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
"You should get some sleep." Brett said, a couple of minutes later. "I'm not feeling sleepy." Daisy replied. "Where are we now?" "Less than an hour away from Lakeview." "It's such a long road trip. We could have taken a flight." Brett nodded. "But that wouldn't give us the opportunity to sort out this heavy log hanging above our heads. Sunshine." He called caressing her hair. "Henceforth, you'll never have to worry about Lana. I'll make sure of that." Daisy felt a warmth spread through her skin. She thought of all the work and time Brett had put in to make sure they had this weekend to themselves. He had worked so hard over the week, taking up more tasks than usual. Just for the two of them. And here she was, giving him so much stress. She's supposed to be his peace, sort of. He's been nothing but honest with her. If he's ever open up to her about something, he'll always tell the truth. And he's bent all his rules for her, making her understand that she had him and he was
Daisy placed her head on Brett's string shoulder. She felt good, it's been a while since she felt that good, and she was grateful to Brett for giving them the time away to enjoy each other. They were perfect together when they were alone. "I can't wait to see the lake house." She told him. "You look being close to the lake?" She nodded. "I’ve always loved being close to the water. My father has a lake house. We've been there for holiday a few times. I remember walking along the shore with my mother during one of our times there and thinking I would buy something on the water for myself one day." He squeezed her hand and draped his free arm around her shoulders. "So let’s do it. How about we see the lake house and if you love it, we can buy it." Daisy glanced up at him, loving the feel of his arm on her shoulder of. "Is it the lake house for sale?" He looked down at her. "Everything’s for sale at the right price. We'll buy it, if you like it. And we'll get a good interior
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