Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 99

Delilah and I meet with the bakery managers in the afternoon and make sure they understand all of their responsibilities, give them back up contact information, and reassure them we trust them completely. It's the first time we are both going to be gone at the same time, so we do our best to hide our nerves and give them as much encouragement as possible. We help prep dry ingredients for a couple hours so there will be less work for them to do without us there.

 

Marco holds the back door open for us when we are ready to leave. Bronx's midnight blue Aston Martin Superleggera is idling in the alley. Bronx tinted the windows dark enough that I can’t see him inside, but I can’t imagine him letting anyone else drive it. I1look down the alley and don’t see any of the sedan’s the guards usually drive, except the one Marco drove us to the bakery in. Bronx's car only has two seats. He had to have it specially made because he is so tall. There's definitely no room for guards.

 

“He said it's a surprise and no guards tonight,” Marco shrugs, feigning innocence.

 

“You knew? Delilah? Are you in on this too?” I put my hands on my hips.

 

“Je ne sais pas de quoi vous parlez [I don’t know what you are talking about |," she shrugs as well, but doesn’t feign innocence nearly as well as Marco. Probably because of the light blue color in her eyes.

 

I look down and realize I’m wearing leggings, a black zip-up hoodie with flour streaks where the apron didn’t completely cover me, and a purple t- shirt with the bakery logo on it. I feel my face flush, knowing I'm about to get in a car that costs more than most people’s homes, looking like this. Delilah licks her thumb and wipes some sugar off the side of my face, and helps me fix my ponytail.

 

“You two are traitors,” I growl a little at them when Bronx steps out of the car looking drop dead gorgeous in a dark gray suit with a white shirt. He walks over to the back door of the bakery and takes my hand, giving it a little kiss. The little sparks from his lips touching my hand make my face feel hot. I breathe out a deep breath, feeling self- conscious with Bronx giving me this type of attention in front of Marco and Delilah.

 

“Don't worry, boss, I'll have her home by midnight,” he winks at Marco before leading me to the passenger side of his car and opening the door for me.

 

He gets in the driver side and leans over, putting my seatbelt on for me, “ Bronx, where are we going? I'm dressed for work, not to go anywhere I need to be dressed up.” °

 

He takes my hand and kisses it again and gives me a sexy smile, “Don’t worry, Baby. You don’t need to be dressed up. I just have a little surprise for you, not to mention, I wanted to spend some time with you.”

 

“If you're worried about what I thought about your outfit, you haven't seen how many photographers are out front today. They caught wind I was on my way here.” “Oh, crap,” I take a second to decide. If I try to hide my face, stories will come out that there is some reason for me to hide. If I accept my fate and let them take my picture with no mind, they might say that I'm not feeling well, but they may just say I’m too comfortable around my husband and I need to try harder if I don't want to lose him. Right? I choose to accept my fate. I wiggle out of the dirty hoodie and shove it onto the floor. As Bronx pulls out of the alley, dozens of flashes go off in front of us. I realize as I squint

 

the first time you've been in the human world without an eyepatch on?” I ask through my teeth, giving a big grin for the cameras as the car crawls forward. Bronx goes as slowly as possible, trying to avoid hitting anyone who's leaning over

 

Right. We, uh, we need to come up with some

 

I raise my

 

He sticks his bottom lip

 

You wanna talk to them real quick? It's

 

my eyes at him and roll down

 

let us through, please?” I ask in a

 

are your guards?” “Is it date night?” "Do you have an appointment?" They all

 

with a smile. He squeezes my hand

 

sure does.” “Who is your doctor?” “What company made it for you?” "Kas, do

 

the Santoro Enterprises charity event,” I ignore their questions and give a little wave before closing the window. Satisfied with the prospect of getting pictures of us at a formal event, the sea of photographers

 

good at that,” he

 

Good enough to be told where the heck

 

not that good, Mrs. Mason,”he winks at me as he gets on the

 

turning the distinctive colors of autumn. My mind wanders as I think

 

protection themselves. I consider my role among these women and how my actions have affected their lives in the past and will continue in the future. I now understand the

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