As if he couldn’t stop touching her, Brett washed her from head to toe. Then he dried her with a towel and wrapped her in a new robe of embroidered maroon silk with feathered sleeves. He finished by pulling a pair of similarly hued drawstring silk pants out of a drawer for himself. "Don’t I get panties?" She asked, thinking about her drawer of sexy underwear. "No. There’s a phone hanging on the wall in the kitchen. Hit speed dial one and tell the man who answers that I want him to pick up double my usual dinner order from Katrich.""All right." She headed out to the living room and made the call. Then went in search of Brett. She found him in his home office, a room she haven't been in before. She didn’t get a good look at the space at first because the only lighting came from an angled picture light on the wall and a lumen lamp on his polished wood desk. Plus her eyes were more interested in focusing on him. He looked utterly sensual and compelling sprawled in his big black lea
"Brett... Daisy's eyes stung, then flooded with tears. Brett looked as wounded and confused as she felt. "You’re breaking my heart." She told him. Releasing her wrists, he stepped back and swept her up in his arms, carrying her out of his office and down the hallway to a closed door. "Turn the knob," he said quietly. They entered a candlelit room that still smelled faintly of new paint. For a few seconds Daisy wondered what they were doing in the room. The walls were painted greyish-white and the curtains were fluffy and white, the same designs she had in her room. The bed frame and foam same size and design as the one in her apartment."What are we doing here, Brett?" He set her down, but kept an arm around her. I designed the room to share a few similarities to the room in your apartment. "Why?" She asked as the thought that he probably did that to prevent her from witnessing his nightmares crossed her mind, shattering her heart further. She felt like they were drifting furt
Sometime that night, Daisy awoke with heavy throbbing under her. She winced and looked around to find out what must have woken her up, but she found Brett sleeping peacefully beside her, his breathing deep and even, she relaxed with a sigh.Then it hit her, she was aroused. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples pointed and tight. The throbbing she felt was from her clit which seemed drawn to the man beside her. Her core was aching and her cleft wet. As she lay there in the moonlit darkness, she realized that her own body had woken her with it's demands. Pushing up onto her elbows, she looked at Brett. The sheet and comforter clung to his waist, leaving his sculpted chest and biceps bared. His right arm was tossed over his head, and his left arm lay between them on the blankets. Even in such state of rest, he looked fierce and powerful. Daisy became painfully aware of the tension inside her, the sense that she was drawn to Brett even while he was asleep. She felt his invisible
For Daisy, monday mornings came with a lot of awesomeness. Her Monday began with Brett Lexington. They rode to work with her back propped against his side and his arm slung over her shoulder so that his fingers could link with hers while he toyed with the ring he had given her which surprisingly she slipped into her finger that morning.She kicked out her legs and eyed the classic grey heels he bought her along with some outfits to wear on the occasions she slept over. To start out the new week, she rummaged through the lovely outfits and finally settled for a creamurbane dress with a thin grey belt that reminded her of his eyes. Brett has excellent taste, that much she knows. Unless he was sending some woman out on shopping sprees, if that was the case...... Nah, she pushed the unpleasant thought aside. Her thoughts went back to her assigned drawers in his room. When she checked out the drawers, he had set aside for her in his bathroom, she found all of her usual cosmetics and t
Daisy sighed and let him hold her with the resolve to tell him again some day in the future.At half past nine, Daisy reached out to a floral shop and had them deliver a dozen of long stemmed roses upstairs to Brett's office at eleven o’clock, with an attached note. "IN CELEBRATION OF BLACK DRESSES AND LIMO RIDES."At eleven o'clock sharp, the flowers were delivered and ten minutes later, she received an interoffice envelope with a note card that read. "LET’S DO THAT AGAIN. SOON." Happy, she got the floral shop to make another delivery and at half past eleven, a black-and-white lily arrangement got delivered to Brett's office with the note. "IN HONOR OF BLACK AND CRIMSON GARDEN PARTY DRESSES AND BEING DRAGGED INTO THE BACK SEAT OF WAITING CARS......"Barely six minutes later, she received his reply. "I’LL BE DRAGGING YOU TO THE FLOOR IN A MINUTE......." She laughed excitedly.At noon, she went jewellery shopping, hitting six different shops before she found a bracelet with a matchin
The week passed swiftly and soon it was a new week. Monday came with less work load for Daisy and at exactly ten minutes past five after work, she found Brett's limousine at the curb after work instead of the Bentley. Over the week, he'd resorted to taking her home in the Bentley but had to fly to Chesterfield for an important and very urgent meeting that couldn't be put away.With the little distance separating them, he called bloody Mary out of Daisy's cellphone and of course, Ben was always at the curb with the Bentley every single day, waiting to take her home after work. Imagine her surprise when she stepped out and saw the limo.Immediately she stepped in, her face widened with smile. "Brett, you didn't tell me you were coming back today.""I figured you can deal with a little surprise." He replied tackling her as she climbed into the back of the limo, before proceeding to demonstrate his phenomenal oral skills."Your body missed me," he murmured, "but what about you?""I misse
