"Oh Brett... Don't do this to yourself. You were a child in the hands of an adult who knew all the right buttons to push."
Brett's eyes grew dark and Daisy pressed her lips gently to his own, tasting his scanty tears in the process. "I love you." She repeated. "And I believe you. Brett, none of this was your fault."Brett's hands found her hair. Holding her in place, he ravaged her mouth with desperate kisses. "Don’t leave me, please. You're the only thing I've got going right now. The only one that makes this fucking world habitable for me.""Honey, look at me." She paused and drew away from their passionate kiss. "I’m going to marry you. Leaving you went out of the window a long time ago."He inhaled sharply, looking at her face. Then he pulled her closer. His hands went careless and rough as they slid over her. "Thank you so much Daisy. For giving my life a meaning. I'll love you for the rest of my life."Daisy planted a kiss on his lip, shutting him up. "AreWhen Daisy got to her desk, she found a voicemail from Willock Hampton. She debated for a moment whether she should continue to pursue the truth. Willock wasn’t a man she wanted to invite any deeper into her life. But she was haunted by the look on Brett's face when he told her about his past, and the sound of his voice.... it was so hoarse with recalled shame and agony. She felt his pain like it was her own. In the end, there was no other choice, so she returned Willock's call and asked him out to lunch. "Lunch with a gorgeous lady like you, count me in." There was excitement in his voice. "Any time you are free this week would be great." Daisy told him. "How about today? I'm free for the rest of the day, and I'm barely fifteen minutes away from your work place." He suggested. "Great! That works for me, perfectly. I'll see you by noon then." They set the best time for lunch and Daisy hung up. When noon rolled by, she went downstairs and found W
At noon, Brett sat at the Anchor-rim restaurant, visibly tired and impatient. He stole another glance at his wristwatch and drew in a breath, waiting for whomever he was meant to be having a meeting with. Just when he was about to leave the hidden booth he was seated in, a tall, overpowering figure appeared at the entrance of the booth. "Lexington." He called. "Genovese." Brett responded. "May I sit?" "Of course." Genovese took a seat opposite Brett and the two men stared at each other briefly. "To what do I owe this...." Brett asked, relaxing his back. "You know why I'm here." "I have no idea. Why you are here?" Brett insisted. Another moment of silence passed between them. Brett let his gaze linger all over Genovese's body, taking in his outfit and searching for any irregularity that could be a cause for concern. Genovese drew his cheeks back. "I cleaned up for you man. Erased any evidence that could be linked to your name. It was all me. You should stop looking
When she was done for the day, Daisy ditched the SUV as usual and walked home instead. Ben sat behind the wheels of the car and tagged along, driving right behind her, ever ready to pull over and pick her up.Before now, the SUV tagging along used to irritate her, but after her conversation with Brett earlier, she found herself cherishing the lingering connection the SUV represented.She crossed over to the other part of the road and paused. Turning to Ben, she smiled and waved at him, in response he blew the car horn and she continued her journey home in high spirits.Dr. Violet may have been right. Taking time away from each other and sexual abstinence had done a lot of good for herself and Brett. Somehow, the distance between them had made their relationship stronger.It made them appreciate each other and their level of trust was noteworthy. Daisy realized that she loved Brett now, more than ever, and was certain Brett felt the same way.Soon, she was home. When she entered her ap
Daisy shook her head, refusing to believe the conclusion the whole narration was rushing in her head. "I believe that whatever happened to Julian took place at the Anchor-rim that night and they camouflaged it as a road accident. I don't know the back story, how they were able to do it without anyone's notice. I would love to know, but that might complicate things. So, letting sleeping dogs lie seems to be the best option right now." "U.U, are you sure about this?" "You know me too well, Daisy. I don't make baseless assumptions. "The street cameras around the area were miraculously down for an upgrade just around the same time." "Coincidence," Daisy said hoarsely. Her heart was literally pounding. In a distant part of her brain, she knew Ugo was right and everything she was saying was true but she still refused to believe any of it. "If you think so." Ugo shrugged. "But I know, you know I'm saying nothing but the truth. I can't prove it, yet. If I wan
Brett had Ben drive Daisy back home that night. He explained to her that he needed to be certain everything was taken care of before they could get back together like before. He was afraid for her safety, he didn't want her to get dragged into any sort of danger and the best way he could make sure of that was keeping her away for the time being. Painting a picture to the world that they were separated, until he was certain. The information Ugo shared with Daisy almost an hour ago had changed her life. Finding out the truth didn't help matters either because she still couldn't be with Brett the way she wanted. He just didn't want to take the chance. Even if she had pleaded with him nonstop, she knew he wouldn't have agreed to let her stay over. He was too meticulous and maybe scared of losing her. "God!" She cursed under her breath. Her heart was racing with lots of emotions. Brett needed her now, so much. But he wouldn't let her stay. She needed him too. Yet she had no choice
All his worries about how Daisy would react to what he’d done for her suddenly melted away. In truth, Daisy had been worried, not because of what he did for her, but because she was not a bit angry but grateful that he did it for her. 'Did that in any way mean she's a bad person?' No way. Recalling Julian's hands all over her and forcibly having his way with her, felt like enough reason to feel nothing but gratitude for what Brett did. If being glad and grateful the fucker was dead made her twisted, then so be it. Brett took a deep breath. His hand reached up to his chest and he rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him. "I love you," she told him, and her eyes stung with fresh tears. "I love you so much. Sunshine." He reached her with quick strides, dropped his keys on the floor and shoved both hands into her damp hair. Brett was shaking, and Daisy cried, overwhelmed by the knowledge of how much he needed her. Tilting her head to the angle he wanted, Brett took her
Her thighs hit the mattress and she landed on her butt, falling to her back with Brett leaning over her.. He hitched her up with an arm bounded around her back, centering her on the bed before he settled atop her. His mouth found her breast and his soft and moist lips settled on her nipple with fast and greedy suction. "Christ, I’ve missed you," he groaned. Daisy welcomed the warm feel of his skin on her cool flesh, and his weight, reminding her of the long nights without him. She hooked her legs around his calves and shoved her hands beneath his waistband to grip his hard ass, tugging him into her, arching her hips to feel his cock through the cotton that separated them, wanting him inside her, so that she'd know for certain that he was hers again. "Say it," she coaxed, needing the words he swore were inadequate. He pushed up and looked down at her, gently brushing her hair back from her forehead. "I’ll say it first. I love you."Brett closed his eyes and quivered. Wrapping his
Lifting her to him, his hands were everywhere, his muscled body strained upward and Daisy cupped his face, licking fast into his mouth, trying to satisfy her thirst for him. Brett reached between her legs, his fingers delved reverently into her cleft and soft pads of his fingers stroked over her clit and skirted the trembling opening to her sex. With her lips pressed to him, Daisy moaned, her hips circled. He fingered her leisurely, building her need, and his kiss gentled into a slow, deep fucking of her mouth. The pleasure crowded her entire body, almost stopping her from breathing. She quivered as Brett cupped her in his hand and his long middle finger slid lazily into her while his palm rubbed against her clit and his fingertip stroked over delicate tissues. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place, restraining her. He reached between her legs, and delved his fingers reverently into her cleft. The pads stroked over her clit and skirted the trembling opening to