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
The journey back to Fairview was mostly intimate for Brett and Daisy. They lounged in each other's embrace for most part of their journey home. And when they landed at Fairview, they headed straight to Brett's penthouse. Besides, the coast was now totally clear. The new week started with Daisy on hyper. Brett got Derin to draw up their prenup while they plan on the best day to break the news of their engagement. Fortunately, a day presented itself two days later when the Mayor invited Brett to the town's annual fundraiser Ball with the plan of channeling all the profits gotten from the event towards building more shelter for the impoverished.That night, Daisy and Brett got busy with their outfits. She slid the strapless gown Brett bought for her for the purpose of the party, over her matching bustier. When Brett came in, she literally stopped breathing. Her gaze drank in his reflection in the mirror. Standing behind her in a tuxedo tailored just for him.He was dazzling. So gorgeo
Daisy wrinkled her nose a little, knowing her world was going to change drastically once her single-girl self was subsumed by her identity as Daisy Lexington. "Come on, Gorgeous." They headed over there, weaving through round tables covered in white linens and decorated with golden ribbons and multiple colors of floral garlands that added an absolute wonderful fragrance to the room. Gibson Rayant spotted Brett first. He didn't seem to even recognize Daisy until Brett quite obviously deferred to her by letting her speak first. "Good evening," she said, shaking Emily's and Gibson's hands. "I know you’re both familiar with Brett Lexington, my..." she paused, her brain grinding to a halt. "Fiancé," Brett finished, shaking hands. Congratulations were exchanged. smiles got bigger, eyes brighter and Gibson suddenly shined his eyes in recognition."Honey," he called to his wife. "She works with Donald Reins. Miss Ledwig, right?"He turned to Daisy. She nodded. "Oh my, congratulations on
Leaning into Brett, Daisy whispered, "I have to use the restroom." His head swiveled toward me. "Everything okay?" She nodded. "I'll be right back." She told him. He helped with her seat and she left towards the restroom. She'd just made it past the ballroom entrance, when she ran into a familiar face. "Sheila," She said in surprise, stopping. "I didn’t know you were here." "Daisy...," Sheila called sweetly. "Actually, my boyfriend was wrapped up in a project, so we ran a little late. Missed dinner entirely, but at least I got my hands on one of those strawberry things they served for dessert." "Badass." Daisy said. "Totally." Sheila smiled. Daisy took Sheila's appearance in. She looked really good. Softer, sweeter. Still stunning and sultry in an off sleeve silver dress. Getting away from Manuel Hampton had done her a lot of good. And having a new man in her life surely helped. But then the thought that she could let herself get manipulated into sleeping with Manuel, a
Daisy left Marielle behind before she would open her mouth again and ruined her night. When she started heading toward her table, she saw Sheila Robin sitting in her seat, talking to Brett. "He's still got the hots for her. I believe he fucked her a lot, just like his other women." Daisy stiffened and turned toward the woman talking to her. It was Gloria Hampton. Gloria offered a bland kind of smile and touched Daisy on the arm, like they've known each other for a very long time. "You should watch out for him," she said, looking at Brett. "He's a user. He uses women. I’ve seen it happen before, countless times. More than it should." "I can handle myself." Daisy told her in the kindest voice. She smiled. "They all say that." Her sympathetic smile rubbed Daisy the wrong way, that she turned and pushed her hair behind her ears, showing off her engagement ring in the process. That particular action caught Gloria unaware and she stared at the precious stone in absolute shock. Bu