Say Yes

INTRODUCTION

This date with Rowan was wonderful. His energy, smile, and voice were so calming to me. The more I stared at him, the more enamored I became.

I remember when I met my husband, I felt butterflies. With Rowan, I felt something else, but I can't describe it.

As women, we assume that most men just want our bodies, but I don't get that with Rowan. Then again, he's probably had his fair share of all types of women, so sex isn't a big deal for him.

Knowing he is famous with a plethora of options is intimidating. But he told me I was made for him. I believe what my eyes see, and I'm still working on believing my heart.

Once again, he sent waves of pleasure into my body. It seems to intensify more each time he does it. The feeling wasn't unbearable but enough to make my panties moisten with need.

His smile was so devious yet sexy as fuck and I was on the verge of letting him take me right where we were seated.

As the rush calmed we exchanged words and I grabbed my glass, drinking all its contents away. The buzz from the wine was definitely appropriate for the way my body was feeling.

He could have taken me right there on the restaurant table and I would've been down.

"Rowan, it's nice seeing you."

A smug female voice was heard next to our table. It's funny that we both didn't even realize the woman was standing there. I smiled at our strong connection to each other.

"Hello, Tara."

Rowan glanced at her and spoke while his eyes went back on me.

I finally looked at her...she was pretty. Then I realized who she actually was. She was a famous child star turned supermodel, Tara Satori.

"You look really good. How have you been?"

She talked to him like I wasn't sitting there but I wasn't upset about it. This wine made me feel nice and relaxed.

"I've been well. Just enjoying dinner with my lady."

Her face showed her fake smile.

"Oh, and who's your lady?" She looked at me.

I stood up. "Baby, I need to use the ladies room. I'll be back."

My lips softly kissed his cheek then I walked towards the hall with my small purse in hand.

There were a few women in the restroom when I entered. I went into the stall to empty my bladder then I checked my messages.

"This is crazy..."

Lydia sent me photos of Rowan and I walking into the restaurant together.

How the heck did you get photos of us?

On the blogs...duh. Are you enjoying your date?

I put my phone in my purse while I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I figured they probably get photos of all the celebrities that come here, but that was freaking fast.

I checked my chest length silk pressed hair and lipstick. Walking back out of the ladies' room, Tara was now sitting in my seat. My wine buzz must have been fading because now I was pissed.

Before I could get close, Rowan stood up while her angry eyes remained on him. He looked in my direction.

"There you go. Are you okay?"

"Yes."

He grabbed my hand, kissing the back of it.

"Let's get out of here."

"Rowan, we really need to talk about this."

I let his hand go. "Talk about what?"

"Nothing."

Tara stood up. "That's what our baby is...nothing?"

I smiled while rolling my eyes. "Of course, she's pregnant."

My laughter got louder as I walked away from them. I stood outside and made a call for my usual cab. Dating Damien Stacks has taught me not to put anything past these males in this industry.

Rowan stood behind me and took my phone out of my hand. I didn't try to take it back from him.

"May I please have my phone?"

"Why did you walk away?"

"Is it not obvious...I was giving you both privacy to discuss your new endeavors."

"So you believe her?"

"When I have a reason not to...that'll change."

I tried to grab my phone, and he kissed me. His arms were wrapped around me with his tongue exploring my mouth.

Mmm.. that feels so nice.

I know...

Rowan's deep voice filled my thoughts, and I pulled away. Soon, a crowd of people walked up asking him for autographs and pictures.

Thankfully, Valet pulled up with his car while security blocked the fans.

Rowan managed to still open the passenger side door for me, then got in the car. Once we pulled off, I sighed in relief.

He placed his hand on my thigh while I looked out the window. I was a little upset, but his touch still felt good.

"What a way to end a beautiful date."

He squeezed my thigh. "It's not over yet."

I looked at him, then shook my head. I should have known a beautiful man like him would be a lot to handle.

"Your life is too chaotic for me."

***

It's a good thing my friend was with me. I know I would have slapped Rowan if she wasn't there.

The way he is behaving towards me is ridiculous. All the fun times we had together, tips and advice we shared. He acts like our relationship means nothing to him.

And the nerve to be with this Harmony chick. She's a cute girl, but there's no way he thinks she's an upgrade from me.

I'm trying to heal from our break-up, and all I see are pictures of Rowan and her leaving his hotel room. We haven't even been broken up that long.

Public opinion is already saying he could do better.

My people did some research and found out she is the manager of some girl group. She also used to date the owner of Royal Records, Damien Stacks.

Konstrict's manager is really good friends with him. I knew this Harmony girl was an industry whore. Just another pass around, trying to move up the ranks.

Rowan can deny this baby all he wants, but if he doesn't comply, I will ruin his little girlfriend's reputation. I'll have her blackballed or smutted out before he knows it.

"That's a wrap on the Memoir magazine shoot."

The director clapped along with the staff, and I bowed at the admiration being poured on me. After I finished my model booking for the week, I treated myself to a much needed spa day.

I know the saying is that money isn't everything, but it definitely makes life easier. Any place I wanted to go, I've been. Anything I want to buy, I buy and any man I want to have, I get.

My phone began to ring but I didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Is this Ms. Satori?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"Hey, it's Pete Simon."

I smirked. "Oh, hi Pete. What do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

This is definitely not over Rowan Vidal.