In the heart of New York City, Sadira Kingston is the proud owner and head baker of "Sweets," a charming bakery renowned for its delectable treats and warm atmosphere. Her life takes an unexpected turn when Davis Maclean, a brooding lawyer with a re...
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The air outside was icy, the kind that bites through layers and chills the bones. Sadira, clad in her Ralph Lauren polo gray joggers and matching sweatshirt, braved the frigid night as she stepped out of her bakery. Her long, silky black hair, which she had meticulously pressed to fall straight to the middle of her back, was neatly wrapped in a hair net that she would soon remove. The cold wind stung her cheeks as she pulled her Mackage coat tighter around herself, the warmth of the coat a meager shield against the relentless chill.
She glanced down at her love pink duffle bag, filled with essentials and her skincare kit, and made sure everything was in order. The beanie she wore was a navy blue Ralph Lauren, and her black Uggs added an extra layer of comfort against the biting cold. She hurried to her waiting Uber, her breath forming visible puffs in the air, and texted Davis to let him know she was ready. She was keeping her home address a secret for now, wanting to maintain a certain level of independence and mystery.
Inside her office, the glow from her desktop Apple, a sleek rose gold model, was the only light in the room. She had been engrossed in the latest drama on Love and Hip Hop, the scandalous affair of Kirk and his baby mama unfolding on the screen. Her eyes flicked to her phone when she received Davis's text informing her he was outside.
Locking up the bakery and her office, she stepped into the cold again, shivering as the wind whipped around her. Davis's black 204 Cadillac Escalade Sport gleamed under the streetlights, the sleek vehicle a stark contrast to the snow-covered surroundings. Davis was already out of the car, his presence commanding yet soothing. His black beanie was pulled down low, and his coat looked both stylish and functional.
"Hey, Sadira," Davis greeted her, his voice smooth and warm. He moved with an effortless grace as he grabbed her duffle bag and helped her into the car.
"Thanks," she said, her voice soft and laced with shyness. His cologne, a blend of something spicy and fresh, wafted around her as he closed the door, leaving her feeling cocooned in his scent.
Davis's demeanor was a perfect mix of casual confidence and attentive care. "No problem," he replied with a smirk, his minty breath brushing against her cheek as he helped her settle into the plush leather seat. The warmth inside the car was a welcome relief from the cold, and Sadira felt her nerves easing slightly.
In the backseat, Tariq and Brayden were already settled, their heads bobbing with the rhythm of their sleep. Sadira turned to acknowledge them, feeling it was polite to greet them despite her shyness.
"Davis, who's this?" Tariq asked, pulling off his headphones and glancing at Sadira through the rearview mirror.
Sadira met Tariq's gaze, recognizing him from previous encounters. "Sadira," she said with a smile. "Oh, I forgot. Hey, Sadira."
Davis chuckled at Tariq's confusion. "Pink hair, remember?" he teased, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
