Daisy's sleep was interrupted by the vibration of her phone, a call from Madison. She slipped out of the room and found her way to Brett's temporary study. "Hello, Maddie." "Daisy," Madison's vibrant voice echoed from the other end of the line. "Did I call too early? I'm so sorry." "Oh no, you did not. Is everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm kind of trying to confirm your presence at my birthday Monday evening." "Oh!" Daisy exclaimed, cursing under her breath. Regretting that she'd forgotten about Madison's birthday completely. "I... Maddie, can I give you a call back, say in an hour or two with a solid reply to your question?" "Sure." Madison said, after a brief silence. "Umm, it's going to be just you and two of my friends and their boyfriends. I'm really hoping you would come. I don't want to be the odd one amongst them." "Yeah, I understand Maddie. What time is it?" "Six in the evening." "You've got a venue yet?" "Yes. Oxygen lounge. You can locate it with your map. Can
"You're n essence, you need a new social media handler for the foundation's socials and you need a new easy and less complicated website. Something beautiful, yet so easy to navigate. And your name and pictures need to always pop up whenever the foundation is searched on any search engine. You need to be tied to the foundation. There should be links and info about the charities that have benefited from your foundation. There should be a page that thoroughly describes what the foundation is all about." "All of the information are sent out to any of the charity organizations we want to work with." "Great. Add it to your website, people need to know. Do you understand me, Brett Lexington?" She met his raised brows with her own. Then shoved a to-do list in front of him. "We’re defusing all the incoming bombs before they blow. And all my suggestions need to be put in motion before Tuesday. We don't have the luxury of time." Brett took a cursory glance at the paper in front of him, th
Daisy wrapped her arm around him to assure him that the connection between them was still so strong. "There’s a lot I don’t know about you, Brett. It's not that I need to know more in order to make up my mind about us, because nothing could ever make me stop loving you. Absolution nothing. I just feel like your hesitation to share things with me means that you’re not exactly ready."Brett let out a deep breath and nodded. "I understand," He muttered. "Listen to me Daisy, I can’t take the risk that you won’t want forever with me.""I would never think of such, Brett. I won’t survive if I dared." "Great, now I'm certain we're on the same page. What do you want to know?" He asked."Everything." She replied and he made a frustrated noise. "Be specific Sunshine. You need to start with something."Daisy asked the first thing that came to her mind. "Graham Bank. Why are you in control of your uncle's company with majority shares?""The Bank was going through hard times. My Aunt was worrie
"I’ve got a girls’ night out on Monday." Daisy revealed and Brett stilled. Maybe someone who didn’t know him as well as she did wouldn’t have caught that subtle, sharp alertness, but she knew him so well, so she caught it. "Girls’ night doing what, exactly?" He asked. "Dancing, drinking. The usual." She told him. "Is it a manhunt?" "Man... what? Oh my God. She laughed sweetly. "No, it's Madison's birthday. My colleague at work." "The front desk lady, I remember." He hummed. Daisy licked her dry lips, mesmerized by the change in him. He’d gone from intimately playful to intensely focused. "Her friends are coming with their boyfriends. So, Madison kind of needs me as her plus one." Brett was suddenly all business when he said, "I’ll make the arrangements. Car, driver, and security. If you stick to my clubs, your security will stay in the car. But if you're visiting any other club, aside mine, your security is going in with you." Blinking in surprise, she agreed. S
"Eric." Daisy leaned forward, needing to clarify something that was bothering her. "Did you see Julian when he arrived at Fairview? Did you by chance meet him one of the days he approached my parents?""Yes. He got his ass beat by Brett twice before he died as well." Eric reported a hint of pride in his voice. "Twice? Why would he go back after the first time?" Eric glanced at her through the mirror. "My guess, to be seen or taken more seriously. He was determined to keep the pressure up. And I bet he expected to frighten you eventually by revealing himself to you one day. But he just needed to be sure that he'll get the financial settlement he desperately needed before scaring the hell out of you. But he did manage to scare your mom instead. Effective in either case.""And no one cared to say a word to me while all of this unfolded." Daisy said quietly. "I can’t seem to get over that feeling. It hurts to be left in the dark.""Yeah, I understand." Eric nodded. "But He wanted you fr
Monday night found Daisy wasted from Madison's birthday bash. She was only able to recall a few things. How she got to Brett's new apartment however was a memory she couldn't recall no matter how hard she tried to, the next morning. Squeezing her eyes shut from her position on the bed the next morning, she groaned and placed her head in the pillow, willing herself back to sleep. The beaded shifted. Warm, firm lips drifted down her bare spine. "Good morning, my Sunshine." Daisy hummed. "Why do I feel like you sound ridiculously pleased with yourself?" She muttered. "Pleased with you, actually." He corrected with a beautiful smile. "You don't recall how you got here, do you?" She shook her head. "But I have a feeling Ugo has a hand in it." "Yes, she does. She called. She wasn't totally conscious though. She called the first number on your call log, which happened to be mine." "Would It have made any difference if she called or not. Your men were all over the place l
Daisy called her dad back first and the sound of his voice made her smile. "Daisy." The rich old-money voice of her father echoed in her ears, soothing her beautifully. "Don't tell me you missed me, Dad." She sat up straighter. "Well, I do. I always do. But that's not why I called." Geoffrey said. "Yeah, I figured." "I've been meaning to ask, what's going on between you and Lexington? What's the future like for the both of you, together." "Huh?" Daisy quizzed. "That's new. I never thought you'd be asking me that." "Tell me, pumpkin." "Why do you ask?" She pestered, determined to be a pain. "I spoke to Lexington." Goosebumps swept across Daisy's skin. She recalled Brett's statement about seeing her dance video on her dad's phone. "Was that how he saw my old dance video, the one you recorded on your phone?" "Daisy... that's not what we're talking about right now. But if you must know, we ran into each other and you know how I love showing you off...." She nodd
Thursday Morning and Daisy was dropped off at her apartment very early in the morning since Brett had an early one with Dr. Violet. She checked Ugo's room when she got inside but found it empty. She was digging in her closet when a knock came on her bedroom door. "Come in," she yelled from inside. A moment later, Ugo's voice sounded. "Where the hell are you?" "In here." Ugo's shadow darkened the doorway as she appeared. "So, you're sneaking in and out of your apartment now?" Daisy chuckled. "I'm not. I checked your room when I arrived and you were out." She sighed. "Yeah, just stepped out for a morning jog." "I'm so jealous of your body right now. I haven't been to the gym nor Pith's studio since forever." Daisy scowled at her friend's body. "Well you have been engaging in other forms of exercise if you know what I mean." Ugo winked. "And your body is still very much perfect. So, who's complaining?" They laughed as Daisy pushed a grey-colored dress toward Ugo. "Lovely wa