, Jules grabbed my hand. “Are you ready for this?” she asked. “Are either of us ever ready for one of Mother ’s talks?” Carter and Emily laughed as we climbed out of the limo and walked up the steps to the front door. The look on my mother ’s face was priceless when she saw Emily and Carter standing there. “Good evening, Mother,” I spoke as I stepped inside. “I thought it was just going to be you and your sister?” “We both had dates tonight and we weren’t about to cancel them for another one of your talks.” I kissed her cheek. “Hello, Carter.” She smiled as she gave him a hug. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?” she asked as she looked at Emily. “Emily Wade.”

“Ah yes. That’s right. How could I forget after our engaging conversation at my daughter ’s birthday party?” Rolling my eyes, I walked to the living room, where a fire was roaring in the fireplace. “Well, we’re here. What did you want to talk to us about?” I asked with the hopes that she’d make it quick so we could get on with our dates. “Have a seat. Clarisse will be bringing out the appetizers,” she spoke. “Would you like some wine, Emily?” I asked. “Maybe something a little stronger would be better.” She bit down on her bottom lip. “Good idea.” I winked. After pouring two glasses of scotch, I handed Emily hers while Carter poured a glass of wine for Jules. Just as we took our seats, I stiffened when I heard my father ’s voice. “Hello, my lovely children.” He walked into the room with a smile. “Daddy!” Jules jumped up from the couch and gave him a hug. “Dad.” I held up my glass. “Son.” He nodded. “Hello, Carter. And who is this lovely young lady?” he asked as he walked over to Emily and held out his hand. “That’s Emily. She’s a friend of mine,” I spoke. “Just a friend?” His brow arched. “Yes, Dad, just a friend. What are you doing here?” I asked as I was feeling uncomfortable being in the same room with the two of them. My mother got up from the couch and walked over to him. “Your mother and I have something to tell you,” my father spoke as he cleared his throat. “We’re seeing each other again and she’s the reason and, of course, the two of you,” he pointed to me and Jules, “I moved back to New York.” The scotch I was in the middle of drinking flew out of my mouth. “WHAT?!” “WHAT?!” Jules exclaimed. “What the hell?” I set my glass down. “When did this happen?”

“Your father and I have been secretly talking and seeing each other for about six months.” “Six months!” Jules shouted. “You have got to be kidding me.” I stood up from the couch. “What?” My father held out his hands. “Aren’t you happy that your parents are reconciling?” “Oh my God! I can’t believe this.” I picked up my glass and threw back the rest of my scotch. “Is that why you both are divorcing your spouses? What the hell is the matter with you? You two hate each other.” “Now, Jackson. That is simply not true,” my mother spoke. “The hell it isn’t! The two of you had made our lives a living hell since you first got divorced. Shuffling us between houses, the name-calling, the fights, the stepmothers and stepfathers throughout the years. And now, after all of that, you decide to get back together?” “Mom, Dad, I’m not so sure about this,” Jules spoke up. “Your mother and I are putting everything in the past and moving forward. We’ve reconnected and I realized that she’s the love of my life.” “And he’s the love of mine.” My mother smiled. I stood there, unable to move as the air in the room started to suffocate me. “You,” I pointed to both of them, “have ruined us!” I yelled. “Ruined you?” My father ’s brow raised. “You’re the CEO of a company I built from the ground up and you’re doing a damn good job and your sister is a doctor. I don’t think we ruined you, son.” “The fuck you didn’t!” “Watch your mouth, boy,” he sternly spoke. “I will not watch my mouth because it’s the goddamn truth. Did you know that Jules had to think about whether or not to accept Carter ’s proposal because of how we grew up? And as for me, I would never think about getting into a relationship with someone because of all the bad examples you set for me over the years. You taught me that relationships don’t last and they cause nothing but heartache. Why do you think I don’t bring anyone around? Why I’m not married?” “To be honest, your mother and I thought maybe you were gay.” I clenched my fists and took in a deep breath. “I am not gay! I don’t get involved in anything long

term because of you!” I shouted. “Well, I see Emily is still around,” my mother spoke. “Because we both signed a contract! We aren’t in a relationship. We’re companions without all the bullshit and problems relationships cause.” “A what?” my father asked. “Never mind. I can’t do this. Enough is enough. I’ve stood by you,” I pointed to my mother, “through four husbands. And I’ve stood by you,” I pointed to my father, “through five wives, and now you come in here and tell us you’re getting back together like it’s no big deal? Have a nice life. I don’t want any part of it. Emily, Jules, Carter, let’s go.” I headed towards the door. “No, Jackson. I think we should stay,” Jules spoke. “Then go ahead and stay, but I’m not. I’ll have Edward wait here with the car and when you’re ready to leave, he’ll take you home. Emily, let’s go.” I stepped outside and instructed Edward to wait for Jules and Carter while I hailed Emily and me a cab. As soon as one pulled up, we climbed in and I took in a deep breath to try and calm down. “I’m not going to ask if you’re okay because clearly you’re not,” Emily spoke. “I’m sorry you had to witness that.” “Don’t be.” She placed her hand on my shoulder. “Are we calling it a night?” “I just want to go home. Will you stay?” I asked. “Of course I will.” She smiled as she laid her head on my shoulder.

Chapter 35 Emily One Month later My feelings for Jackson hit an all-time high and it was growing more difficult not to tell him that I loved him. Gregory and I had met after my conversation with Crystal and we were slowly building our relationship as father and daughter. His wife, Stella, was shocked to say the least, but she welcomed me with open arms. As for Jackson, he was still on the outs with his parents. My shop was thriving and I was a girl who should have been on cloud nine, right? But I wasn’t because I wanted more from Jackson than just a companionship. Even though it felt like we were in a real relationship, we weren’t, and I was growing frustrated. We slept together four nights a week, and the three nights he wasn’t with me, I would toss and turn. Katie and Evelyn told me that I should slowly start to make my feelings known. But I was afraid, because even though I no longer bashed relationships, he still did. After finding out about my mother and why she was the way she was, I let go of everything she told me. I no longer guarded my heart and I no longer wanted to play it safe. I wanted to be someone’s girlfriend; Jackson’s girlfriend. A friend of Jackson’s was getting married and he was invited to the wedding. I had just slipped on my heels when he walked into my apartment. “Look at you.” He whistled. “You look incredible. I may have trouble keeping my hands off you tonight.” He wrapped one arm around my waist and kissed my lips. “You’re looking quite sexy in that tuxedo.” I straightened his bowtie. We arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel where the ceremony was about to begin. Jackson wanted to skip it, but since the reception was immediately following, I told him we should go. We were seated near the back and stood as the bridesmaids and then the bride walked down the aisle. “She looks beautiful. What a gorgeous wedding dress,” I whispered. “Waste of money, if you ask me. To spend all that money and only wear it a few hours.” “Look who’s talking, Mr. Designer Tux.” “That’s different. I wear this tux all the time. That dress is only worn once.” I stopped the conversation because the minister was about to speak. After the ceremony, we headed into the ballroom for the reception.

“That was a very nice ceremony. Wouldn’t you agree?” I asked as my arm was wrapped around his. He glanced over at me with a raised brow. “They just vowed their death sentence.” Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “What the hell has gotten into you?” he asked as we made our way to the bar for a drink. “Nothing. I just thought it was nice.” “You hate weddings as much as I do.” I shrugged and didn’t say a word. I could already tell these subtle little hints were not going to go over well with him. The groom was one of Jackson’s clients and we were seated at a table where he knew everyone. As the round of introductions began, I was the friend who tagged along. “You look so familiar to me,” the brown-eyed brunette sitting on the other side of me spoke. “Perhaps you’ve been in my shop. Emily’s Edge.” “Oh my gosh. That cute little shop over on East 9th?” “Yes.” I smiled. “I’ve been in there a few times and I absolutely adore it.” “Have you been in since we expanded?” “No. I don’t think so. Are you carrying more designers?” she asked. “Yes. A few more, and we now have an espresso bar.” “Wow. How fun. I will definitely be stopping by.” She smiled. As dinner was being served, the bride and groom made their way to the tables to greet their guests. Jackson introduced me as the “friend” and had a light conversation with them before they made their way to the next table. “They seem so happy.” I smiled as I stuck my fork into my salad. “For today and maybe the next week,” Jackson replied as he glared at me. “Who knows? Maybe they found true love and will be together forever.” “Who are you and what have you done with Emily?”

