Originally, I was going to release the first full chapter. After writing it, I discovered it’s quite long, so I’m going to give snippets of the first chapter every week until release date, which is tentatively scheduled for September 6th.
The first chapter, as you will find out, will answer a few questions. It’ll also raise a few more. I can’t say any more than that.
I hope you enjoy! xoxoxo
The road to Vegas was a long drive. Nothing but desert, hidden cities in the nook of California and Nevada, and long thoughts. People were in a hurry, yet no one was despicable about it.
As she rested her bare feet on the dashboard of her ex’s tricked-out SUV, Sydney Walker settled back into her seat as Prince’s “17 Days” blared through the speakers. The air conditioner gently blew on her dark locks and she closed her eyes to relish everything.
Everything was almost perfect.
A slow grin spread on her face when she felt his hand cup her inner left thigh. She slowly moved her head towards his and gave a lazy smile. It was heaven being with him again. A week apart was a week too long. It was then she realized how much she needed him in her life, and not just wanted him around.
He’d changed into a t-shirt and jeans when they went back to his home to pack for their spontaneous Vegas adventure. The clothing barely contained his lean, muscular frame and the suave masculinity inside him. His blonde hair shined in the sunlight while his beard, something he spent a lot of time meticulously trimming, was perfectly shaped.
His cologne, heavy with musk and wood scent, wafted in the contained space. Sydney took a long inhale of it and smiled. She missed the smell of him. She couldn’t describe other than it was absolutely powerful and panty-wetting. He’d often mixed his colognes but this scent was pure Dean.
Hidden behind dark sunglasses were his light green eyes and Sydney briefly wondered what was going on in that head of his. Was everything a mistake? Were they just a couple who should quit each other but simply can’t? What was the real deal?
Maybe he’d forgiven her sooner than she’d realized. When he was in the shower, she packed his bag and got everything he needed, just like she used to do when he had to travel for a road series. She waited downstairs and kept herself entertained with T.V. when he suddenly appeared, shirtless and wet.
“Did you want anything to drink?” His baritone voice interrupted her viewing time.
“Um…” She swallowed as she struggled to maintain her composure. Water beaded on his muscular chest and a steady, but small trail crawled over his six-pack. She blushed at seeing his physique, though she’d seen it a hundred times.
It was different because even though they weren’t together, her body and heart reminded her she would always belong to him. “No, I’m good.”
“Sure?” He took a long gulp of water. “I have plenty to offer you here.”
Sydney’s chest tightened with hope. What was Dean really saying? “Are we still talking about beverages?”
Dean smiled and shook his head. His green eyes danced with love and his dimples formed in both cheeks. “No.”
They both knew he didn’t have to come down to the kitchen, let alone almost naked. But he did, anyway. It was a silent but powerful gesture to Sydney – he wanted her around.
They stopped by her loft so she could pack her things and it was the first time Dean stood inside it. He was impressed by the length their boss went through to make sure the couple was happy with his purchase, though Dean still didn’t believe the loft was ever for him.
Open, floor to ceiling length windows. An open foyer. Sleek kitchenware and appliances. Large bedrooms with generously sized bathrooms. If Dean wanted to believe the billionaire magnate Ian Ferguson, he would say it was a very nice purchase for a betrothed couple.
Dean – as well as Ian – knew the purchase was for Sydney and Sydney only.
It didn’t matter. A cordial phone call to Ian a few days ago made sure Dean would be the sole owner of the million-dollar property with Sydney’s name in all of the bills.
They broke up a week prior and needed the time away from each other. They moved too fast, they admitted. They didn’t trust each other enough, they accepted. They needed to work on themselves before they could be together, they acknowledged.
They also realized – they were nothing if they weren’t together.
The station turned to A Tribe Called Quest’s “Can I Kick It?” and Sydney watched Dean slowly nod his head along to the hip-hop beat. He mouthed along Q-Tip’s rhymes and felt more at ease.
It didn’t matter where they were. As long as she was with him in some form, she was content.