Done with her little time with her best friend, Daisy left for Lex and Gibson in a cab. As the cab stopped in front of her office building, the sight of the SUV at the curb gave her the usual thrill. When she hopped out of the taxi, she peeked into the front seat and waved when she saw Ben sitting inside. He stepped out, with a subtle smile. "Good morning, Miss Ledwig," he greeted her. Although Ben wasn’t a young man and he already had noticeable strands of gray hair, Daisy had never had any doubts about his ability to protect Brett. "Hi, Ben. It’s good to see you. You’re looking lovely today." She told him."Thank you." Ben replied. "I wish you a very beautiful day."Daisy nodded with a big smile. "See you later."Ben's pale blue eyes were kind as he bowed from his waist. When Daisy got upstairs, she found Madison looking more like her usual self. Her smile was wide and real, and her eyes had the sparkle she enjoyed seeing every morning. She stopped by her desk. "How is my favori
When Daisy got back to her office building, she was totally tense and angry. Her plans of repairing her relationship with her mother was futile and now she has to be bothered about a godforsaken prenup. She had just twirled through the revolving front door of the building when she saw the woman she'd prefer never to see again, Lana. And she was talking to her man, with her palm resting intimately against his chest. Lana's long black hair fell to her back, on a glossy black dress. She was a beautiful woman, a knowledge that pierces Daisy's heart every single time. And worst still, the both of them made a stunning couple while viewing their stance together. Abruptly, Brett's head turned and found Daisy, as if he’d felt her watching him. The instant their gazes met, Daisy felt that soul-deep recognition pierce through her, that primitive awareness she'd only ever felt with Brett. Lana turned and saw Daisy. She drew in to plant a kiss on Brett's lips. But, he jerked back just befor
Brett pulled Daisy's hips to the very edge of the desk with her legs on either side of him, exposing her cleft to his gaze. "So tell me Baby, what made this pretty cunt so greedy today?""You.""Perfect answer."Daisy pushed at his shoulder. "Your suit reminded me of when we met. I wanted to fuck you so bad that day, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Now I can."He pressed her thighs wide with gentle hands, and stroked over her clit with his thumb. Her sex quivered as pleasure pulsed through her. "Now I can," he repeated her words.Daisy grasped desperately at the cushion beneath her. Her stomach tightened as his tongue licked leisurely through her slit. He rimmed the trembling opening to her sex, teasing her before his tongue sank into her. She arched violently, her back bowed as he tormented the tender flesh of her sex. "Let me tell you how I imagined you that day," he purred, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue."I imagined you spread beneath me on that hockey pitch
"You had a beautiful moment with Dr. Violet today?" Daisy asked after cleaning up. "Yes. She thinks my nightmares will keep getting better and overtime, the bad ones will be replaced by good memories." "Did you tell her that you've not had any nightmare since three days?" She pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge while Brett arranged his tie. "I did. She thinks they'll come back, but not as fierce and tough as before." He shrugged. "And Lana?" "What's the correlation between Lana and my shrink?" "Daisy took a seat opposite him. "You know what I'm asking about. Don't play the dumb card with me." Brett took a seat opposite her. "You're sure you don't need to get back to work, it's actually getting late." She checked her wristwatch and shook her head. "Nah, I have up to ten more minutes. Tell me." He took the leftover water she placed on the table and gulped it down. Daisy headed back to the fridge and brought another water for him. "Her book has been placed on indefini
Marielle jerked back. Daisy reached blindly for the doorjamb and gripped it hard. Taking a deep breath to regain a modicum of control and Brett drew strength from her presence. "I was molested." He said again, his voice calmer and steadier. "For close to a year, every week. The same woman you invited into your home fondled me, sodomized me, over and over again." "Don’t." She breathed harshly, her chest heaving. "Don’t say those ugly, awful things." "It happened. Repeatedly. While you were only a few rooms away. You didn't even care to find out if my therapist ever got changed or not. You couldn't even notice that the therapist was screwing your so-called husband. And you couldn’t see it or rather you refused to see or acknowledge it." "That’s a lie." Marielle insisted.Fury burned through Brett, the type that makes one restless with the need to move. But he held his ground, and his gaze moved to Daisy instead, drawing calm from her presence. This time, Daisy nodded at him in
Daisy's thoughts were filled with her mother and Marielle Hampton as she left her office building at five o’clock. The SUV was waiting at the curb and as she walked up to it, Ben climbed out and smiled at her. "Good evening, Daisy." "Hi." She smiled back, wondering how the man easily went from calling her Miss. Ledwig to Daisy, same day. "How are you, Ben?" She asked. "Excellent." He rounded the rear of the car and opened the back door for her. Daisy searched his face. How much did he know about Brett's agonized childhood and every other thing that has happened recently including Julian's murder? Did he know as much as Eric did, Or even more than Eric? Slipping into the cool backseat, she pulled out her smartphone and called Ugo. It went to voicemail, so she left a message. "Hey, just reminding you that I’ll be gone this weekend. I don't know where we're headed yet, but I promise to get you something nice if I see any." She said, imagining Ugo's expression. "If you need me and
Turning her head, Daisy looked back at Brett's direction only to find him gone. His empty glass sat on the table. Her heart thudded as she stepped into the room, she tossed back the rest of her drink. The restraint reminded her of Julian, and the thought alone, pushed her pulse rate way above normal. She couldn’t bear to be restrained during sex. But this wasn't Julian, it was Brett. Before now, he's been restraining her with his hands, the weight of his muscled body, and never beyond that.Now, it seems like he wanted them to explore more. He once said that he would love to explore everything with her, toys, bondage etcetera. She set her empty glass on the nightstand, her hand shaking slightly, out of fear or excitement, she wasn't sure. But she was certain that Brett would never hurt her. He has worked so hard to make sure she was never afraid. But what if she disappointed him. What if she couldn’t give him what he needed. She had known that one of his fantasies was to have her
Brett's chosen location was paradise. His pilot took the lovebirds over the Canatova Islands, flying over the stunning mountains that led into the private airport not far from their main destination, the Lexoak resort. They were both still pretty shell-shocked when their plane landed. Brett had had the orgasm of his life, after all. They got their passports stamped with their hands linked tightly together. They hardly spoke, either to each other or to anyone else as they were still too raw from the beautiful marathon of sex they had. They slid into a waiting limousine and Brett drew out a bottle of water for both of them. He settled on the seat beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. She snuggled into him, draping her legs over his lap. "Thank you so much for going through this much stress because of me." She told him."Us, because of us, Sunshine." He pressed a hard kiss to her forehead. "I love you so much.""Same here. I love you too much."He gulped down his water and