I let out a light laugh. “I’m still here.” “Could have fooled me,” he spoke with a serious tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Ever since we got here, you’ve done nothing but say positive things about something you are so strongly against.” I shrugged my left shoulder. “Maybe I was wrong.” “Wrong? Just all of a sudden?” The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach caused me to put my fork down. I had to be careful because I could sense a huge fight brewing. “I don’t know, Jackson. This couple just seems different.” “They aren’t any different than anyone else.” Grabbing my fork, I picked at my food, eating just enough so he wouldn’t question me. I wanted to tell him that maybe we were wrong and that we were just basing our decisions on how other people influenced us. But he wasn’t ready to hear it and I wasn’t ready to lose him. I had already broken rule number nine. After the bride and groom shared their first dance together as husband and wife, the DJ played a slow song and Jackson took hold of my hand. “May I have this dance, Madame?” He grinned. “Of course.” He led me to the dance floor and, in a flash, I was swept up in his arms, our bodies lightly touching. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing’s wrong? Why?” “You seem quiet and like something is bothering you.” “I’m just tired, I guess.” “Are you sure nothing is bothering you?” “Nothing is bothering me.” I lightly smiled as I reached up and brushed my lips against his.

**** I lay on my stomach with his dark gray-colored sheet covering only my lower half. His arm draped around me and the soft whispers of his breath soothed me as he slept. My attempts to try and convince him that maybe relationships weren’t so bad after all was a total fail. His attitude towards me was different while I was dropping subtle hints. It was an attitude of dismay and disappointment. Once I stopped, his attitude went back to the carefree, fun, sexy man who fucked me twice last night because as he said once wasn’t enough. I turned my head and faced him. His eyes were closed as his cheek was pressed comfortably against the oversized fluffy pillow. I couldn’t help but let a small smile cross my lips as I stared at the man I had uncontrollably fallen for. His eyes slowly opened and stared into mine. “Good morning.” His hand moved up and down my back. “How long have you been staring at me?” “Good morning. Just a few moments.” “May I ask why?” A grin crossed his face. “Why not? You’re sexy. Especially in the morning with your messy hair.” I brought my hand up to his head. “Plus, I love waking up next to you. It makes me incredibly happy.” The look in his eyes changed instantly. Almost as if they went blank. He kissed the tip of my nose and climbed out of bed. “How about some breakfast?” “Sure,” I put on a fake smile as I stayed in bed for a few more moments while he left the bedroom. I didn’t understand the sudden urge to get out of bed. Usually, we’d have sex before either one of us stepped one foot on the floor. Today was different. He seemed different. Maybe it was his issue with his parents that still weighed heavily on his mind. Climbing out of bed, I slipped my robe on and headed down to the kitchen, where I saw him making scrambled eggs. “I hope scrambled is okay. I tend to fuck up the eggs any other way.” “Scrambled is fine.” “Coffee is ready.” He nodded over to the coffee maker. After pouring two cups of coffee, I took them over to the table while Jackson plated the eggs and toast.

“There’s some fresh cut-up fruit in the refrigerator if you want,” he spoke. “Thanks.” Walking over to the fridge, I pulled out the plastic container and took it over to the table. I was feeling uneasy because something with him was off. “Listen, Emily. I don’t know how to say this.” The feeling I got in the pit of my stomach was unsettling. “Say what?” I asked. “I know we were supposed to spend the day together today, but I have to go into the office and prepare for a huge presentation tomorrow for a failing casino I want to invest in. I didn’t realize it was tomorrow until I was looking at my calendar last night. I thought it was next week.” “Oh. Okay. I understand.” But I didn’t. Why didn’t he tell me this last night? Why wait until this morning to spring it on me? Maybe I wouldn’t have come back to his place after the wedding and just went home. “Are you sure you understand?” he asked. “Of course.” I made a face at him for even questioning me. “Why would you think I wouldn’t?” “I don’t know.” He finished off his eggs and took his plate to the sink. He walked over to me and kissed the top of my head. “I have to go shower.” “Okay. I’m just going to get going,” I spoke as I stood up from my seat. “You don’t have to. I can drive you home.” “It’s fine. I’ll catch a cab. Plus, I want to stop at the shop on the way home.” “But you’re closed today.” “Doesn’t matter. I still have some work to do. Just like you do. You know the work never stops when you’re your own boss.” “True.” He smiled. He went back upstairs and I cleaned up the kitchen before I headed up, changed and attempted to get the hell out. I hurried and threw on my jeans and a crème-colored sweater. I didn’t care that I still had on last night’s makeup and my hair was a mess.

“I’m leaving,” I shouted so he could hear me from the shower. “Can you wait until I’m finished?” he shouted back. “No. I just want to do what I have to do and get home,” I lied. “Okay. I’ll be in touch.” “Yeah. Okay.” I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my purse and my bag and headed towards the elevator.

Chapter 36 Jackson She really made me angry that she couldn’t even wait until I got out of the shower. She was mad. I could tell. Even though she said she understood, I knew she didn’t. She was different last night. But it wasn’t only last night. It had been over the course of a couple of weeks. Between her acting strange and the debacle with my parents, I just needed some time to myself. I wasn’t lying about the presentation tomorrow, and I did have some work to do. Work that could have been done in the morning, but I—I didn’t know. I just wanted to be by myself. As I was sitting at my desk, enjoying the peace and quiet, my phone rang and Jules was calling. “Hello,” I answered. “Hey, Jackson. Are you and Emily home?” “No. I’m not seeing Emily today and I’m at the office.” “Oh. I just got off my shift and I was going to stop by for a visit.” “My office is closer to the hospital. Come by here.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt your work.” “You wouldn’t be interrupting. I’ll see you when you get here. Did you eat?” I asked. “Not yet.” “I’ll place a carry-out order from that Thai place next door. You want the usual?” “Yeah, and order a spring roll.” “Alright. I’ll see you soon.” I placed the order for delivery and turned back to my computer to plug in the final numbers for tomorrow. “Knock knock.” Jules lightly tapped on the doorframe before stepping into my office. “Come on in.” I smiled. She sank into the chair across my desk and let out a big yawn. “Tough night?”

“Car accidents galore. Two overdoses. A gunshot victim. A wife who had been stabbed by her psycho husband and, are you ready for this one?” I chuckled. “Do I want to know?” “A guy was rushed in because he broke his penis during a threesome with two women he had just met.” “Lucky guy with the women. Sucks he broke his penis.” I laughed. “So yeah. Tough night.” The delivery boy stood in the doorway holding the plastic bag with our food in it. “I’m sorry. Did you say some guy broke his penis?” he nervously asked as he stepped inside. “Yes.” Jules turned around. “During a threesome.” “Wow. I didn’t know that was possible.” “It is. I see it more times than I want to.” Jules smiled. “So, let this be a lesson to you. Have sex with only one woman at a time and if you’re going to be rough, do it cautiously.” I laughed as I reached into my pocket and handed him some cash. “Thanks. I will. Especially now. Umm. Have a good day.” I took the food over to the table and Jules followed. “I thought you and Emily were doing something today?” “I had to cancel. I had some work to do,” I spoke as I took the containers from the bag. “Hmm. What’s wrong?” she asked. “Nothing is wrong.” “Bullshit, Jackson. You’re my twin. When something’s bothering you, it bothers me. What’s going on?” There wasn’t one single thing I could hide from my sister, and sometimes it drove me crazy. She knew just by the slightest change in my facial expression or the subtle change in my voice, something wasn’t right. “I think Emily is changing her views on relationships.” “What do you mean?” She frowned.

