Page 67 of Sugar Pie
“You read my mind.” He didn’t bother with clothes.
I bounced as I walked, and we both dug in to our food. We ate the creamy confection with the hard, caramelized top, but after a few bites, I frowned. “I bet we could make this better.”
He winked and finished his. “The chef didn’t have our magic touch.”
My eyes widened. Maybe “magic” was the best way to describe how I felt. All my stalling suddenly seemed silly. “Magic?”
He kissed my cheek. “Us.”
I finished my dessert then cupped his face. “I like that.” For a second, I didn’t move. I swallowed and met his gaze. I had nothing to fear.
Warren was the best man I’d ever met, and I was wrong to wait. My skin buzzed. “So we’ve talked a lot about what I want lately, and I need to tell you…”I love you. The words jumbled as if they wanted to come out so fast that I couldn’t form the rest of my sentence.
He squeezed my hand. “What? I’m listening.”
I took a deep breath.Now or never.I opted to take my time to find the right words. “I want to be brave. I’ve avoided living my life, and now that we have our partnership and each other, I want to stop being so scared of losing everything.”
He curved his lips into a smile. “I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I need to tell you about my money.”
His wealth didn’t matter. Clearly, he had more than I expected. “Not now. I love you.”
His eyes were bright. “I love you too.”
Perfect.I tipped my head and said, “Let’s go back to bed.”
He traced my body and tugged me closer to him. “Or we can enjoy each other right here.”
Adventures with him would never end. “Near the patio?”
His lips were close to mine. “I can see you in the moonlight.”
I lightly sucked on his bottom lip, and he untied my robe. I arched to let him, and I giggled when I realized that we were close enough to the glass that anyone with binoculars could have seen us.
Joy had never been mine until I met Warren. Nothing on earth would ever change how much I loved him.
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Warren Norouzi is out there in the world, proving he can run a company without Wall Street, or is this just another rich man’s game to get into even more businesses where they don’t belong? When is enough enough for them? I’ll give you more as soon as I find out, loyal readers. Follow this page for more about Lydia and what she knows. And let’s keep gossiping. Burn the rich.
Yours truly,
Regina, your gossip goddess you can’t escape from.
Warren
The sound of the water in the shower and knowing Kerry was in there excited me, but my father’s warnings rushed in my veins. I brushed them off, though. Gossip didn’t matter. The sun was out, and it was time to come to terms with a question I needed to answer quickly:How do I tell Kerry that I’m not a Tate but a Norouzi?
I started the coffee, and my phone rang. We needed to fly back and finish work. The other day, I’d said no to security, but we’d taken the plane Mom had sent for the day. I saw my father calling again, so I put him on speaker and read the gossip blog he’d mentioned before. “Pedar, so what if someone knows what I’m doing?”
My mind raced and assumed Lydia meant Linsey, my ex from years ago who threatened to chain herself to my apartment door, as she hadn’t wanted us to break up. I’d probably talked about my life with dread then, but I’d been wrong.
Kerry made my life better because unlike other women in my life, she wasn’t an accessory.
My father said, “It’s never good to be caught out of your element, and your strength is here with us. Together, we can do anything.”
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine just slipping back into my old life but with Kerry. She was the cherry on the sundae, even if she didn’t know it. I swallowed then spoke from my heart. “For the first time in my life, I’ve enjoyed having real challenges where I don’t just play with numbers on my computer.”
“Fun is over, and it’s your duty to protect the one you love. Go to your New York apartment.”