When Brett showed up at Daisy's apartment later that evening, he found her soaking her aching body in the bathtub. Although he was fresh from a shower after his own workout with his personal trainer, he stripped and slid into the bath behind her, cradling her with his arms and legs. She whimpered as he rocked her. "That good, huh?" He teased, catching her earlobe in his teeth. "Who knew rolling around for an hour with a hot guy could be so exhausting." Ugo had warned her that Karate could cause some bruises on her skin and she was seeing it already. A few shadows were already blooming beneath her skin and they haven't even gotten to the hard stuff yet. "I might be jealous," Brett murmured, squeezing her breasts, "but only if I wasn't certain that Pith isn't attracted to women.""What! He's not?" Brett nodded. Daisy snorted at yet another tidbit of information he shouldn’t have. "No wonder he doesn't seem to notice any of the women that throw themselves at him. Do you also know hi
Ugo joined them in the living room for excellent Chinese, a good bottle of wine, and television. As they flipped channels and laughed over the hilarious names of some Tv shows, Daisy watched as two important people in her life enjoyed some relaxation time and each other's company. They were finally getting along well, ribbing and playfully insulting each other in that way she knew that could. She smiled happily seeing a side of Brett she had never seen before and she fell in love with this side of him. While she hogged one whole side of her sectional sofa, the two of them sat cross-legged on the floor and used the coffee table as a dining table. After their amazing meal, Daisy brought out a box of cookies that had been lying around her kitchen shelf for the longest time. And they started taking turn to grab each shaped cookie with eyes closed."What did I get?" Daisy asked turning the cookie around to get a clearer view."A lion." Ugo giggled. "You hate Lions.""Eww, I'm not eatin
We were now in an open corridor. Rocco stood like a statue at the end of the room, staring into space. Two other guards stood at a reasonable distance, taking the same stance. I snatched my hand back from him, crossing it over my chest. "Good. Then that's settled. But make no mistake, he turned "I'm going to take my pleasure from you, how and when I deem it fit." He threatened. "You dare not!" I challenged, creating a distance between us. "Really," he mused. "Let's see how that goes." "Every single thing about this situation is disappointing," I corrected him, feeling my jaw quiver. I had a temper. So I try so hard to always remain happy and positive. And that was why I surrounded myself with people that really love and care about me. They all knew and understood how bad my temper used to be. As a form of control, I would always remain cold and calm in situations I have no power over. Until I grab a full picture of the situation. But then, in some conditions, I almost alw
I was awakened by the distant sound of the television. Immediately I opened my eyes, I saw Maxine cropped up on a chair at the end of the room. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he muttered. "Where are we?" I croaked, sitting up on the bed and surveying the empty room that had only a bed and a television. Maxine stretched his arms, and sighed. "Home, The Garden." "Thank God." I sighed, before realizing what he meant. "You mean your home is referred to as The Garden?" "Mhmm." He hummed. "Gross." I spat out. "It's a good name." He stood up. "Hollis totally owe me for this." He murmured and left the room, not even saying a goodbye or any other word. My throat felt raw, and my body, emotionally exhausted. I could feel dark isolation seeping through the room like deep depression. I just wanted to go home, to go shopping, boat cruises, clubhouses and the courtroom. I wanted my life back. But even I know I couldn't. Not with the continuous attempt on my life and wi
Maxine gripped the steering wheel and side-glanced me. "Put your seatbelt on, this is going to be fun." I did as I was told, and he hit the red button on the rearview mirror, which caused the garage door to slide open. We drove out onto the gloomy street. Maxine didn't let go of the gas pedal until we were driving well above the speed limit. Darkened street signs flashed by. He sped through a red light, swerving around a car that was patiently waiting for its turn. 'What was the point of making me wear my seatbelt if he was planning on killing the both of us by crashing the car.' With an extended grin, he weaved us in and out of traffic. Eventually we moved away from the city streets and onto a country road. We picked up more speed, but at least there were no other cars to play chicken with. I was able to unclench my teeth and my stranglehold on the security bar against the door, using my free hand to wipe my newly dampened forehead. The car air-conditioner couldn't do anyt