“She’s been acting strange the past couple of weeks and, last night, we were at a wedding. She kept saying things like how beautiful the bride was and how happy the couple seemed. Then she said that maybe they found true love and they’d make it.” “And why is that such a bad thing?” “Because it’s not who she is. It’s like all of a sudden she jumped on the relationship train and is all for them. It bothers me.” “Why? Are you scared she’s going to want more from you than what your contract states?” Her brow arched. “I don’t know. I hope not. I’m still the same person I always have been and I still have the same beliefs.” “I changed my beliefs and I think you might too.” “You’re wrong.” “Am I, Jackson?” “Yes, Jules. You are. I’m not in love with her if that’s what you’re hinting at. Sure, I love to spend time with her. We have fun together, and the sex is out of this world. But that’s as far as it goes. I like things with Emily just the way they are or were.” “But you just said she’s changing and it’s bothering you.” “It is bothering me because I just feel like she’s not the same woman I entered into the contract with.” “Fuck the contract. Emily is the same person. She had an epiphany, Jackson. She now has a father that she never knew about and she’s starting to question everything because what she was taught and told was by a woman with a broken heart. I have never seen you as happy as you are when you’re with her.” “Yeah, I’m happy because I know there won’t be any bullshit, pressure, or commitment. We had a deal.” “Well, your deal sucks ass and you need to take a step back and reevaluate your life. I did. Why do you think I said yes to Carter ’s proposal? Do you know how scared I was when he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him? Any normal girl would have been giddy with excitement, but not me. I was shaking with fear. All I saw was a future of everything that could go wrong, instead of seeing the beauty of what he’s already brought into my life. We can’t live in fear of the future.”

“And that makes me happy for you, Jules. But I’m not changing my mind and no one can make me. I stand by how I feel and that’s one commitment I’m not about to break.” She took in a long, deep breath. “Then prepare yourself, Jackson, because the road to hell is always paved with good intentions. Thanks for lunch. I need to go home and get some sleep.” ****

Emily I stepped inside the shop and locked the door behind me. Turning on the lights, I stood and stared at everything I had accomplished. I stared at the dream that I’d always wanted. Walking over to the espresso bar, I made myself an espresso and leaned over the cosmic gray granite countertop and thought about Jackson. It saddened me. He saddened me with the way he abruptly canceled our time together today. I knew he felt I was more than just a companion. I could feel it in his kiss, his touch, and the way he made love to me. Maybe if I just stuck to our negotiation, he’d eventually see that I was more than a girl who agreed to a relationship contract. Did I regret doing it? Not at all. At that time, it was the perfect thing for me; a time when I held the same beliefs as he until my world fell off its axis and changed everything. But his world was still the same, or maybe even worse since the announcement came forth about his parents reconciling. Now he truly believed that relationships were as fucked up as they could get and I didn’t blame him. I was thinking too much about him, just like my mother probably did with my father. Hence the reason we had frequent conversations about independence and having control over our own emotional state. But she had years of practice for that. This was something new to me and I was still learning how to deal with it.

Chapter 37 Emily Two Weeks Later As I was changing the clothes on one of the mannequins, Evelyn walked into the shop with a wide grin across her face. “Good morning, my beautiful friend.” She kissed my cheek. “Good morning.” I smiled. “Who put some happy pills in your coffee this morning?” “I’m just high on life.” She twirled around. “Okay. What’s going on?” “Dylan and I are moving in together!” she screeched. “That’s wonderful. Your place or his?” “Actually, both of our leases are up, so we’re going apartment hunting today.” “You two should look at my building.” “I already thought about that, but there aren’t any two-bedrooms available right now.” She pouted. “You’ll find something. I’m so happy for you.” I gave her a hug. “How are things with Jackson?” she asked. “Things are good.” I smiled. “And you’re happy?” “I am. After doing some thinking and self-reflecting, I realized that my life is almost perfect. I have this amazing business that is doing so well, I have great friends, and I have Jackson. What more could a girl ask for? Why try to fix what isn’t broken? Right?” “Right.” She narrowed her eye at me. “Listen, I just dropped by to tell you the news. I have to go. I’m supposed to meet Carter in fifteen minutes. I’ll call you later.” “Have fun apartment hunting.” “Thanks.” She turned and smiled as she walked out of the shop.

The truth was that I wasn’t about to risk my relationship with Jackson because I wanted more from him. Everything in my life was going so well and there was no need to compromise it. Since I stopped dropping subtle hints, Jackson seemed back to his old self. The past two weeks had been wonderful and I wanted to keep it that way. Just as I was getting ready to leave the shop to go home and change for dinner, Jackson’s mother walked in. “Hello, Emily.” “Hi, Gwen.” I smiled. “Welcome to my shop.” “It’s very cute. I will admit I have never been in here.” “That’s fine. This store isn’t for everyone. What brings you by?” “I was hoping to have a little chat with you.” “Sure. Would you like a cup of coffee?” I asked as I led her over to the espresso bar. “That would nice. Thank you.” “Jen, two coffees, please.” “Coming right up, Emily.” “Please, have a seat.” I waved my hand to the small round table. “What did you want to chat about?” “My son.” “Oh,” I spoke with surprise. “I would like you to do me a favor and please try to talk some sense into him.” “About?” “His father and me. His sister can’t seem to do it, and since the two of you are close and have this weird relationship, I figured I’d come to you.” “I don’t know, Gwen. It’s none of my business.” “But it is, Emily. As long as this is affecting him, it’s affecting you.” She reached across the table and placed her hand on mine. “Please. I know it’s asking a lot, but we want our son back. His father and I have found our way back to each other and we want our family to be whole again.” Wow. She really knew how to pull at the heartstrings. There was no way Jackson was going to listen to me, but for Gwen’s sake, it was worth a shot.

“We’re having dinner tonight. I’ll see what I can do.” “Thank you.” She gave my hand a squeeze. **** After Jackson and I had a wonderful dinner at Daniel, we headed back to my place for the night since the last two nights were spent at his. As we walked through the door, I took off my heels and carried them to the bedroom while Jackson followed behind and took off his suitcoat. “Have you by any chance talked to your mom?” I asked. “No. Why?” “Just wondering if you maybe settled things with them yet.” “If I had, I would have told you.” I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and poured some makeup remover on it. “Why are you bringing up my parents?” “Your mom came into the shop today. She asked how you were doing.” “Did she come in to shop or specifically to see you?” “To see me.” “Interesting.” He walked into the bathroom. “She asked me to talk to you since we have this weird relationship thing going on.” “Did she say ‘weird’?” He stood there with his arms folded as I finished taking off my makeup. “Yes.” I smiled at him through the mirror. “Well, I’m just going to stop you right there.” His tone was harsh. “I’m not interested in hearing what you have to say because, frankly, Emily, it’s none of your business and my mother should not have come to you.” I was in the middle of rinsing my face and I froze over the sink. Anger and hurt crept up inside me at hearing those words come from his mouth. I grabbed a towel and dried my face. “Why do you have to be so rude?” The words just fell out of my mouth. “How am I being rude?” he asked as I walked past him. “Telling me that it’s none of my business. This whole thing with your parents is affecting you,

