Page 68 of Only If You Dare

Chapter Twenty Two

Desiree

“I know you’re having the time of your life there in Dubai, but this is breaking news, I had to call and tell you,” Santana said.

“What happened?”

“The guy who burglarized our homes was caught trying to throw a firebomb in the lobby of the Houston Report.”

My mouth fell open, and I sat down the mascara I used.

“Oh my God, Santana was anyone hurt?!”

“Thankfully no. He did light the weapon, but he was tackled to the floor before he could use it. Needless to say, the bottle dropped, and his clothes ignited. They had to put him out with a fire extinguisher.”

“What about the person that tackled him?”

“It was Derrick. He’s fine didn’t get a scratch.”

“Wow, talk about karma versus being blessed.”

“You can say that again,” Santana said.

“I’m glad they finally caught him, now I don’t have to worry about his ass when I get back.”

“Mmhmm, the guy is crazy. He kicked and screamed as the police pulled him out of the building in handcuffs.”

“Jesus.”

“I know,” she said again. “Anyway, I just thought I’d call to let you know, you’re now safe and free to go about life without looking over your shoulder.”

“That is good to know. Thanks, I’m getting ready to leave now. How are things with Josiah?”

Santana became quiet before speaking again. “Girl,” she whispered sharply through the phone. “I think I’m in love.”

I screamed. “What?!”

On the other end, Santana’s giggles were hushed as she tried not to be loud. “Girl, he’s so fun. It’s amazing how he brings my mind to such a calm, relaxing place.” Santana sighed heavily. “Just makes my spirit feel restful like I could enjoy his company every minute and not get bored. It’s so crazy.”

“Damn you are in love,” I said.

Santana giggled, “Anyway, I’ll call you back later.”

“Mmhmm, don’t lie to me young lady. You have no intention of calling me back. I know that gorgeous man is keeping you occupied.”

“Look who’s talking,” Santana said.

I smiled wide. “Whatever, bye!”

I disconnected the call and bit my lip, my mind traveling to Julian. Last night, I wondered where he was going that was so important that he put off what would’ve been another night of amazing sex. No matter how often I tried to remind myself, Julian didn’t belong to me, I couldn’t help wanting to be with him daily. I was candid with myself. I’d allowed myself to fall for a man that could possibly destroy me, and I had no one to blame.

After applying my mascara, I took a look at my appearance, happy with my simple ensemble. I slid my feet into my two-inch heels and sprayed myself with a mist of country apple fragrance before making my way to the door. I’d ordered breakfast from the room service menu and stepped out the door prepared to knock on Julian’s. I hoped he’d enjoy breakfast in bed, although I couldn’t deny I wanted that breakfast to be me.

“Thanks again,” a soft feminine voice purred.

I turned with the tray in my hand to see Lila closing the door to Julian’s suite. My throat tightened at the sight of her perfectly dressed appearance, but I tried not to show my displeasure. Urging myself to move forward, Lila smiled up at me and spoke.

“Good morning,” she said.

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