Daisy got reminded of Lana's assertion that Brett had been as possessive over her as he was about Daisy and the thought of that pricked her in a terrible way. "Where are you going with this?" Brett asked, in a voice laced with warm amusement. "You don't get it, do you? Well, you drive the women you've been with nuts because somehow you turn to a sort of grand ultimate prize. That if they can’t have you, they feel like they're settling for less than the best. So they can’t think about not having you. They end up thinking of crazy ways to get you instead.""Except for the very woman I want," he retorted dryly, "who spends a lot of time running in the opposite direction."Daisy stared without hesitation, drinking him in as he stood naked in front of her. Answer one question for me, Brett. Why do you want me, why did you come back when you can have your pick of perfection instead. And I’m really not fishing for compliments or reassurances, just an honest answer, please. He caught her
Daisy slipped into a silk top and a slim pair of pressed slacks and adjusted her gold pop stud. Since she had no hairstyling talent, she pulled her long blond hair back in a simple ponytail, then made up her face. When she was presentable, she forwarded a voice note to Ugo, checking up on her before leaving the bedroom. Brett's voice was heard the moment she stepped into the hallway. A tiny shiver moved through her when she realized he was angry, his voice low and clipped. Brett was never one to rile easily unless he was ticked off with Daisy, the only human that could get him to raise his voice and curse, even shove his hands through his glorious inky black hair. For the most part, Brett was a testament to powerful control. There was no need for him to shout when he could get people to quake in their shoes with just a look. Daisy found him in his home office, with his back to the door and cellphone in place close to his ear. Leaning into the doorjamb, she drank him in. He’d
Daisy pulled in a slow and shaky breath, completely seduced by the smoldering look in Brett's eyes, the tone of his voice, the heat of his body, and the mouthwatering scent of his skin. "Brett" She breathed, drowsy with a feel of him. With a soft groan, he sealed his mouth over hers, stealing away thoughts of what time it was and the fact that they might get to the office late with just his lush, deep kiss...... a kiss that almost succeeded in distracting her from what he said earlier. She pushed her fingers into his hair to hold him still and kissed him back, her tongue slid along his, stroking. Just months ago, they had found a way back to each other and since then, they've been fighting to be together. Neither of them knew what it takes to be in a relationship like the one they were attempting to build, especially as two broken people. Brett's arms banded around Daisy and tightened possessively. "I had plans to spend the weekend with you, away from Fairview and it's rowd
"Brett." Daisy's foot began to tap against the tile. "I can’t just give up my life for you. If I turn into arm candy, you’ll get bored real quick. And for what it's worth, I’ll also get sick of myself. It won't or shouldn't kill us to spend a couple of days straightening out other parts of our lives, even if we hate doing it." She forced out, knowing that her heart wanted something entirely different from what her mouth had just verbalized. But it needed to be said. If there was anything she learnt from her mother, it was the pronounced warning of giving yourself and your man some space once in a while especially if you're married or dating a billionaire. Turning yourself into an arm candy may diminish the way they see you, overtime. And when you finally decide to do something more creative with your time, you might be in for a surprise at their response to your withdrawal. A divorce might follow suit if you're unable to talk it through. Because no matter what you choose to say,
"Don’t you think that’s a little extreme." She prodded. "I’ll have Ugo with me." "You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t trust her with your safety after last night." As he drank his coffee, his posture made it very clear that the conversation was over in his mind. He’d given Daisy his acceptable options and clearly she was not okay with his terms but she didn't get bitchy about it. Especially since she understood that taking care of her was Brett's utmost priority. Her past had skeletons, and dating Brett had put her in a media spotlight that could bring Julian right to her door. Plus, controlling everything around him was just part of who Brett was. It came with the package and she had to make accommodations for that. "Okay," she agreed. "Which hotel is yours?" "I have a few. You can take your pick. Lyon will email you the list. When you’ve decided, let him know and he’ll make the arrangements. We’ll fly out together and return together." Leaning her shoulder into th
"I still have no idea what you see in me that’s hooked you, Brett." "It’s what you see in me, Sunshine," he said quietly, his features softening. "That you can know what I have in me and still want me as much as I want you. I go to sleep every night afraid I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. Or that I scared you away, that I had a nightmare and it made you decide to leave me." "No. Brett. Jesus." Daisy sighed. "I know I don’t tell you how I feel about you in the same way you tell me, but you have me. You know that, don't you?" "Yes, I know you love me, Brett." Insanely, outrageously, obsessively. She wanted to add those words, but she didn't. "I'm caught up with you, Daisy." With his head tilted back, Brett pulled her down for the sweetest of kisses, his firm lips moving gently beneath hers. "I would kill for you," he whispered, "give up everything I own for you...... but I can't, I won’t give you up." He stared at her for a few seconds. "Two days is my limit Daisy. Don’t ask for m
"Got any plans for lunch?" Donald asked Daisy from the top of her counter."I do now, good morning Donald." She greeted happily. "Awesome." His grin was wide and genuine. "Ethan wants to hang out, I told him you could be busy, but he's been on my neck to tell you first before jumping into conclusions.""He's actually right." She replied sweetly. As much as she'd prefer to spend every moment with Brett, but she knew it wasn’t healthy. She needed other friends, especially genuine friends that would give it to her straight when she needed it, and she was going to have to cultivate those kind of friendships if she wanted them. She placed her bag and purse in the bottom drawer, keeping her smartphone out so she could silence it and found a text from Ugo. "I’m sorry, Daisy baby." "Ugo," Daisy sighed. "I love you, even when you’re pissing me off." She murmured. And this time, she did pissed her off royally. No woman wanted to come home to the sight she walked into on her sitting room
Manuel Hampton, Brett's uncle, a man who’d clearly rubbed Brett the wrong way when she saw the two men together at the Mayor's party. Daisy hadn’t gotten any further than typing the Manuel's name in the search box when her desk phone rang. "Are you serious about Paris?" Ugo blew into the phone immediately Daisy picked up, not offering her the opportunity to say a word. "Totally." Daisy replied smiling.There was a pause. "Is this when you tell me you’re moving in with your billionaire boyfriend and I can't come to the house again?" "What? No! Are you nuts?" She squeezed her eyes shut, understanding how insecure Ugo was but thinking they were too far along in their friendship for those kinds of doubts. "You’re stuck with me for life, you know that." "And you just up and decided we should go to Paris?""Pretty much." Daisy replied. "I figured we could sip latte and cola by the pool and live off room service for a couple days." "I’m not sure how much I can pitch in for that." "Don