which in turn affects me.” “Why the hell would it affect you? It has nothing to do with you. How I feel about the situation is nobody’s business but my own.” I turned and looked at him as an expression of shock stumbled across my face. “Who are you and what have you done with Jackson?” I cocked my head. “I’m here. This is me.” He held out his hands and spoke with a cocky attitude. A showdown was emerging and I knew it wasn’t going to end pretty. I refused to let him get away with speaking to me that way. “You know what, Jackson?” I walked over to him and pushed my finger into his chest. “You have everything you want out of life. You have two parents who love you, a successful business, more money than you know what to do with, and this fucked up relationship thing we’re in. You have it all and you take so much for granted that it makes me sick! You’re so consumed about how you feel that you don’t give a damn to stop and think about other people’s feelings.” He inhaled a sharp breath as his nostrils flared. I had just pushed his anger level to the limit and he was about to explode. “You want to know why I’m so worried about my feelings?” he shouted so loud that the tone of his voice made me flinch. “Because I’m the only fucking person who does! Did my parents ever once stop to think about my and Jules’ feelings growing up? Did they ever once ask how we were or how we felt? NO! They just hopped from one relationship to another without giving a damn about our feelings, and now they think they can just get back together after all these years and undo the damage? And another thing.” He pointed his finger at me. “You agreed to this fucked-up relationship thing! It’s what we both negotiated and wanted, not just me, but you too. And now all of a sudden, it’s fucked up in your eyes? Why is that, Emily?” he shouted. He knew. He knew and he wanted to hear me say it. I stood there, shaking in my skin, scared to death of the next words that would come from my mouth. The words that could potentially end our relationship. The more he yelled, the more I was losing control over my emotional state. “Answer my question!” he yelled. I lunged at him and placed my hands on his chest, pushing him back. “You want to know why? Because I fucking fell in love with you! I’ve been in love with you and I want more. I don’t want a damn contract. I just want you.” Tears filled my eyes.

He stood there, tall and in complete control as he stared at me for a moment. A moment in which I was sure that he was going to tell me that he loved me too. “You weren’t supposed to fall in love, Emily. You broke rule number nine,” he spoke in a calm tone. “And you know what that means.” “Are you serious?” I narrowed my teary eyes at him. “You can just walk away after everything we’ve been through and done together?” “I can and I will. We had an agreement and this just complicates things now.” “Complicates things? How? You don’t feel anything for me?” “I love you as a friend and nothing more. We had a good thing, and if you only would have stuck to the rules, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” He stabbed me in the heart and twisted the knife slowly, causing an unbearable pain that almost sent me to my knees. “I’m sorry things had to end this way,” he spoke in a serious tone. I couldn’t even look at him because if I did, I would go for his throat. I was that unstable at the moment. “Get out,” I whispered in a low voice. He grabbed his suitcoat from the chair in my bedroom, and as he walked out, he spoke, “You shouldn’t have broken the rules.”

Chapter 38 Jackson I swallowed hard as I left her apartment and shut the door behind me. She’d get over it. She’d get over me in time. This was what was best for the both of us. The hurt now would be much easier to deal with than down the road. I walked a few blocks, pushing all thoughts of her out of my head. The pain on her face, the hurt in her eyes, and the sadness that overtook her. Walking into a dive bar, I took a seat on the stool and ordered a double scotch. I threw it back and ordered two more doubles, with the hope that the alcohol would make the pain stop. I cared for her. I really did. More than I wanted to admit. I told Samuel that I could walk away and, being a man of my word, I did. She left me with no choice. I stumbled out of the elevator and tripped up the stairs as I made my way to the bedroom. Taking off my suitcoat, I threw it on the floor before falling onto the bed. The alcohol I had consumed won and put me into a sound sleep, something I needed to forget about her and what happened tonight. ****

Emily As soon as I heard the door shut, I fell to my knees and cupped my face in my hands, letting out the hardest cry I’d ever had. He only loved me as a friend and hearing those words hurt me more than anything I had ever experienced in my life, even the death of my mother. Don’t get me wrong; the pain I felt after she was gone was unbearable, but I was prepared. She had been sick for months and the doctors couldn’t do anything else for her. The cancer had spread too much and too fast. We talked about her death a lot and made preparations for it. It didn’t make it any easier, but at least I wasn’t caught off guard. With him, I was. I was certain he had more than just friendly feelings for me. I would say he was lying, but his tone was so serious and a tear never filled his eye. He stared at me as if he was some kind of robot. I fell to my side on the floor and tucked myself into a fetal position while the tears freely flowed down my face. Was this how my mother felt when she found out that Gregory wasn’t coming back? Was it this pain and anguish that pushed her to become so bitter about relationships? I understood it now and I never should have let my guard down. If I hadn’t, he’d still be here and we’d be having sex like we always did. I’d wake up in his arms and we’d kiss each other goodbye before heading to work. Now, all of that was gone and I was left here all alone to deal with the destruction of my emotional

state by myself. I felt sick to my stomach, so I dragged myself into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet while the vomit rose in my throat. After wiping my mouth, I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed, bringing my knees to my chest and curling into a ball. I’d thought about calling Katie and Evelyn, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I wasn’t ready to relive the events of tonight and how Jackson just walked out of my life because I let myself fall in love with him. ****

Jackson Slowly opening my eyes, I placed my hand on my aching head. Several groans escaped me as I rolled over and felt the empty spot beside me. She wasn’t here and, for a brief moment, I had forgotten. Thoughts of her and last night crept inside my head. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I had two missed calls and several text messages from Jules. “Dad had a mild heart attack and he’s in the hospital. Get here as soon as you can.” “Jackson, where the fuck are you?” “Why aren’t you answering your phone? I tried to call Emily, but it went straight to voicemail.” “If this is your way of punishing Mom and Dad, you suck and I’m so pissed at you right now.” I quickly sat up and dialed her number. After a few rings, it went to voicemail. “Jules, I’m sorry. I had a rough night and I was passed out. I’m on my way, but I need details. Is he okay? What room is he in?” I reeked of alcohol, but I didn’t care. I didn’t have time to shower. After I put on some clothes and brushed my teeth, Jules called. “Hello.” “He’s fine and he’s in room 4012.” Her tone was cold and flat. “Jules, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear my phone.” “Just get here as soon as you can.” She was mad and I didn’t blame her. They needed me last night and I failed them because I was in a drunken state over a woman whose heart I broke. While Edward drove me to the hospital, I called my secretary to let her know that I wasn’t coming in until later. When I walked into room 4012, my dad was sleeping and my mother was at his side, holding his hand.

“It’s about time you got here,” she spoke in a stern voice without looking at me. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t hear my phone.” “Were you with her?” she asked. “No. I was in a bar getting drunk and then went home and passed out.” She turned her head and her eyes met mine. “Are you okay?” she asked. “I don’t know. How is he?” “He’s doing better now. He will be going in for bypass surgery in a couple of hours.” “Is he going to be okay?” I placed my hand on her shoulder. “Do you really care?” “Mom. Don’t. Of course I care.” She brought her hand up to mine and gently squeezed it. “He’s going to be okay.” I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on his arm. Thoughts of how he could have died plagued me. “Well, look who decided to show up,” Jules spoke as she walked into the room. “Not now, Jules.” “Step outside in the hall for a moment. I need a word with you.” Rolling my eyes and letting out a sigh, I followed her out to the hallway. “What the fuck, Jackson? We needed you here last night. Mom needed you here last night.” “I said I was sorry. I didn’t hear my phone,” I spoke through gritted teeth. “What happened? And by the way, you reek of alcohol.” Running my hand through my hair, I leaned against the wall. “Emily and I won’t be seeing each other anymore.” “Why?” she asked as she placed her hands on her hips. “We just aren’t and I don’t want to get into it right now. Just not right now, Jules. Please.”

“Fine.” She wrapped her arms around me. “Just tell me one thing. Are you okay?” “I’m okay.” I’d spent the day with my mom in the waiting room while my dad was in surgery and Jules was back in the ER finishing her shift. She and Carter both came up to check on things in between patients.

