Page 42 of Stronger Than Fate

“Do I make you happy?” he asked, with surprise.

“Yes, of course. Otherwise I wouldn’t be with you. I love spending time with you, and let me clarify that I’m not just referring to sex because I can see that little smile of yours gives you away,” I said, smiling.

“Let’s agree that the sex between us is spectacular.”

“I agree, and I didn’t say otherwise, but I added that you also make me feel very good when we talk, when we share breakfast, when we sleep together—I like all of that too.”

“It’s the first time someone has told me that I make them happy. It’s very flattering.”

“But you make many people happy—Niky, for example, I assume your mother, your friends, and surely many more.”

“Probably, but they haven’t told me the way you just did. It sounded nice,” he affirmed, and I thought I glimpsed a romantic streak in him, but he immediately erased it with what he added: “Of course, they have told me that I make them touch the sky, see stars, and even reach hell, that I’m a sex master, that I make them…”

I didn’t let him finish because I took a piece of toast and threw it at his head. Henry began to laugh heartily, took the table and removed it from the bed, then lunged at me.

“Do you want me to make you touch the sky too?” he said, brushing my lips with his.

“I doubt it because you’re closer to being a demon than an angel, champ.”

“Then I’ll take you to hell because I’m going to make you burn with pleasure,” he affirmed, and pressed his lips to mine to kiss me hungrily.

Immediately we were overcome by a heat that grew more and more intense. Henry savored my mouth as if it were his favorite delicacy. My body surrendered to him as his mouth didn’t leave a single inch untasted. We made love again with our usual intensity, shouting each other’s names when the climax shook us like a gale.

He left around ten in the morning, and I arrived a bit later at the office, but that day my brothers were in a meeting and didn’t notice my tardiness, so in the morning I was able to avoid questions, something I couldn’t avoid in the afternoon when I received a bouquet of roses.

Around three in the afternoon, Cameron, my assistant, entered my office with a large bouquet of red roses.

“Boss, they just delivered this for you. It comes with a card,” he said, placing them on the conference table, then turned and looked at me as if waiting for an explanation.

Cameron had been my assistant for three years. Thanks to him, my schedule was organized, and he accompanied me to all meetings or conferences, helping me with everything related to work organization. There was a lot of trust between us, and we cared for each other deeply. He was a 25-year-old guy, tall, blond, with brown eyes. He was extroverted with a natural charm.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” he asked, with an innocent face.

“Like I’m a suspect in something. And don’t even think I’m going to tell you who sent them.”

“Boss, you forget that I’m the one who organizes your schedule, so if there are appointments, like lunches, dinners, or whatever, you’ll have to tell me.”

“You know what, you’re a gossip. Get out of my office before I seriously consider firing you.”

“You couldn’t live without me,” he said, leaving my office laughing.

I approached the bouquet and took the envelope containing the card. When I pulled it out and read what it said, my heart raced.

You make me happy too

HW

I didn’t want to admit it, but I suspected that Henry was getting under my skin and taking possession of my heart. Thinking about this, I stared at the bouquet, hypnotized. That gesture had been very sweet. I picked up the phone and sent him a message:

“Thank you! They’re beautiful!”

His response came immediately:

“You are beautiful”

I was looking at the phone with a silly smile. At that moment, Lolo entered my office and his eyes fixed on the bouquet of roses.