Brett pulled Daisy's hips to the very edge of the desk with her legs on either side of him, exposing her cleft to his gaze. "So tell me Baby, what made this pretty cunt so greedy today?""You.""Perfect answer."Daisy pushed at his shoulder. "Your suit reminded me of when we met. I wanted to fuck you so bad that day, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Now I can."He pressed her thighs wide with gentle hands, and stroked over her clit with his thumb. Her sex quivered as pleasure pulsed through her. "Now I can," he repeated her words.Daisy grasped desperately at the cushion beneath her. Her stomach tightened as his tongue licked leisurely through her slit. He rimmed the trembling opening to her sex, teasing her before his tongue sank into her. She arched violently, her back bowed as he tormented the tender flesh of her sex. "Let me tell you how I imagined you that day," he purred, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue."I imagined you spread beneath me on that hockey pitch
"You had a beautiful moment with Dr. Violet today?" Daisy asked after cleaning up. "Yes. She thinks my nightmares will keep getting better and overtime, the bad ones will be replaced by good memories." "Did you tell her that you've not had any nightmare since three days?" She pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge while Brett arranged his tie. "I did. She thinks they'll come back, but not as fierce and tough as before." He shrugged. "And Lana?" "What's the correlation between Lana and my shrink?" "Daisy took a seat opposite him. "You know what I'm asking about. Don't play the dumb card with me." Brett took a seat opposite her. "You're sure you don't need to get back to work, it's actually getting late." She checked her wristwatch and shook her head. "Nah, I have up to ten more minutes. Tell me." He took the leftover water she placed on the table and gulped it down. Daisy headed back to the fridge and brought another water for him. "Her book has been placed on indefini
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
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