Laughing, Daisy shoved at his shoulders and he pushed her backward until she sprawled on the floor between the sofa and coffee table. He hovered above her, his arms tight and hard from supporting his weight. His gaze roamed, caressing her bra, then her bare tummy, then her thong and garters. The ensemble she wore post-shower was crimson-red, chosen to keep Brett revved. "You’re my lucky charm," he said. Daisy squeezed his biceps. "Really?" "Yep." He licked the upper swell of her breast. "You’re magically delicious." "Oh my God." She laughed. "You're cheesy now." His eyes smiled at her. "My goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners. Did you like the wine from this evening?" "Yeah, it's quite heavenly. Is it new in the market?" "Yes." He pecked her forehead. "And you're looking at the new owner." "Oh Brett, now we've delved into wines. No wonder you know how to make use of your tongue. You're a great wine taster, aren't you?" Reading all the possible meani
"Omg! how could I have forgotten!" Ugo exclaimed. "What's that?" Daisy asked. "Someone called the house phone earlier today. She said she is your friend. It's weird because you've never mentioned a friend of yours that bears Lana." "What, Lana?" "Yes. Is she your friend?" "Hell no!" Daisy replied. "Now that's not funny. She said she had news and she wants you to call her back. She even left a number and said to give you in case the number you have doesn't go through." Daisy shot a look at Brett. He caught her stare and his eyes took on that familiar hard gleam. "Such a smart ass woman. Did you tell her anything?" She asked Ugo in a low voice. "Tell her anything, like what?" "Like something you wouldn’t want to tell a total stranger and Brett's ex." Brett's face took on a stony cast. He passed Daisy to drop the trash bag, then came back to her side. "You’re friends with Brett's ex?" Ugo asked. "Are you nuts?" "No, I’m not friends with her. I have no idea ho
"Did Brett tell you what he did to her?" Lana asked Daisy."Yes, he did." Daisy replied defensively. "And you're still with him? Don't tell me he's turned you into some heartless...." "Lana, I don't like you, but I don't want you to be a pain. That would suck, big time.""I don't plan to. But you should be more scared of what that other woman would do. A little birdie told me that your so-called man is getting sued for kicking a young man he met in your apartment with your best friend. Is that true?"Daisy looked at Brett and her stomach cramped. He had once kicked a guy for attempting to lay a finger on her one faithful night that she walked in on Ugo with two men. That part was true, but saying that Brett was getting sued...She kept staring at him, then she saw it. He was being sued. The proof was on his face, which was devoid of all emotions, hidden behind a flawless mask."No, it is not true," she answered. "Which part?""I have nothing further to say to you Lana." "You don't
Daisy met Brett sprawled up on the couch, pretending to be asleep. Understanding that to be a sign that he didn't want to talk about her last call, she lay beside him and soon the both of them drifted off to sleep. Daisy drifted in and out of consciousness, plagued by anxiety. In fact, she was awake enough to sense the change in Brett when his heartbeat increased, followed by the tightening of his grip on her arm. His body jerked powerfully, and he whimpered, causing Daisy to wriggle around to face him. Her quick, agitated movements succeeded in waking him up. "What?" he gasped, opening his eyes, with alertness. "What’s wrong?" "I think you were about to slip into a nightmare." She pressed soft kisses over his hot face, wishing her love could be enough to banish the crazy nightmares. Brett tried to sit up but Daisy clung tighter to him, holding him down. "Are you okay?" He asked, running a hand over her, searching for a hurt spot. "Did I hurt you?" "I’m fine." She replied.
Daisy's sleep was interrupted by the vibration of her phone, a call from Madison. She slipped out of the room and found her way to Brett's temporary study. "Hello, Maddie." "Daisy," Madison's vibrant voice echoed from the other end of the line. "Did I call too early? I'm so sorry." "Oh no, you did not. Is everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm kind of trying to confirm your presence at my birthday Monday evening." "Oh!" Daisy exclaimed, cursing under her breath. Regretting that she'd forgotten about Madison's birthday completely. "I... Maddie, can I give you a call back, say in an hour or two with a solid reply to your question?" "Sure." Madison said, after a brief silence. "Umm, it's going to be just you and two of my friends and their boyfriends. I'm really hoping you would come. I don't want to be the odd one amongst them." "Yeah, I understand Maddie. What time is it?" "Six in the evening." "You've got a venue yet?" "Yes. Oxygen lounge. You can locate it with your map. Can
"You're n essence, you need a new social media handler for the foundation's socials and you need a new easy and less complicated website. Something beautiful, yet so easy to navigate. And your name and pictures need to always pop up whenever the foundation is searched on any search engine. You need to be tied to the foundation. There should be links and info about the charities that have benefited from your foundation. There should be a page that thoroughly describes what the foundation is all about." "All of the information are sent out to any of the charity organizations we want to work with." "Great. Add it to your website, people need to know. Do you understand me, Brett Lexington?" She met his raised brows with her own. Then shoved a to-do list in front of him. "We’re defusing all the incoming bombs before they blow. And all my suggestions need to be put in motion before Tuesday. We don't have the luxury of time." Brett took a cursory glance at the paper in front of him, th
Daisy wrapped her arm around him to assure him that the connection between them was still so strong. "There’s a lot I don’t know about you, Brett. It's not that I need to know more in order to make up my mind about us, because nothing could ever make me stop loving you. Absolution nothing. I just feel like your hesitation to share things with me means that you’re not exactly ready."Brett let out a deep breath and nodded. "I understand," He muttered. "Listen to me Daisy, I can’t take the risk that you won’t want forever with me.""I would never think of such, Brett. I won’t survive if I dared." "Great, now I'm certain we're on the same page. What do you want to know?" He asked."Everything." She replied and he made a frustrated noise. "Be specific Sunshine. You need to start with something."Daisy asked the first thing that came to her mind. "Graham Bank. Why are you in control of your uncle's company with majority shares?""The Bank was going through hard times. My Aunt was worrie
"I’ve got a girls’ night out on Monday." Daisy revealed and Brett stilled. Maybe someone who didn’t know him as well as she did wouldn’t have caught that subtle, sharp alertness, but she knew him so well, so she caught it. "Girls’ night doing what, exactly?" He asked. "Dancing, drinking. The usual." She told him. "Is it a manhunt?" "Man... what? Oh my God. She laughed sweetly. "No, it's Madison's birthday. My colleague at work." "The front desk lady, I remember." He hummed. Daisy licked her dry lips, mesmerized by the change in him. He’d gone from intimately playful to intensely focused. "Her friends are coming with their boyfriends. So, Madison kind of needs me as her plus one." Brett was suddenly all business when he said, "I’ll make the arrangements. Car, driver, and security. If you stick to my clubs, your security will stay in the car. But if you're visiting any other club, aside mine, your security is going in with you." Blinking in surprise, she agreed. S