Chapter 39 Emily It had been a long week and I kept myself busy by burying myself in my work. Working twelve-to fourteen-hour days just to keep my mind off of Jackson. Evelyn and Katie tried to get me to go out with them, but I didn’t feel like it. All I wanted to do was work and go home and sleep. I missed him so much and this adjustment without seeing him was incredibly hard. My first heartbreak ever, and believe me when I tell you, I don’t ever want to experience it again. I now saw why my mother went to great lengths to protect her heart after Gregory. “Hey, Emily,” Katie spoke as she stuck her head in the backroom. “Jules is here to see you.” “Thanks. Tell her I’ll be out in a second.” She was the last person I wanted to see right now. Even though we were friends, she was a reminder of him. I wasn’t sure what he told her, if he said anything at all. Getting up from my chair, I walked out of the back and saw her standing by the jewelry display. “Hey, Jules.” I forced a smile. “Hi, Emily.” She hugged me tight. “How are you?” “I’m okay. How are you?” “I’m good.” “Are you doing some shopping?” I asked. “I’m on my lunch break and I thought I’d drop by to see you. It’s been a while.” “Yeah. It has.” I looked down. “Why don’t we head down to the deli and grab a little something to eat?” “I’m not hungry, but I’ll go with you.” As soon as we stepped out of the shop, she wrapped her arm around mine. “What happened between you and Jackson?” “He didn’t mention it?” I asked. “Not really. He just said that the two of you wouldn’t be seeing each other anymore and he didn’t

want to talk about it.” “I broke rule number nine,” I spoke as I stared straight ahead. “And rule number nine was what?” “A simple one, really. I fell in love with him.” “Oh, Emily. Of course you did. Even though he doesn’t deserve your love.” We walked inside the deli and took a seat at one of the tables next to the window. “I told him and his response was that he loved me as a friend and nothing more.” “Asshole.” She frowned. “I broke one of the rules and now I am paying the consequences for it. It’s my fault. I never should have signed that contract. Now that I think about it, I was so stupid.” “No you weren’t. You did what you thought was right at the time because your beliefs were different. I get that.” “I never planned on telling him that I loved him, but we started arguing and he said some things that really hurt me, so I just told him.” After the waitress stopped by our table and Jules placed her order, she reached across the table and grabbed hold of my hands. “And you should have told him. You had every right. What if something happened to him before you got the chance to tell him?” A feeling of nausea hit me the moment the waitress set down Jules’ corned beef sandwich in front of her. “Are you okay?” she asked. “All of a sudden, you look really pale.” “I feel really sick to my stomach. Excuse me for a moment.” I got up and ran to the bathroom. I knew it was nerves, for it had been happening all week. Hence the reason I’d barely eaten. When I got back to the table, Jules looked at me strangely. “Were you sick?” she asked with concern. “Yeah. It’s been happening all week. It’s just nerves. I’ll be okay.” “Are you sure that’s what it is? I am a doctor. I can check you out.”

“I’m fine, Jules. Trust me. This whole thing with Jackson has me all messed up. Please promise me you won’t tell him.” “I won’t. But if it persists, I want you to come see me.” “I will.” After lunch, Jules went back to the hospital and I went back to the shop. ****

Jackson My father was released from the hospital and he was doing well. Since he didn’t have a permanent place here in New York yet, my mother moved him in with her so she could help with his recovery. Seeing them together like this was strange and a bit unsettling to me. My father and I had a long talk and I apologized to both him and my mother for the way I behaved towards them. But I did make it very clear that if they decided that things weren’t going to work out again, I would not be around and I didn’t want to hear about it. I was sitting in my office one morning and Audrey, my secretary, walked in and placed some papers on my desk. The smell of her perfume caught me off guard. “Audrey, what kind of perfume are you wearing?” “Joe Malone.” She smiled. “My husband bought it for me for our anniversary.” “Do me a favor and please don’t wear it to the office.” “Oh. Okay. I’m sorry.” She looked at me strangely. “Did I just hear you tell Audrey not to wear that perfume?” Samuel asked as he stepped into my office. “Yeah.” “Isn’t that some form or harassment or something? I think it smells nice.” “It’s the same perfume Emily wears and I never liked it.” “You’re lying. You’re just trying to forget her.” “Maybe I am.” I leaned back in my chair and put my hands behind my head. “Is this worth it, man? You feeling this way when all you simply have to do is call her.” “It would be much harder down the road, Sam.”

“What you and Emily had was really good and don’t tell me it was because of that damn contract. You were happy when you were with her and now look at you. You’re miserable as all fuck.” “She broke the rules and she knew the consequences.” “Fuck the rules, Jackson. Like I said before, rules were made to be broken, whether you’re the great Jackson Caine or not.” “Are you finished?” I asked. “I have to get going.” “Yeah. I guess I am. Want to grab some dinner later?” “Maybe tomorrow. I need to go see my dad.” “I hate seeing you like this, bro. I’ve never seen you like this. What does that tell you?” He walked out of my office. I left the office for a meeting with a client who was interested in renting a space I owned over on East Twelfth Street. “Ms. Goodman?” “Yes. You must be Mr. Caine.” “I am.” I smiled as I extended my hand to her. “It’s nice to meet you.” “And you as well.” She smiled back. “Shall we have a look inside?” I stuck the key in the lock and opened the door. “May I ask what business you’re planning on opening?” “A cupcake shop.” She brightly smiled. “Ah. Those are nice.” “It’s always been a dream of mine and it’s what my husband would have wanted.” “Would have?” I asked. “He passed away about six months ago. We were married for ten wonderful years.” “I’m sorry for your loss.” “Thank you. My husband and I saved practically everything we earned to open a shop. Then he got sick and the medical bills started pouring in. He made me promise that I would use his life insurance money to open up my business.”

“He sounds like he was a great man.” “He was.” She smiled. “And I wouldn’t have traded the last ten years with him for anything. He was the love of my life and he made me very happy. I’m doing it as much for him as for me.” “It sounds like you had a wonderful marriage.” “It was. Don’t get me wrong, we did have our ups and downs like any couples does, but our love was strong enough to work through them. We never gave up on each other, and when he died, I felt like a piece of me died with him. I’m a forty-year-old widow and I’m starting over, putting all my focus into our dream.” I gave her a smile as she continued to look around. “This is perfect. You said the rent was five thousand a month?” “I was mistaken. It’s thirty-five hundred.” After setting up a meeting to sign the lease agreement later in the week, she left and I stayed back to turn off the lights and lock up. As I approached the door and was just about to walk out, I stopped when I saw Emily walk by. My heart starting pounding at the sight of her in her long black coat and black knit hat. She looked beautiful and an overwhelming sadness consumed me. More so than what I already felt. Was this feeling worth it? This misery that overtook me? No matter how hard I tried to fight it and get my life back to normal, it didn’t matter. Walking away from women had always been easy, but not with her. I figured a couple of days at the most and she’d be out of my mind, but she wasn’t. She had a hold on me that was too strong to fight. Something Ms. Goodman said stuck with me. How she wouldn’t trade the past ten years with her husband for anything. I wouldn’t have traded the past few months with Emily. What we had, what we shared, and the things we did were phenomenal. I hurt her in a way that I would never be able to forgive myself for. I was angry she broke the rules and I wanted to punish her for doing so. But I was only punishing myself because I did feel things I’d never felt before, and I knew it the whole time we were together, but I pushed it aside out of fear. Fear that things would change between us. I stepped outside the building and locked the door. Looking down the street, I saw she turned the corner, so I decided to follow her. Why? I had no idea. Seeing her again stirred up more than just feelings. It stirred up memories we had made, and a time that made me the happiest I’d ever been. I needed to reach out to her, but I was scared at what her reaction would be. Was she okay? Had she already forgotten about me and moved on, not giving what we had another thought? She was out of sight so I hailed a cab and, instead of going back to the office, I went home.

