After a while, Daisy stood up and went back to her room, the very one that Brett had furnished for her. Pausing on the threshold, she took in a piece of her that Brett had created as her sanctuary. A place she could run to whenever she was angry instead of running away from him. Since she was always running. "But not anymore," She whispered.Setting her workout bag and purse on the bed, she showered and changed into one of the simple T-shirts she found in her wardrobe.She tried not to think about why he still wasn’t home. He said he was going for his appointment with Dr. Violet, but he should have been home by now. She poured herself a glass of wine and turned on the living room television when her smartphone rang, a call from Ugo"Hello." She answered, grateful to be speaking to the one person that had stood with her and prevented her from hitting ground zero for the past few weeks. "U.U, what's up?""You aren't home, and I brought cupcakes." Daisy smiled. "You know where I am." Sh
"I went to your place. But you weren't home." Brett said.Daisy rubbed at the painful ache in her chest. "I’m sorry that I..... barged into your house in your absence." Brett leaned back into the counter and crossed one ankle over the other. "Go on." "I thought you'd be home. I should’ve called first. And when I realized you weren't home, I should have just waited for another time instead of making myself at home." Brett's chest expanded on a deep breath. "If you’re waiting for me to break up with you, it's not going to happen. You can stop waiting." He said and Daisy , who was standing close to the bar, tried to steady herself on the wall."I can’t do it, I can't break up with you." He said flatly. "I can’t even say I’ll let you walk away from me, if that’s why you’re here.""What?" Daisy frowned in confusion. "You left your key at my place." She reminded."A mistake I would never make again. I want my key back.""Brett." Daisy's eyes closed and tears tracked down her cheeks. "You
Brett took a seat on the edge of the mattress, and a moment later his fingers drifted across Daisy's cheek. "How did you sleep?" "I missed you." She replied. "Is that coffee for me?" She asked as the smell of coffee wafted through her nostrils. "If you’re a good girl, then yes." Her eyes popped open. "But you like me being a bad girl." He smiled."I like you being a bad girl when you're with me, Daisy. Now, tell me about this show you were talking about.""It's a quick show. Ray is myself and Ugo's friend. His band is having a show right here in Fairview and he sent Ugo some tickets. That’s all I know. Do you want to go?""The mayor's cousin." Brett murmured. "The one that couldn't wait for you to step away from me at the fundraiser. He even had a dance with you." He added."Can't you just forget certain things?"Brett shook his head. "Not when it has to do with you.""So, do you want to go?" Daisy asked again."It’s not a question of whether I want to go. If you’re going, so am I.
"Things seem to be looking better this week," Dr. Violet said when Daisy and Brett arrived at her office for their evening therapy appointment. They sat near each other this time, with their hands clasped together. Brett's thumb caressed Daisy's knuckles, and she looked at him and smiled, feeling settled by the contact. Dr. Violet flipped open the protective case of her tablet and settled more comfortably in her seat. "Is there anything in particular you’d like to discuss?" "The past few weeks have been tough," Daisy said quietly. "I imagine so. Let’s talk about the night that led to it. Can you tell me what happened, Daisy?" She told the older woman about waking up from her own nightmare to find herself trapped in Brett's. She walked Dr. Violet through that night and the weeks that followed. "What did you feel after the nightmare?" "Fear," Daisy replied, still holding onto Brett. "I was scared. "You stopped attending your group therapy with Brett. Was it your decision or
Daisy walked into Brett's home office and found him frowning at whatever he was working on with his fingers flying over his keyboard. And glow of the monitor focused on their photo collage on the wall.Brett sat in the semi-dark room, bare chested and handsome, looking alone and powerfully self-contained. As he always did while working. She sighed as she took him in, her boyfriend, the epitome of gorgeousness himself.She had spent her day at the office working tirelessly for a new noodles campaign with Donald and had even been dragged to lunch alongside her boss by Ethan. By evening, she had her usual session at Pith's alongside Ugo. Before coming back to her third home, Brett's penthouse.She stared at Brett from the doorway. He appeared unreachable and she found herself feeling lonely just looking at him. With Brett's decision that they sleep separately and the fact that he was focused solely on his computer, she felt lonely, which made her want to cling tighter and try harder to
"I want to know what your fantasy is?" Daisy replied.Brett adjusted her so that she would be draped across his lap. "You, you are my fantasy." He replied. "I better be."He grinned. "You, in a swing.""Huh?" She arched her brow."You, in a sex swing, Daisy. With your gorgeous ass in a seat, legs spread wide, your perfect cunt wet and waiting." He rubbed seductive circles into the small of her back. "Totally at my mercy and unable to do anything but take all the cum I can give you. You’d love it." He smiled.Daisy pictured him standing between her legs, naked and glistening with sweat, his body perfect as he rocks her back and forth, sliding her on and off his beautiful cock. "You want me helpless." She hissed."I want you bound. And not on the outside."She winced and he rubbed her skin gently in a reassuring manner. "I won’t ever take it further than you can handle," he promised, his eyes glittering hotly in the dim lighting. "But I’ll take you to the edge."Daisy squirmed, both ar
"Have you talked to Hollis lately?" Ugo's smile faded. "No." She sighed. "I miss him. I miss talking to him. He’s so fucking smart, you know.""Yeah, I can imagine that feeling. But, I want you to be happy U.U." Ugo lifted Daisy's hand to her lips, she kissed the back. "I’m working on it, Daisy baby.""I’m right here for you if you need me, even if I’m not visibly around.""I know." Ugo squeezed her friend's hand before releasing it. So for Friday, are we going from my place?""Maybe you should tell me to move in with you." Ugo snarled.Laughing, Daisy shook her head. "But I told you, I almost cried my eyes out trying to convince you to move in with me, but you refused." "I've got work Boo. My place is closer to my work and your place isn't." "So? You're yet to give me an answer, Ugo.""Your place is fine."Daisy made a little dance with her feet at the sound of her friend's reply. "Next week, we can go to the movies by weekend, what do you say U.U?" Daisy pushed in, already feeli
Ugo flashed that false smile she usually keeps on standby whenever she's trying to appear modest and kind. "I'm a huge fan of your food." She said, shocking Ugo with that bland reply that suggested there was no connection between her friend and Alejandro. "Your lasagna is to die for." "Thank you so much, Ugo. It's such an honor to have you in my space."Daisy's gaze darted to Brett, gauging her man's reaction. Brett glanced down at her with a look of mock innocence and an almost subtle smirk. She shook her head, exasperated. "You know, don't you?" She whispered and Brett shrugged.She sighed, knowing that this was going to be a night Ugo would never forget and two things were bound to happen. It's either the night turns out memorable because she would have had fun in spite of Alejandro's presence or because she would be miserable as a result of the even evening arrangement. The next hour passed in a blur of excellent food and fine wine. Ugo busied herself with food while Alejandro s