Daisy knew she needed to cut Brett off , but she felt stringed out from the desire to be with him, which in turn, held her in. She was suppose to let him know that Saturday night was the last time she'd wanted to see him, but she couldn't. Memories of how good his lips felt on hers and the electrifying feeling of his hand on the small of her back laced her thoughts. She found herself wanting to experience it all, again and even more. But her pan of senses pushed a bit forward. "Brett, we don’t have any reason to have lunch together. I believe we've sorted these things out on Saturday night. I'd like to just leave it at that." Brett's voice turned gruff. He hissed with frustration. "I know I fucked up. Don't you want to hear me out at least. Let me explain." "You don’t have to. There's really no need for the explanation. We had an agreement and there was no way it was going to change." "Daiz, I need to see you.""I don’t want to." She insisted. "We can do this the easy way, Daiz
Brett felt a heavy painful pang in his chest. He rubbed it briefly and shoved a hand through his hair, exhaling harshly. "You don’t mean that."Daisy suddenly felt exhausted, from the continuous fight within herself over Brett. "I really mean it, Brett. Remember our agreement at the hotel. After Saturday night, I get to decide if I want to see you again or not. And you owe me the right to stay away if I ask you to..." She paused. "You and me......we can't do more than acquaintances, and even at that, I don't want to keep running into you. Brett, I don't want to go down that road again, not after the mess I went through from the last one. This thing right here, is a mistake."Brett's jaw tightened, his heart heaved with the possible fear of loosing Daisy. "This is not a mistake, the way I handled Saturday night, was a mistake and I'm sorry."Daisy stared at him, startled by the fierceness of his honesty. "I wasn’t really talking about just Saturday night, Brett. I’m talking about my l
Daisy took a bite of her meal and moaned sweetly when she got a full hit of it's flavor. It was a traditional meal. She had first had a taste at Oakland when she paid a visit to Ugo's parents and ever since, she got hooked. The taste was divine. "Good, right?" He asked. "Very good. In fact, if you keep this up, I might consider keeping you to myself forever." She joked and wiped her mouth and hands. "That would please me, Daisy." He paused and looked at her. "Do you find exclusivity far fetched, for you?" He asked, setting his cutlery down. There was a loud stillness to his words and Daisy tried guessing what he was thinking, but came up empty. "To clear any doubts, I'm trying to say that there won’t be any other men for you as long as we're together, Daisy." A shiver moved through her at his blunt finality, The tone and steadiness in his gaze touched a part of her. Just as Daisy had grown and evolved over the years, so has he. There was now an even darker side to him that Daisy
Daisy looked at him with raised brows. "How did you know what I’m thinking?""You get this look on your face when you’re turned on. And I plan to put that look on your face as often as possible." Brett replied.He covered his plate and stood, withdrawing a business card with his home, office and personal phone numbers at the back from his pocket, he set it down beside Daisy. "Call me whenever you want to, Daisy. When you need someone to talk to, when you need anything at all." He brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. "Can I call you whenever I feel like?" He asked. Daisy wrinkled her nose. She covered her plate and wiped her hand and mouth. "Yes, you can." She replied. "Thank you for the meal, it was delicious.""It was my pleasure." He leaned over her and pressed his lips briefly to hers. "Do you need to use the washroom?""Yes. I need my toothbrush from my purse, too."A few minutes later, Daisy found herself standing in a washroom hidden behind a door that blended sea
One of the cars in the left bank of elevators arrived. Madison, the receptionist at Daisy's floor stepped out and Brett stepped in, his gaze locked with Daisy's until the doors closed. "Whew," Madison said. "Girl, you've scored."Not having any words to reply Madison with, Daisy smiled. The whole stuff was still new and she didn't went to go ahead of herself with tales. She was afraid to jinx it. As it kept ringing in her head that the feelings of happiness she was feeling wouldn’t last. Everything was going too well, and that was not her, that was not how peaceful her life use to be. Chaos was always part of her life.She m rushed to her desk and got to work. "Daisy, she looked up to see Donald standing in the threshold of his office. "Can I talk to you for a minute." "Of course." She replied, hoping he wasn't upset she came back late or maybe he wanted to admonish her for hanging out with his Boss. Her thoughts kept running wild as she grabbed her tablet, even though his grim face
The day at the gym had commenced with hitting the treadmills first. Brett refused to let Daisy out of his sight throughout their session. One time, he had briefly stepped over to the bike while daisy did squats with shoulder weights. One of the trainers came up to assist her as anyone would expect in a top-of-the-line gym. He was handsome and very nicely built. "Hi," he greeted her, with an accommodating smile that showcased his teeth. "First time here, right. I haven’t seen you in here before.""Yes, first time.""I’m Jamie." He extended his hand, and Daisy gave him a handshake."Daisy." "Are you finding everything you need, Daisy." "So far so good, thanks.""It's my pleasure. Did you get the tour of the gym and it's surrounding. If not, permit me take you around." He touched Daisy's elbow lightly and gestured toward the stairs. "As a first timer, you're entitled to a free hour of personal training. We could do that tonight or make an appointment for later in the week.""Oh, I re
Brett took a step back and took in the whole of Daisy. He gulped in air as it dawned on him that she belonged to him in more ways than she can imagine. Daisy stepped up to him, pushing her hands up beneath his shirt to feel his damp, sweaty skin and the hardness of the muscles beneath it. "Get naked, now." He laughed as he took off his sneakers and yanked his top over his head. "Oh my God....." she gasped, taking him in, all of him. His shorts hit the floor and Daisy gasped. The man was perfection. There wasn’t an ounce of excess flesh on him anywhere, just hard slabs of toned muscle. He had that abdominal V line that Ugo calls the Adonis Belt.He was the embodiment of everything Daisy coveted, fantasized about, and wished for. "I must have died and gone to heaven," Daisy said out loud unashamedly.Brett giggled. "I'm glad you like what you see Daisy." He came to her with a strong purr of their lips. She slipped and landed on the bed, and barely caught her breath before Brett came o
Her gaze was riveted to his gorgeous face. His features were harsh and filled with lust, his eyes were so dark and dilated and Daisy knew she was staring into the face of a man who had passed the limits of his control. She felt several swarms of joy that he had made all that effort because of her, because he'd wanted so much to pleasure her and prepare her for what would be a hard ride. Her hands fisted in the bedspread, anticipation building. He had made sure she got her pleasure, over and over again. This would be for him. "Brett," she called gently, touching his face, "Fuck me," she ordered, daring him with her eyes. "Daisy." He called out her name as he rammed into her. She gasped in slight pain and huge pleasure. He was big, hard, and so damn deep. The connection was startlingly intense that she felt so completely taken, possessed, owned. Emotionally and otherwise. With Brett's hands restraining her and his total dominance of her body, her desire and pleasure was ratcheted t