Chapter 40 Emily One Week Later I needed to get away for a few days and do some soul searching and self-reflecting. My life had been forever changed and I needed some time alone to think. Gregory and his wife had rented a place in Montauk for the week and invited me to join them. Despite the fact that fall had settled in and the temperatures were getting cooler, it would be a great place for me to escape for a few days and spend some time with my dad. It was eight o’clock p.m. when I threw my suitcase in the back of my rental car and started my journey. I got a late start because I needed to make sure everything was in order before I left. I wasn’t worried about the store because I knew Katie would look after things while I was gone. This trip was something I needed to do for my own sake and well-being. I needed to put my relationship and all thoughts of Jackson out of my head and begin healing my broken heart. When I returned, things would be different, and I needed to prepare for that. ****

Jackson It was nine o’clock in the evening and I was out for a late dinner with Samuel when my phone rang and I saw Jules was calling. “Hello.” “Jackson. I need you to get down to the ER as soon as possible. There’s been an accident,” she spoke in a panicked tone. “What kind of accident? Are Mom and Dad okay?” “It’s Emily. She’s been in a car accident and the paramedics are on their way in. I thought you would want to know.” “What?!” I shouted. “I’m on my way.” “What happened?” Samuel asked. “Emily’s been in a car accident and I need to get to the hospital.” I flew out of my chair.

“Go, man. Go. Don’t worry about the bill. I got it.” I raced outside the restaurant and climbed into the back of my limo. “Edward, we need to get to the hospital now! Emily’s been in an accident.” My heart was pounding and horrible thoughts were racing inside my head. Why the hell was she driving? Where was she going? I laid my head back on the seat and closed my eyes, taking in several deep breaths to calm the panic that had risen inside me. Edward pulled up to the curb of the ER, and I ran inside, stopping at the security desk. “Dr. Jules Caine. There’s been an accident and I’m her brother. She just called me.” The security guard opened the double doors and I saw Jules and Carter standing a few feet away with their arms folded. “Jules!” I ran towards her. “Where is she?” “They’ll be here in a minute.” “What the hell happened? How do you know it’s Emily?” “The paramedics found her license in her purse.” “Jules, they’re here,” Carter spoke as he ran down the hall. “Stay here!” Jules commanded. But I didn’t listen. I couldn’t. I had to see her. The paramedics quickly pushed her down the hallway and into the trauma room, where a team of nurses followed. I stood in the doorway and looked at her through all the chaos. Blood poured from her head. Her face was swollen and bruised as if she had been beaten, and a neck brace was secured around her neck. A sick feeling rose in the pit of my stomach and I began to shake. “She’s pregnant,” I heard Jules say to the team of doctors and nurses that were by her side. I nearly lost my breath when I heard her say that. “What?” I gasped. She looked at me and told me to leave the room. But I was frozen and it felt like my legs were paralyzed. “We’re losing her!” Carter yelled. “Get the crash cart!”

“Jackson, you can’t be in here.” Jules ran over to me and grabbed hold of my arm. Tears filled my eyes as I placed my hands firmly on my sister ’s shoulders and stared at her. “You have to save her, Jules. Don’t let her die! You have to save her.” “We’re doing everything we can. Lisa, get my brother out of here!” she yelled as she went back over to attend to Emily. I stood outside the room and watched through the window as they took the paddles and placed them on her chest. A tear ran down my cheek as I watched the monitor and held my breath waiting for some sign that she’d come back to me. After two shocks, the flat lines began to move up and down and my sister let out a sigh of relief as she placed her forehead on Emily’s and then walked out of the room and over to me. “We have her stabilized, but she does have some internal bleeding and her arm is broken. Carter is taking her up to surgery in a few moments.” “And the baby?” I looked at her. “I’m sorry, Jackson, but we couldn’t find a heartbeat.” I swallowed hard as my eyes wouldn’t stop filling with tears. “How did you know she was pregnant?” “She came to me because she was sick. She was going to tell you when she got back from Montauk.” “Is that where she was going?” “Yes.” “Why didn’t you tell me about the baby?” “Doctor-patient confidentiality. I couldn’t and you know that.” Carter pushed Emily out of the room, stopped, and looked at me. “Hang tight, Jackson. She’s in good hands,” he spoke. “Take care of her, Carter.” “I will.” I went up to the surgical waiting room, put some money into the coffee machine, and leaned my forehead against it while the coffee poured into the cup. I couldn’t believe this had happened to her. I

had planned on going to see her tomorrow to talk things out. I could no longer take her being out of my life and, now, she almost was forever. The thought sickened me to the point where I wanted to vomit. “Hey, man.” Lifting my head and looking over my shoulder, I saw Samuel standing there with his hands in his pockets. “How is she?” Grabbing the cup from the machine, I took a seat in the chair and he sat down next to me. “Carter is in surgery right now with her. She has some internal bleeding.” “I’m sorry, Jackson.” He placed his hand on my shoulder. I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my knees while I took a sip of coffee. “She was pregnant,” I spoke, staring straight ahead. “Was?” “They couldn’t find a heartbeat.” “Gee. I’m sorry. She didn’t tell you?” “She was going to when she got back from Montauk. I guess that’s where she was headed before the accident. Shit. I have a phone call to make.” I pulled out my phone, called Katie, and told her to call Emily’s father. In an instant, she was panicked and told me she was on her way. I sat there, in a daze, silently praying to God to let her be okay. A feeling of loss swept over me as I thought about our baby. A baby I didn’t even know about, and yet my heart ached for him.

Chapter 41 Jackson Jules, Samuel, Katie, Alex, Evelyn, and I all sat and waited for some word about Emily’s condition. “Jackson,” Carter spoke as he walked into the room and removed his scrub cap. “I stopped the bleeding and now she’s in recovery. She’ll be sleeping for a few more hours, but you can go in and see her if you’d like.” “So she’s going to be okay?” I asked. “As long as no other complications arise, she’ll be fine. She will be observed for the next twentyfour hours.” “Thank you, Carter.” “You’re welcome. She’s a fighter.” He smiled. “Come on; I’ll take you to her room.” I stood inside the doorway and stared at her for a moment before going to her bedside. Her head was wrapped in a white bandage, her arm in a cast, and the wires that stuck out of the hospital gown she was wearing were hooked up to machines that made a soft beeping noise. She looked fragile but at peace. Walking over to her bedside, I lightly took hold of her hand and took a seat in the chair that was next to the bed. Leaning over, I placed my head on her arm. “I’m here with you, Emily, and I’m never leaving your side again. We have so much to talk about and I have so much to say to you. I almost lost you tonight and that would have destroyed me because I never got to tell you that I love you and that I’m sorry for being such an asshole. I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me and never wanted to see me again, but at least I got the chance to tell you.” “She doesn’t hate you, Jackson,” Katie softly spoke as she walked into the room. “Did you know about the baby?” I asked her. “Yes. She just told me the other day and she was going to tell you after she got herself sorted out in Montauk. You have to believe that she wasn’t going to keep that from you.” “I’m going to make it up to her, you know.” I looked over at Katie. “I’m sure she’ll like that. She never stopped loving you.”

All of a sudden, Katie began to cry. I got up from my seat and wrapped my arms around her. “Shh.” “She could have died.” “I know. But she’s here and she’ll be fine and that’s what we need to focus on. Not the ‘could haves’ and the ‘what ifs.’” I held her for a few moments until she composed herself and then she walked over to Emily’s bedside and kissed her forehead. “I’m so happy you’re going to be okay,” she spoke. A few hours had passed and Emily still wasn’t awake. As my head was lying on her arm, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you go home and get some sleep?” Jules said. “I’ll call you when she wakes up.” “No. I want to be here. I’m not leaving her again.” “Can I get you anything?” “No. I’m fine.” “I’ll stop by in the morning.” She smiled as she kissed the top of my head and walked out of the room. I lay my head back down beside her and felt her fingers move underneath my hand. When I lifted my head, she opened her eyes and looked at me. “Jackson?” she whispered. “I’m here.” I smiled. “Where am I?” “You’re in the hospital. You were in a bad accident.” She placed her hands on her stomach. “The baby.” Tears filled my eyes as I looked into hers and saw nothing but fear. This was the moment I dreaded the most. “I’m sorry, Emily. The baby didn’t make it.”

