The attraction was still there, faintly. It was nothing like what she felt with Brett, but it was there nonetheless. She retreated back out into the open, where there were lots of people moving around. "Why are you running?" Ray asked. With the help of the pool of light from a parking lot lamp, Daisy saw him clearly. "I can’t...." She swallowed. "There’s nothing to say." "What? That's Bull. You heard me inside there, Dee. That song was for you. I was talking to you. I've given you all the time you might need, Daisy. And I had to ensure that your friend got the invite to this show just so you could hear me say those words." He stepped closer. "Lexington isn't the man for you, he doesn't know you like I do. He doesn't understand the bond we share...." "And you do? " Ray shrugged. The intensity of his glare burning through her. "You stopped coming around, you didn’t say a word of explanation, you just stopped showing up. And when I ran into you again, I found out that we've
Daisy slumped back into the seat, her stomach churning and her palms damp. "You’re the Daisy in his song, aren’t you?" Alejandro asked quietly, and when Daisy didn't say a word, he sighed. "I wonder if Brett..... fuck!" He sighed. "Of course he knows. That was a long time ago." Daisy said defensively. "It didn't seem too long ago, though." Alejandro pointed out. Desperate to get to Brett, Daisy found herself unable to sit still. Her feet tapped, as her body batted against restlessness so intense that she felt like crawling out of her own skin. She looked at Ugo, who had nothing but soft pleading eyes on her, obviously contemplating if it was now a good time to come to her. Daisy shook her head, she had hurt the man she loved and through him, another man who did nothing rather than be himself had gotten hurt too. She had no good explanation for it. Looking back to the events of the night, she couldn't understand what came over her. Why hadn’t she pulled away sooner. Why had she kis
Daisy cringed at the horrible bitterness in his tone. She understood how he was feeling, how badly the mental images could sting and claw at him. She had felt worse since Lana came into the picture. So, she understood. Brett straightened suddenly, leaning forward to rub his thumb roughly across her lips. "He’s had your mouth." He said, before sagging back into the seat. He threw his arm across his face and Daisy knew he was still seeing her kissing Ray. It was eating a hole in his mind. Needing a sort of connection between them, she surged between his legs and fumbled with his button fly. He caught her fingers in an iron grip but kept his eyes covered with his forearm. "What the hell are you doing?""Brett..." She sobbed. "I need you."She drew closer but he put both hands on her shoulders and urged her away. Daisy looked up at his gorgeous face, and saw his eyes glittering in the semidarkness. He touched her lips with his thumb and ordered hoarsely, "slide your tight cunt around m
"Never. I can never forget, Brett. You’re a part of me." Daisy explained."Tell me why you kissed him?" He insisted."I don’t know." Daisy rested her damp forehead against his own, as she felt the tears burning behind her eyes. "God, Brett. I swear I don’t know." 'Then shut up and make me come." Daisy straightened and leaned away from him. She had expected him to be angry. In fact, If he had slapped her face, she wouldn't have been so shocked. But speaking to her like this, that was too much. "Fuck you." She said. "Now you’re getting the idea." Hot tears slid down her face. "Don’t treat me like a whore, Brett.""Daisy." His voice was low and raspy, filled with warning, but his eyes were dark and desolate. Filled with pain that matched her own. "If you want to stop, you know what to say." Indeed, she knew what to say. The one word she could use to put an end to the pain she was feeling in her heart. But she refused to use it now. Just the fact that he brought up her safe word to
"I hate you!" She screamed again. "You're a callous, self-centered son of a......." He was in her again, filling her, stroking rhythmically into her quivering core. Unable to stand it a minute longer, Daisy struggled to reach her clit with her fingers, knowing a single stroke would have her coming violently. "No." Brett caught her wrists and held her hands down on the seat, and kept her legs spread wide with his thighs in-between, allowing him to sink deep into her over and over again. The tempo of his thrusts were unfaltering and relentless, keeping Daisy at the edge of losing her mind. She knew could make her come with just his cock. He could give her an intense orgasm just from riding her at the right angle, by rubbing his cock over and over whatever spot he needed to, a random place inside her that he knew just how to locate. "I hate this, I hate what you're doing, I hate you," she sobbed, tears of frustration wetted her face and the seat beneath her cheek. Bending over her,
"Tell me about him." Brett murmured, wrapping his arms around Daisy's waist. She took a deep breath, already aware that he would ask her about Ray explicitly. That was a Brett something. When he fails to foresee an event or he doesn't pay attention to something and it goes south. He will go back to the drawing board and work it up from there. "Alright." Daisy breathed out. "But, is he okay?" There was a pause before he answered. "There’s no permanent damage. Would it bother you if there was?" "Of course I'd be bothered." Brett grit his teeth. "I want to know about you two, I thought he was just a friend. That was a mistake I shouldn't have made, "he sighed. "Tell me about you two, Daisy." He demanded tightly. "No." "Daisy....... Don’t take that tone with me." "Brett. I’m tired of being an open book for you while you get to keep all your secrets." She rolled her head to the side, pressing her cheek against Brett's damp chest. "If all I can get of you is your body, I’ll t
"When found out, I sent her back to her Fiancé." Daisy stared at him, noting his regret and embarrassment. "But she refused to go back and she kept hoping we'll work out for a while. It was hard for her to finally settle with my decision.""And the younger sister?" Daisy asked."I didn't do that intentionally. I didn't know who she was. It was a random night and it was a one time thing." He responded.He bent his head, ashamed of what he’d done. "Say something." He snapped. "Gloria, did she think you loved her?" "I.... I don't know. Fuck. I’m an asshole for doing what I did. But I didn’t promise her anything. I was screwing Manuel through her. I didn't expect her to become collateral damage. I shouldn't have let it get that far.""Brett." Daisy sighed and shook her head. "What." He was practically restless, with anxious energy exuding his body. "Why did you say my name like that?" "Because you’re ridiculous at times." Daisy smiled, dryly. "You were sleeping with her regularly and
Daisy stared at the bruise on his face and sighed. He looked at her with a raised brow and she smiled. "Stop beating yourself up." He ordered sternly, hugging her closer. Of course she couldn’t hide her mood from him with just a smile. He saw right through her. Brett caught her face in his hands and stared deeply at her. "It’s over and done with. Forget it."She reached out and ran her fingertips over the place where she saw the bruise. "It needed to happen," he said curtly. "No." Daisy insisted."Just listen to me, Sunshine." He chided. "I thought I understood your feelings about Lana. I knew you didn't like the fact that I was cordial with her. But I had no clue I was hurting you so bad by insisting not to put a distance between us. I was a self-centered idiot, and I'm deeply sorry."I’m not dealing with it well. I can’t think about her without feeling violent." Daisy confessed."I get that now. I didn’t before." His mouth twisted ruefully. "Sometimes it takes a lot to shake me