Dr. Violet was tall, with neatly groomed gray hair and sharp yet kind eyes. Her office was tastefully decorated in neutral shades and her furniture was extremely comfortable, something noteworthy of everyone's visits to her.Aside from being her therapist, Dr. Violet has been Daisy's mom’s shrink for the last couple of years. She watched as the older woman settled into the gray wingback chair across from the sofa Brett sat.Dr. Violet's keen gaze shifted between them, clearly noting how they'd each taken seats on opposite ends of the sofa, their stiff postures revealed their defensiveness. Flipping open the cover of her tablet, Dr. Violet said, "Shall we start with the cause of the tension between the both of you?"Daisy waited a beat, to give Brett a chance to speak first. But she wasn’t surprised when he just sat there, silent. "Well, in the last twenty-four hours I’ve met the fiancée I didn’t know Brett had." "I don't have a fiancée," Brett growled. "Well, he proposed to her a
Dr. Violet's brows rose when Daisy uncrossed and recrossed her legs, nodding. "Multiple times, daily." Brett stepped in, "on average."Laying her tablet flat on her lap, Dr. Violet met Brett's gaze. "Is this level of sexual activity customary for you?""Nothing about my relationship with Daisy is customary, Doctor.”"What was the frequency of your sexual encounters prior to reuniting with Daisy?"Brett's jaw tensed, and he glanced at Daisy. "It’s okay," she told him. He reached his hand out, closing the distance between them. Daisy placed her hand in his and appreciated the reassuring squeeze he gave her. "Twice a week," he said tightly. "On average."The number of women quickly added up in Daisy's mind. Her free hand fisted in her lap. Dr. Violet sat back. "Daisy has brought up concerns of infidelity and lack of communication in your relationship. How often is sex used to resolve disagreements?" Brett's brow arched. "Before you assume Daisy is suffering under the demands of my ov
Daisy's heart ached in her chest. "I like you now, Brett. I just don’t like you keeping secrets. It’s going to break us up." "Don’t let it," he murmured, tracing his brows with his fingertip. "Trust me." "Well, you have to trust me back." Folding over her, he pressed his lips softly to hers. "Don’t you know, Sunshine." He breathed. "There’s no one I trust more." Sliding her arms beneath his jacket, she hugged him, soaking up the warmth of his lean, hard body, worrying that they were beginning to drift from one another. Brett pressed the advantage, his tongue dipped into her mouth, lightly touching and teasing her with velvet licks. Deceptively unhurried. Daisy sought a deeper contact, needing more, always more. Hating that aside from this, he gave her so little of himself. He groaned into her mouth, an erotic sound of pleasure and need vibrated through her. Tilting his head, he sealed those beautifully sculpted lips. The kiss deepened, their tongues stroking, their breaths
Looking into her worried eyes, Daisy let Ugo see how worn down she was and received a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder. "We’ll take it easy this weekend. We'll recharge, we both need it. Will you be alright tonight?""I’ve got her." Brett straightened from his perch on the lip of Daisy's bathtub, where he’d taken off his boots. "That doesn’t mean I’m not here." Ugo pressed a quick kiss to Daisy's temple. "Holler if you need me." The look Ugo gave Daisy before she left the room spoke volumes. She wasn’t comfortable with Brett sleeping over. Truth was, even Daisy had some reservations, too. She felt her lingering wariness over Brett's sleep disorder was contributing a lot to her wild emotional state. As Ugo had recently said, the man she loved was a ticking time bomb, and she share a bed with him. She rinsed out her mouth and dropped her toothbrush back into its holder. "I need a shower." She had taken one before she slept off, but now she was feeling dirty again. Cold sweat clung
"Brett.... please." Daisy pleaded.He kissed her temple. "I'll say when." She nodded and her grip loosened automatically. He stepped back and away from her, and his hand dropped to fist his dick. Daisy shifted restlessly, her attention turned to his hand. As the distance between them widened, she began to ache, her body responding to the loss of Brett's. "See something you like?" He purred, pleasuring himself. Astonished that he’d taunt her after denying her, she looked up and her breath caught. Brett was burning slowly, too. She couldn’t think of another word to describe him. He was watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze like he wanted to eat her up, alive. His tongue slid leisurely along the seam of his lips, as if he tasted her. When he caught the full lower curve between his teeth, Daisy curved lowly, feeling warmth between her legs. She knew that look so well..... knew what came after it...... knew how feral he could be when he wanted her that badly. It was a look that scream
It wasn't until a little past seven o’clock in the morning when Daisy slipped out of her bedroom. She had been up most of the night, watching Brett sleep. It was such a rare treat, because she hardly ever managed to wake up before he did. She walked down the hallway until it emptied into the expansive open floor plan of the main living area. It was ridiculous that she lived in an apartment large enough for a family, all by herself. But she'd long ago learned to pick her battles when it came to arguing with her parents over her safety. There was no way they were budging on location or security features like a doorman and front desk, but the idea of exploiting her cooperation on her living arrangements to get them to ease up on other points crossed her mind.She was in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing when Ugo joined her. She strolled in looking amazing in a pair of gray sweats. "Morning, Daisy baby," she murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple as she passed her.
"Still, I'm sorry it ended the way it did." Daisy said."He's a great guy. But then, I guess it's fine this way. Besides, I’m not ready for the stress and demands of a complicated relationship right now. I’m working a lot. I’m not stable enough yet to be fucked up in the head. Her lips pursed. "You might want to think about that, too." Daisy nodded, understanding where she was coming from and not disagreeing, but still unwavering in her decision to see her relationship with Brett through. "Brett knows me. He understands and tries to work around my issues. He’s working for this, too, U.U. It’s not easy for him, either." Daisy explained."So, between us, do you think Lexington had sex with his ex? Ugo asked bluntly. "No.""Are you sure, Daisy baby?"Sucking in a deep breath, Daisy took a fortifying gulp and admitted, "Mostly. I think I’m the one doing it for him now. It’s pretty hot with us, you know. But his ex has some kind of hold on him. He says it's guilt....""And that explai
When Monday morning came, Daisy felt recharged, like things were finally settling back into their natural pre-Lana rhythm. While she was trying to settle down in her space at Lex and Gibson. Her phone rang."Hi, Daddy." Geoffrey laughed. "How’s my girl?""Causing trouble and enjoying it." Daisy replied. "How are you?" "I'm doing great and also halting your mother from storming into your office complex. She's terribly upset." "But why is that?" Daisy asked, pretending like she didn't know the answer to her question. She sighed, grateful that she managed to move out of her mom’s suffocating orbit and knowing that it was one of the best decisions she'd ever made. "I miss you, Daddy." She told her father.""You know the road to the house, sweetheart. Why don't you come home for a while. We could and see in about three weeks if that works for you.""Oh my God, Dad. I would love that. I’d love to see you.""Or we'll pay you a visit. Your mom tells me you have enough rooms for five. I'll