The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

JOANNA

“J

o,” Gloria said as I walked into her bakery, “why do I get the feeling that this is good-bye?”

I moved over to the counter she was sitting behind, placing my hands on the glass. “I couldn’t leave without popping in here one last time.”

Her hands rested on top of mine. “I’m glad you did, honey.” Her eyes held me in a way that told me she was seeing right through me. “I take it, things didn’t go well with Jenner in Utah?”

I remembered rushing in here, knowing I’d had limited time before my girls arrived at our apartment, and I’d confessed the truth to Gloria. What I loved about her was that she hadn’t judged me for lying to Jenner. She didn’t seem disappointed with me either. She’d just listened and told me to be honest with him.

I shook my head. “He ended things.”

She came over to my side of the counter, but she didn’t hug me. She just stood close, fingering the long, chunky curl that rested across my shoulder.

“But he’s not the reason I came in,” I continued. “I wanted to thank you for everything and to get some pastries for the road. It’s going to be a long drive to LA.”

Her stare reached places far deeper than my chest. “California is going to be the start of something wonderful for you.”

“I hope so.”

She returned to the glass she had been sitting behind and reached inside once it was open. “He cares about you-you do know that, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Jenner just needs time to work this through his brain. You caught him off guard-not what happened per se, I mean, you, in general. Love is an uncharted territory for him.”

“Is there anything I can do?” I glanced down at my gel polish that my nerves had caused me to slowly pick off. “You know, to speed the process up?”

Monica had told me to be patient. My mother, who had dated sporadically since she and my father had divorced, had told me to be persistent.

“I’ve apologized,” I told her even though I was sure she felt that. “I’ve offered solutions. I’ve told him I care about him. Nothing has changed. He still won’t budge.”

She pulled out a piece of fudge that was white and blue and set it on a plate. She cut it in half, handing me a bite, and took the other for herself. Even though I wasn’t hungry, I didn’t want to offend her, so I ate it.

Since Utah, Jenner had killed my taste buds, but I’d never had anything like this in my life. A mixture of creamy white chocolate with a subtle burst of blueberry.

“Gloria, thank you.” I took another small nibble. “This is outstanding.”

“It looks like you’ve lost a few pounds. We need to put some meat on those bones.”

“Yes, well”-I sighed-“this has been hard.”

Her hand moved to my shoulder. “I understand.” Her fingers stroked the same spot, like she was seeing even deeper inside me. “You know, my son is the type of man who thrives on challenges and uses them as motivation. But, unlike Brett, Jenner doesn’t allow them to come into fruition. He wants to crush them before they’re born. When James entered Brett’s life, that’s what she was for him-motivation, a reason to change. Whereas Jenner tried to put out the flames before your fire even started. Except you’re strong, Joanna. Stronger than he’s ever experienced, and he knows he can’t continue to fight-it’s just not easy on his soul.” She took out another slice, giving me the whole piece this time. “He lives by his word-it’s his honor-and he feels that entering a relationship with you would go against what he’s promised your father.”

I moaned as I devoured the rest of the fudge. “How do I help him?”

“You can’t.”

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She reached inside the glass case and took out a piece of coconut fudge that she cut into quarters. “Do you see any chunks of coconut in there?”

I searched the small bits and shook my head.

“That’s because I take the coarse pieces of coconut and puree them. No one wants to bite into a rough, stringy shred, but they love the flavor, so I change the structure.” She reached into the case again and removed a half-moon cookie. “Most make theirs with a vanilla base. I find that boring. I use chocolate instead and add thicker icing, not the sugary fondant-like frosting most others use.” She took a box from behind her and started filling it with fudge and blueberry cake, even several half-moon cookies. She tied the top and placed it in front of me. “Sometimes, they know what they want. Sometimes, you have to show them what they want. And sometimes, you have to come up with innovative ways to give them what they want.” She wrapped her fingers around mine, squeezing. “Jenner hates coconut, but what do I give him every time he comes here?”

“And he loves it. He can’t stop eating it and can’t stop talking about it.”

She smiled. “Exactly.”

My heart clutched.

“Gloria …” I took a long, deep breath. “I understand.”

“Oh, darling, I knew you would.”

She moved out from behind the counter and joined me, waiting for me to lift the box before she slipped her arm over the back of my shoulders. As she walked me to the door, she said, “The most intricate recipe I have is the blueberry cake. It looks so simple on the outside, but the inside is a beautiful, complex, layered web of flavors.” When we stopped walking, she hauled me in for a hug, holding me in such a motherly way. “There’s a reason why the cake is our favorite.”

When we pulled back from each other, my gaze fixed on hers. “I can’t thank you enough-for everything.”

I went to reach into my bag to get my wallet, and she stopped me.

“Your money is no good here.” Her fingers softly stroked my cheek. “Next time you’re in town, please stop by. It would make me so happy to see you.”

“I think you’ll be in LA, visiting James and Brett, before I make my way back to Miami. During your next trip, how about I take you to lunch?”

“That would be lovely.”