All Chapters of You Are Mine For Keeps.: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"Omg! how could I have forgotten!" Ugo exclaimed. "What's that?" Daisy asked. "Someone called the house phone earlier today. She said she is your friend. It's weird because you've never mentioned a friend of yours that bears Lana." "What, Lana?" "Yes. Is she your friend?" "Hell no!" Daisy replied. "Now that's not funny. She said she had news and she wants you to call her back. She even left a number and said to give you in case the number you have doesn't go through." Daisy shot a look at Brett. He caught her stare and his eyes took on that familiar hard gleam. "Such a smart ass woman. Did you tell her anything?" She asked Ugo in a low voice. "Tell her anything, like what?" "Like something you wouldn’t want to tell a total stranger and Brett's ex." Brett's face took on a stony cast. He passed Daisy to drop the trash bag, then came back to her side. "You’re friends with Brett's ex?" Ugo asked. "Are you nuts?" "No, I’m not friends with her. I have no idea ho

Daisy met Brett sprawled up on the couch, pretending to be asleep. Understanding that to be a sign that he didn't want to talk about her last call, she lay beside him and soon the both of them drifted off to sleep. Daisy drifted in and out of consciousness, plagued by anxiety. In fact, she was awake enough to sense the change in Brett when his heartbeat increased, followed by the tightening of his grip on her arm. His body jerked powerfully, and he whimpered, causing Daisy to wriggle around to face him. Her quick, agitated movements succeeded in waking him up. "What?" he gasped, opening his eyes, with alertness. "What’s wrong?" "I think you were about to slip into a nightmare." She pressed soft kisses over his hot face, wishing her love could be enough to banish the crazy nightmares. Brett tried to sit up but Daisy clung tighter to him, holding him down. "Are you okay?" He asked, running a hand over her, searching for a hurt spot. "Did I hurt you?" "I’m fine." She replied.

"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

"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

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