When Daisy got back to her office space, she felt at peace while she anticipated her therapy session with Brett at Dr. Violets. But her plans were ruined when Brett called and announced gruffly that he had to sort out some pending issues with some of his investors and as hard as he had tried, there was no way he could push the job to someone else.She sighed and made a quick call to Eric, telling him that she'll be going for her Karate session a bit earlier than usual.5:00pm came and Daisy made her way to the lobby while texting her boyfriend . Brett's SUV was at the curb already and she saw Eric parked a bit farther. She waved warmly at Ben and went straight to her waiting car.Normally, she would have had Ben take her to Pith's studio. But she knew better than not to take the car her parents sent to her. Bridget Ledwig would definitely breathe fire and brimstone down her head if she tried.She gasped in shock when she saw Ugo, already seated behind the car, waiting expectantly for

Brett growled. "You think I went with Lana because I was overcome with the need to be with her and get away from you?" "I don’t know, Brett. You ditched me, you’re the one with the answers.""Daisy, you forget so soon? You ditched me first." Her mouth fell open. "I did not." "The hell you did. Almost the second we arrived, you took off. I had to hunt you down and when I did, you were dancing with that prick.""Armstrong is my cousin, I told you that already.""A distant cousin." He said in a form of reminder. And believe me Daisy, I don’t care if he’s a damned priest. He wants to nail you.""Oh my God, that’s absurd. Stop deflecting, Brett. You were talking business with your associates. It was awkward standing there. For them as well as me.""Daisy, that's your place, right there, beside me, that's where you ought to be. Awkward or not."Her head jerked back as if he’d slapped her. "Excuse me, come again please." "How would you feel if I walked away from you at a Lex and Gibson e

Dr. Violet was tall, with neatly groomed gray hair and sharp yet kind eyes. Her office was tastefully decorated in neutral shades and her furniture was extremely comfortable, something noteworthy of everyone's visits to her.Aside from being her therapist, Dr. Violet has been Daisy's mom’s shrink for the last couple of years. She watched as the older woman settled into the gray wingback chair across from the sofa Brett sat.Dr. Violet's keen gaze shifted between them, clearly noting how they'd each taken seats on opposite ends of the sofa, their stiff postures revealed their defensiveness. Flipping open the cover of her tablet, Dr. Violet said, "Shall we start with the cause of the tension between the both of you?"Daisy waited a beat, to give Brett a chance to speak first. But she wasn’t surprised when he just sat there, silent. "Well, in the last twenty-four hours I’ve met the fiancée I didn’t know Brett had." "I don't have a fiancée," Brett growled. "Well, he proposed to her a

Daisy's heart ached in her chest. "I like you now, Brett. I just don’t like you keeping secrets. It’s going to break us up.""Don’t let it," he murmured, tracing his brows with his fingertip. "Trust me.""Well, you have to trust me back." Folding over her, he pressed his lips softly to hers. "Don’t you know, Sunshine." He breathed. "There’s no one I trust more." Sliding her arms beneath his jacket, she hugged him, soaking up the warmth of his lean, hard body, worrying that they were beginning to drift from one another. Brett pressed the advantage, his tongue dipped into her mouth, lightly touching and teasing her with velvet licks. Deceptively unhurried. Daisy sought a deeper contact, needing more, always more. Hating that aside from this, he gave her so little of himself. He groaned into her mouth, an erotic sound of pleasure and need vibrated through her. Tilting his head, he sealed those beautifully sculpted lips. The kiss deepened, their tongues stroking, their breaths quickeni

"Brett.... please." Daisy pleaded.He kissed her temple. "I'll say when." She nodded and her grip loosened automatically. He stepped back and away from her, and his hand dropped to fist his dick. Daisy shifted restlessly, her attention turned to his hand. As the distance between them widened, she began to ache, her body responding to the loss of Brett's. "See something you like?" He purred, pleasuring himself. Astonished that he’d taunt her after denying her, she looked up and her breath caught. Brett was burning slowly, too. She couldn’t think of another word to describe him. He was watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze like he wanted to eat her up, alive. His tongue slid leisurely along the seam of his lips, as if he tasted her. When he caught the full lower curve between his teeth, Daisy curved lowly, feeling warmth between her legs. She knew that look so well..... knew what came after it...... knew how feral he could be when he wanted her that badly. It was a look that scream