The SUV was waiting at the curb when Daisy stepped out of the restaurant. Ben climbed out and opened the rear door for her. "How did you know where I was?" She asked, unsettled by his unexpected appearance. His answer was to smile kindly and bow slightly from the waist. "This is creepy, Brett," She complained as she slid into the backseat. "I agree with you Miss Ledwig. But I'm just doing my job. Ben dropped her off in front of the L-building, and she hurried into the lobby. She managed to catch an open elevator just before the doors closed. There were about three more people in the car with her. She stood in the front corner and tried to put her personal life out of her mind. Reminding herself that she was at work and the worst thing she could do would be to deal with her personal issues at work. The other people in the elevator all filed out and she was all alone, hoping to alight on the next floor. But the elevator didn't stop. Causing her to become alarmed. She moved c
The moment she walked into the house, she saw Ugo spawn on one of the chairs in the sitting, remote in hand, swiping through Tv channels. "Where's the Nurse?" Daisy asked."I sent her home. I'm fine, not some invalid." Ugo replied lazily. "Just a couple of plaster here and there. How was work?"Daisy nodded. "Not too bad.""You look like crap," she said, muting the television. "Look who’s talking," Daisy shot back, feeling too raw to take any criticism. "I got mobbed by some crazy ass kids while wearing an eight inch heel. What’s your own excuse." Daisy arranged one of the throw-pillows absentmindedly, while Ugo watched her, certain that something was troubling her."I had lunch with Ray. He wants another chance with me. I can't even believe that.""What! That's... not unexpected. Was it because of the kiss?""Don't know what his deal is, honestly.""Bet he ruined your day.""My whole day, yes.""Daisy baby," Ugo drawled. "I want to sympathize with you," she said sitting. "I reall
Daisy had a terrible night's rest. Such that she tossed and turned all through, drifting in and out of consciousness. Since Ugo sent the Nurse away, she insisted on sleeping in her room. According to the result of most of the scans and tests Ugo took, she was looking good and there was nothing absolutely definitive to worry about, but the guilt of not being there for her friend when she got hurt didn't let her be. She felt like she needed to be there for her now, even if she was battling with sleepless nights. Just before six, she gave up the idea of ever falling asleep and she got out of bed. Grabbing her phone, she headed back to the living room with the intention of brewing some coffee in the kitchen. After fixing herself a cup of coffee, she sat down and started turning imaginary leaves in her head. What exactly did she do Brett? Why was he acting this way? She wasn't worried about breaking up with him. If it is what this whole drama is about. Then it was okay to break up
Daisy checked on Ugo the minute she got home, she was sound asleep. She headed straight to her room and took a cool shower, then crawled into bed. She pulled her phone out and continued her letter to Brett. Needing to express her thoughts and reservations in a mature and coherent manner, so that he would understand every single thing she was feeling. Then she started. "I'm writing because I fear I'll plead if I come to you again. If you're not aware that you're hurting me, then I strongly believe that this letter won't resolve our issues. But I'm going to write it anyway. I've been unhappy without you, I ache for you, I think about you and our time together and wonder if everything we share means nothing to you anymore. I would literally do anything for us Brett, my heart aches for you. Yet, you're out there with her, shutting me out, instead of reaching out to me. I feel so alone. I despise myself that I still want you, despite knowing you've been with her. I detest how much the
Pulling out abruptly, Brett flipped Daisy over onto her belly and yanked her hips up. She gripped her headboard, pressed her face into the pillow and waited for him to push into her.She shivered when she felt his breath against her buttocks. Then she jerked violently at the feel of him licking along her cleft. He rimmed her with the tip of his tongue, stimulating the opening to her rear. A broken sound escaped her. Her tight ring of her anal muscle flexed, responding helplessly to the delicate flutters Brett's touches were giving her. He squeezed both of her cheeks in his hands. Daisy gasped, opened and parted for him in every way he wanted. Completely exposed to him, his kisses, his touch and his stroking."Oh." She moaned, tensed all over. Brett's tongue was inside her, thrusting. Her entire body began to quake from the feeling, her toes curled, and her lungs heaved as he possessed her shamelessly and without reservation. "Ah...... God." She lifted herself into his mouth, givin
Daisy stopped by Ugo's room before she left for work in the morning. She pushed the door open gently and peeked in. and noticed that Ugo was sleeping, she started closing the door when she heard Ugo's voice. "Hey," she murmured, blinking at Daisy. "Hey." She entered. "How are you feeling?" "I’m great. Dozed off from boredom last night." She rubbed at the corners of her eyes. "Everything all right?" "Yeah.... just checking up on you. I'll leave for work soon. Will definitely get you cupcakes while coming back." Daisy said, yawning. Ugo looked at her. "I kept some pizza for you in the fridge yesterday. Did you see it?" "I wasn't really hungry when I got back. So I didn't check." "You should take a bite before leaving for work. You must be hungry now." "Huh?" Daisy asked. Ugo let out a short laughter. "What kind of food does Lexington eat? Is it fruit or does he take vitamins." "Now you're speaking in riddles U.U. What has Brett got to do with our discussion?" "
Daisy was up a bit late the next morning, it was the weekend and in the absence of work, she had no urgent need to get up early. Feeling groggy and grumpy but no longer overwhelmingly tired. She strolled to Ugo's room to check up on her before heading to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. The doorbell rang just as she was about to settle into the sofa. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered who could be at her door. Brett was one of the four people she placed on the list to get past the front desk, so she felt he could be the one. Excitement rushed down her body as she headed to the door.And when she opened it, it was her mother. Bridget swept right past her in a fancy red flattering dress that she pulled off comfortably. Looking young enough to be her daughter's sister. She raked a glance over Daisy's comfortable nightwear before saying, "Honey, oh my God, did you hear?""Hear what?" Daisy asked, drawing her brows together."Christ you have no idea." She pulled Daisy into a tight
"I'm serious, Daisy Ledwig. Watch your damn weight. There's nothing funny about that." Bridget scolded. Daisy found her mother's persistence even more funny. So, she laughed some more until she fell on the bed. "Oh, stop it." Bridget shoved at Daisy's shoulder. "This is not funny." But Daisy laughed until a few tears streaked down her cheeks. "Daisy, really?" Bridget said, now smiling. She giggled sweetly and tapped Daisy gently on her lap. Finally, she gentled down and gave her mother an appreciative stare. Bridget's presence somehow turned out to be just what she needed. With her hands on her now cramping stomach, she took a deep cleansing breath. "Did he give it to him?" Daisy asked softly. Bridget's smile faded. "Who?" "Dad." "Give what to who?" "The money. Did he give it to Julian?" "Oh....." Bridget gasped and Daisy waited. "No." She said. "He would never give it to him. Your father is smarter than that. His mind doesn’t work that way. He told him to go to hell and
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