“NO!” she cried as she turned her head away from me. I sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wrapped my arms around her, holding and comforting her the best I could while she sobbed until she fell asleep. ****

Emily I was in so much pain. Not only physically, but mentally as well. My body hurt from the accident and my heart and mind hurt at the loss of my baby. I couldn’t cope very well, so I fell asleep to try and escape the pain I felt. I opened my eyes to the sounds of voices in my room. “Good morning, Emily.” Carter smiled. “How are you feeling?” “Terrible.” “That’s to be expected. You’ve been through quite an ordeal. I’m just going to check your incision. I used glue to close it, so you don’t have to worry about scarring or getting it wet. It looks good.” He winked. Jules walked over to my side and held my hand. “You had us so worried.” Tears filled her eyes. “Sorry,” I whispered. “The baby.” “I know, sweetie, and I’m so sorry.” Carter and Jules left and Jackson sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m sorry I hurt you.” My head was filled with so many thoughts that I couldn’t sort them all out. All I could remember was the pain and heartache I felt when he walked out of my apartment that night and never looked back. I was also angry that it took something like this for him to see me. The tremendous amount of guilt I felt over the loss of our baby overwhelmed me and I didn’t make for very good company. I didn’t want anything from Jackson because I was past that point. I was going to tell him about the baby when I got back because he had the right to know. But I was also going to tell him that I was relinquishing him of all parental duties and that I’d be raising the baby alone, just like my mother did with me. And now, he was here, apologizing and doing everything possible to make me believe that he was sorry. But what he didn’t know was that my shattered heart was once again surrounded by a

protective wall so I would never experience that kind of pain again. ****

Jackson Emily wouldn’t respond to my apology and she was distant. I knew she was upset about the baby and I didn’t want to bring it up to her. But I wasn’t going to stop trying. I loved her and I was going to get her back no matter what it took. She was my life and I realized that and I would spend every single day letting her know whether she wanted me to or not. Emily Wade was going to be my girl. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not in a month. But we would be together as a couple in time.

Chapter 42 Emily I had spent a week in the hospital recovering, and each and every day, Jackson walked in with a smile on his face, a new bouquet of flowers, and a box of chocolates. He was irritating me. I was so wrapped up with the accident and the loss of the baby that it was all I could focus on. My dad and friends visited me every day, and Katie and Noelle assured me that the store was in good hands and that they were taking care of everything. I left the hospital with a cast on my arm and I wasn’t allowed to go back to work for at least another week. I still had to be careful with the injuries I had sustained. As soon as Jackson opened the door to my apartment, I looked around at the two suitcases that were sitting in the hallway. “What are those?” I asked. “Those are mine.” “Why are they here? In my apartment?” “Because I’m staying with you.” I let out a light laugh. “No you’re not.” “Yes I am. I wanted to take you back to my place, but I knew you’d be more comfortable in your own home, so I decided that I’m moving in until you’re one hundred percent better.” “You’re not in charge of me and you’re not my keeper.” “Actually, I am. I appointed myself, and your friends and father agreed.” I took in a sharp breath. All I wanted was to be alone. “I’m fine,” I spoke through gritted teeth. “No, Emily, you’re not. You heard what Carter and Jules said. You need total rest this next week to heal properly. End of discussion. I’m staying here and taking care of you and I don’t want to hear another word about it. Couch or bed?” “Couch. I’m sick of lying in a bed.” “I think the bed would be more comfortable for you,” he spoke. “I said the couch!” I yelled as I headed towards it.

“Okay. The couch it is.” “I don’t understand this, Jackson. We are not a couple. You are not responsible for me.” “Not yet we aren’t.” He winked. “Excuse me?” I shot him a look as I tried to get comfortable on the couch. “We will be, Emily.” “The hell we will. I no longer believe in relationships. You can thank yourself for that.” He sighed. “Yes, I know, and I’ve apologized a hundred times to you.” “Doesn’t matter. The damage is done. You walked out on me when I told you that I loved you, and guess what, Jackson? Time passed and I don’t love you anymore.” He rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. “You will, and you know why? Because I love you.” “Stop it!” “I love you, Emily.” “Stop it, Jackson!” “I love you.” I threw my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes. I didn’t have the strength to argue with him right now. ****

Jackson She fell asleep, which was good. She had a bad attitude and, hopefully, she’d be better when she woke up. She said she didn’t love me, but I knew she did. She was punishing me for walking out on her and I didn’t blame her one bit. I wasn’t worried. She fell in love with me once and she’d fall in love with me again. We were good together and I wasn’t stopping until we got back to the way we were. I took my suitcases into the bedroom and hung up my suits in her closet. Grabbing my laptop, I took it over to the loveseat across from the couch where Emily lay so I could do some work. About an hour had passed and there was a knock on the door. “Hello, Terrance. Thank you for coming.”

“Hello, Mr. Caine. My pleasure. How is Miss Wade feeling?” “She’s feeling a little bit angry.” “To be expected. She’s been through quite an ordeal,” he spoke as he headed into the kitchen to prepare dinner. “Jackson?” I heard Emily call. “I’m right here.” I walked over and took a seat on the edge of the couch. “I need a pain pill.” I gave her a small smile as I kissed her forehead. “Coming right up.” “Don’t do that again.” “Do what?” “Kiss my head.” “Would you rather I kissed you somewhere else?” I winked. She placed a pillow over her face and screamed into it. I couldn’t help but laugh as I went and got her a pain pill. As soon as dinner was ready, Emily got up from the couch and took a seat at the table. “Thank you, Terrance. This looks delicious. I’m so sick of hospital food,” she spoke as she smiled at him. “You’re welcome and I’m happy you’re okay.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ve also prepared lunch for tomorrow. It’s in the refrigerator.” “Thank you.” I placed my hand on his shoulder. Taking a seat next to Emily, I reached over her to grab the basket of rolls and she stabbed my hand with the fork. “Ouch. What was that for?” “It’s rude to reach over someone. You could have asked me to hand you the basket.” “I was afraid to talk to you. But I guess if I had, I wouldn’t have gotten stabbed with a fork.” I cocked my head and a small smile crossed her lips. There was so much I still had to say to her, but it wasn’t the right time. I tried to talk to her in the

hospital, but she wasn’t having any of it. We needed to talk about the baby. I wanted to let her know that she wasn’t the only one suffering. Plus, I wanted to know how the hell she got pregnant on the pill. After we ate, Emily went and sat on the couch while I cleaned up. “What about your job?” she asked. “I’ll work from here. It’s not a problem. Can I get you anything?” “No,” she replied. I grabbed a box of chocolates and took them over to her. “I bet you’d like one of these.” I grinned as I held the box in front of her. She looked at me with a narrowing eye and then down at the chocolates. “Maybe just one.” She took a truffle from the box.

Chapter 43 Emily I turned on the TV and glanced over at Jackson while he finished cleaning up from dinner. I looked at how sexy his arms were with his sleeves rolled up as he washed the dishes and put them away. The way his ass looked in his pants that were tailored to him perfectly and the way he told me he loved me even though I didn’t want to hear it. I was flipping through channels as Jackson sat down on the love seat and opened up his laptop. Even though I had this love/hate thing for him, I was happy he forced his way back into my life. I turned the TV off and stared at him as he typed away on his laptop, trying to find the words that I needed to say. “I was going to tell you about the baby when I came back. And I was also going to relieve you of your parental responsibilities and raise the baby on my own.” He stopped typing and looked up at me. “Why would you do that?” “Because you had no room in your life for me, let alone a baby, and I didn’t want to further complicate things for you.” His eyes burned into mine for a moment before he shut the lid to his laptop and walked over and sat down next to me. “I always had room in my life for you, Emily. I was just scared because I was afraid of losing you down the road if things didn’t work out. So I thought it would be easier to cut ties right then and there before we became more than what we already were.” He ran the back of his hand down my cheek. “The day of the accident, I had decided that I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t go on without you in my life. I felt empty and lost. I felt as though I didn’t have a reason to get out of bed anymore and I was going to come see you the next day to apologize and beg for another chance.” I gulped as tears filled my eyes. “I lost our baby because of me. If only I would have stayed put and not rented that car and got on that highway, our baby would still be inside me, and that is something I will live with for the rest of my life.” “Emily,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me. “It’s not your fault, sweetheart, and I