The next time I woke up, the sun was already setting. I was feeling better, rested, though my joints and muscles ached from the lack of movement. As for the bump on my head, it was only sensitive to touch. there was no more throbbing. My hair on the other hand was a tangled mess. My head felt naked when my hair was down. I searched my pockets and then the barren room for anything that I could use to tie it back. The only thing I found was the glass of water that had been refilled, and that I greedily gulped down. The bedroom door had been left open, and hollowed sounds from a Television could still be heard. As soon as the smell of food tickled my nose, my stomach grumbled. The last meal I had eaten was the vegetable sauce my mother made specially for me. How long ago was that? My brain was still too foggy to count back the hours or the days. The thought of my mother sent chills down my spine. I haven't heard from my parents and I knew they would be worried sick. Letting my sto
With a stiff neck, I scanned my surroundings. there wasn't much to decipher. I was in a small room, lit only by the bedside lamp that was on the table next to the bed. There was an armchair with a rose velvet cushion in one corner. The walls were bland and frameless. After waiting for another bout of nausea to pass, I went to the window, holding on to the small table as support for my shaky frame. Outside, the sunsetting sky was of resilient palettes of shady hues, and I was peering over the shadows of endless rooftops. Wherever I was, it was high above a city, at least twenty stories high. Down below, a yellow cab was waiting at a red light on an otherwise empty street. I couldn't decide if I was still in Lilycity. I thought I had a fair recognition of the clock tower that stood at the center of the city square, but it was too distant and I was too tired to be sure. My hand pressed against the glass. I closed my eyes until the dizziness passed, then slowly and painfully moved to
There was a flash of light and distant noises. My head felt like someone was taking an ice pick and pouring heavy chipping on my skull. I decided that death couldn't be this painful, so I was probably not dead or this was what hell was supposed to feel like. My eyes were pried open, and a light came flashing again. This was followed by a groan, like a bear cub. 'was that me?' I managed to flutter my eyes open without anyone's help. Inches away from my face, someone was holding a pen-sized flashlight. I couldn't focus enough to see him, but I could definitely smell him. Light scent of woodberry and some chemicals I remember enduring the mixing process once I snuck into the chemistry laboratory during practicals that were meant for students offering science courses. The ceiling was swimming. I thought I was going to vomit, and I had to let my eyelids drop to stop the spinning. Slowly, the muffled sounds became words. "What's your name, sweetheart." Asked the man with the flashli
I climbed down carefully from the grey van that picked me up from the house. I was going to see a cartel Boss. So there are quite a lot of things that could happen today. It's either I end up dead or I succeed in striking a good deal that will keep my father alive and give my family enough time to pay up the crazy-absurd debt they leveled against my Father. If the stars are in my favor, the money might even be forgiven. But in all, one of these things was going to happen today and I pray my dead body won't be drawn out of the industrial looking premises. As I stood looking around, I got a nudge behind from one of the men. "Move!" He barked at me and like a crippled roach revealed by a light from a handheld torch. I had to put both of my feet to good use. One of the men walked in front, leading the way, while two others walked behind me. "Stop." A baritone voice from a guard stationed at the gate yelled at us. "She's going to go in blindfolded." He read out a rehearsed instruct
The silence at the dinning table felt excruciating and painful. I forced most of the mashed potatoes down my throat and swallowed hurriedly each time, unable to feel the taste of the meal. When the silence became too unbearable, I shifted my meal and turned to my parents. "Let's hear it, what's the problem?" "Eat Ugo." My father said, tapping me gently on the arm. "I'm full, and even if I'm not, I can't take more. I've lost my appetite. What's going on, what's with the silence and brooding, did someone die?" My mother was the first to shake her head. "We didn't lose anyone. But we might as well loose someone if we don't find a solution." She said, "Ada..." My father called in his usual peace-loving manner. "Ugo is not a child, honey. The earlier we start taking....the better." "Please talk to me... anyone. Dad, Mom." "Honey, it's nothing serious....." "Your father was accused of stealing from his company." My mom interrupted. "What?" I looked at my father, hoping he would as
UGO I took in the orderliness of the little room that had always served as my safe space for the longest time. All my childhood memories were still intact, almost as I had left them. My mother had taken it upon herself to preserve all the good memories, making sure not to alter the shape of the room and the position of things as I left them. I tried recalling the last time I visited Lilycity. It's been well over two years. Fairview had found a way to draw me into its tight grasp and sapped me off all my free time. I sighed, recalling my mother's tears at the airport when she came to pick me up. I was initially skeptical that she would be the one to pick me up, but then she somehow managed to convince me with my father's support that she has recovered perfectly since her intestinal surgery. "Poor woman." I murmured regrettably. Pulling my hair into a tight bun, I sat down on the only chair in my room, took in the beauty of the modest-looking room and smiled. What my room lacked in