The Threat

Before I leave my car, I down the last bit of the cognac bottle and get out.

Instead of heading to the front door, though, I walk to the backyard and get in through the kitchen door.

My Daisy is already here, cooking something delicious. She was humming a song and moving her plump hips from side to side before looking at me and giving me yet another annoyed eye roll.

“Forgive me,” I demand, taking a few steps closer to her, “Forgive me now.”

“Of course, I forgive you,” she says with a bored voice. I growl and walk closer to grab her. Daisy gasps, finally looking at me with something other than distaste in her eyes. She’s shocked by my attack, “What is this about?”

“I want you to be normal Daisy again,” I demand, realizing I’m drunker than I thought because then I hug her waist, allowing myself to touch her more than ever before. My hands dare to roam down her ass too, “Please, Daisy, I don’t like you being like this. I know you’re mad, but I won’t let you go no matter what, so I’m b