will not allow you to blame yourself.” He kissed my head and held me close. “I don’t want to love you, but I can’t help it.” The tears fell down my face. “Everything I did, said, and saw always came back to you.” “The same for me too. I even told my secretary she couldn’t wear her Joe Malone perfume to the office anymore.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I broke our embrace and saw the bright smile on his face. “I’m so sorry for everything,” he spoke. “And I promise you that I will spend eternity making it up to you. I’m begging for your forgiveness, Emily.” “You hurt me, Jackson. You hurt me so badly and even through it all, I never once stopped loving you. As much as I wanted to, you’re impossible not to love.” He placed his thumb on my chin. “So what do you say? Shall we give this relationship thing a try? No contract this time?” “And if I said no?” I smiled. “Then I’ll ask you again tomorrow and then the next day and the day after that. I’ll keep asking until you say yes, because you’re worth the fight, baby.” “Well, in that case, if you’re just going to be persistent about it, I guess I’ll just say yes now.” “Thank you.” He smiled as he brushed his lips against mine. “Oh, and by the way, I do have some rules if we’re going to do this.” “And what rules do you have?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Rule number 1: We see each other every single day, no matter what. In fact, the option to move in together will always be on the table. “Rule number 2: There will be plenty of romance. So expect flowers, jewelry, fancy dinners, and a few unexpected things from me. “Rule number 3: I expect you to blow up my phone every day with text messages and phone calls. Even if it’s just to say that you love me. “Rule number 4: Definitely falling in love. “Rule number 5: The titles of girlfriend and boyfriend will told to everyone. “Is there anything you would like to negotiate, Miss Wade?”

A smile crossed my lips. “No. They all sound absolutely perfect to me.” I pressed my forehead against his. “Good. Then it’s official. I’m in. How about you?” “I’m in too.” His lips softly pressed against mine as he laid me back and our kiss turned passionate while his hard cock pressed into my belly. After a few moments, he stopped and looked at me. “Do you want to?” “Yes. Very much.” I smiled. “Can we, though?” “I’m not sure.” I bit down on my bottom lip. “Hold on a second.” He held up his finger as he stood up and pulled out his phone. ****

Jackson “Jules, is it safe to have sex?” “What? With whom? You better be talking about Emily!” “Of course I am!” “Then it’s fine. But just don’t be rough and take it slow, Jackson. I mean slow!” “I will. Thanks. I’ll talk to you later.” I placed my phone on the coffee table and unbuttoned my shirt. “The doctor said it’s fine as long as we go slow.” I carefully picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. “Do you have condoms? I haven’t taken my pills since the accident. I’m going to have to start over.” “I don’t care. If it happens, it happens. I’m not worried about it.” I hovered over her, the sheet covering us as I slowly eased inside her. I was nervous because her body was still bruised from the accident. Her fingers dug into my ass, pushing me further in until I was buried deep inside her. I kissed her lips with passion but softened them all over her body. The last

thing I wanted to do was hurt her. “I love you, Emily.” “I love you too,” she whispered.

Chapter 44 Emily Six Months Later I made a full recovery and life was wonderful. I moved into Jackson’s penthouse about a month after the accident and we had never been happier. The shop was doing really well and I was ready to move forward with my online boutique. Jackson bought a warehouse where we made one area for storage and then we converted the rest of the space into offices and cubicles for the staff I hired to help run it. When launch day came, it was a huge success and went way beyond my expectations. I never did end up getting pregnant again, which was okay for the both of us. I started my pills regularly because Jackson and I talked about it and we both agreed that it was probably better that we waited, but if it happened, we’d be happy. Jules and Carter were in the midst of planning their wedding, which was going to take place in a couple of months. Alex proposed to Katie, and Dylan and Evelyn were on cloud nine with their relationship. Jackson’s parents ended up getting remarried as soon as both of their divorces were final, with a small reception just for the family. Jackson and I took a trip to Vegas so he could finalize the plans on the casino he bought. “What would you say if I asked you to marry me today?” he asked as he put on his tie. “What?” I laughed. “Let’s get married, Emily. Right now and right here in Vegas.” “Are you serious?” “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.” He pulled a box from his pocket and got down on one knee in front of me. “I love you so much and I don’t want to wait. I want you to become Mrs. Jackson Caine today.” “What about our friends and family?” “We’ll have a huge reception when we get back to New York.” “Let me see the ring first.” I smirked. He flipped open the lid and sitting inside was the most beautiful princess cut sparkling ring I had ever seen.

“Okay. You did good with the ring. I’ll marry you.” I smiled. He took the ring from the box and placed it on my finger. Standing up, he placed his hands on each side of my face and kissed my lips. “You won’t regret it.” He smiled. “I know I won’t. What do I wear?” I asked. He walked over to the closet by the door and pulled out a garment bag. “You will wear this.” He smiled as he unzipped it and took out a beautiful strapless, long white dress with an embellished waistline. “Jackson, it’s beautiful. You had this planned.” “I sure did and the dress is only the start. There are flowers waiting at the chapel and as soon as we’re married, there will be a private dinner waiting for us.” “We’re really doing this.” I smiled. “We’re really doing this.” His lips brushed against mine. “Now get dressed so we can get going.” Taking the dress from him, I went into the bedroom and changed into it. Excitement soared throughout my body at the thought of becoming Mrs. Jackson Caine tonight. As I stood and stared at myself in the mirror, it made me happy to be someone’s plus one and, the best part of it, I was still me. We climbed into the limo and headed to the chapel where Jackson arranged for us to be married. “Oh my God, I don’t have a ring for you!” “Don’t worry about it, Emily. It’s taken care of.” “How?” “Like I said, don’t worry about it.” His brow arched. When we reached the chapel and walked through the doors, I gasped and covered my mouth when I saw my father, Stella, Evelyn, Dylan, Katie, Alex, Jules, Carter, Samuel, and both of Jackson’s parents sitting in the chairs waiting for us. “Jackson.” My eyes filled with tears. “We’re still having a big reception back home.” He smiled. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to take my place.” My father walked over to me and held out his arm. “I’m ready to walk my daughter down the

aisle.” Katie ran up and handed me a beautiful bouquet of white roses and Jackson’s wedding ring. “I’m so happy for you!” She hugged me. The music started to play and my father walked me down the aisle and gave my hand to Jackson. Tears filled my eyes as we both said our vows and the minister pronounced us husband and wife. “I now introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Jackson Caine,” the minister spoke and everyone stood up and clapped for us. After the ceremony, we all went back to the Bellagio, where Jackson had arranged a private dinner for all of us. “That dress looks wonderful on you.” Evelyn smiled. “Oh my God. Did you—is this?” I cocked my head. “Yes. I designed and made it for you. And there’s another one for your wedding reception when you get back home.” I gave her a big hug and thanked her. “How long had Jackson been planning this?” I asked. “Two weeks.” She smiled. “He’s such a romantic.” I looked over at him as he was talking with Carter and Samuel. He smiled at me and winked, and at that moment, I fell more in love with him than I ever thought possible. ****

Jackson Mrs. Jackson Caine. Those words were music to my ears. I never thought I would find someone who could change my mind about marriage and relationships the way Emily did. But somehow, I knew that first moment I stepped into her shop and saw her, that she was destined to be mine, and that the best surprises in life are the things you weren’t looking for in the first place.

About The Author

Sandi Lynn is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who spends all of her days writing. She published her first novel, Forever Black, in February 2013 and hasn’t stopped writing since. Her addictions are shopping, going to the gym, romance novels, coffee, chocolate, margaritas, and giving readers an escape to another world. Please come connect with her at: www.facebook.com/Sandi.Lynn.Author www.twitter.com/SandilynnWriter www.authorsandilynn.com www.pinterest.com/sandilynnWriter www.instagram.com/sandilynnauthor https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6089757.Sandi_Lynn