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NormanEvelyn’s voice came from beside me, casual and light. “Daisy’s here.”“Yeah,” I said. “I saw her.”She tilted her head slightly and looked up at me. “You don’t want to go greet her or something?”I turned to look across the room. Daisy had fallen into conversation with a small group near the far end of the floor— a state commissioner I recognized and two people I didn’t. She was smiling at something one of them had said, a wine glass held loosely in one hand, completely at ease. The black gown catching the light every time she shifted. She looked like she belonged in every room she’d ever walked into and had never once doubted it.The group gradually broke apart the way gala conversations always did, drifting in different directions until she was standing alone, still drinking her wine, eyes moving unhurriedly across the room.“Come,” Evelyn said.Her hand closed around my arm before I could respond, and she was already moving, pulling me gently but purposefully across the floor

Daisy“I’m not drunk,” I laughed.“That place is dangerous!” His voice was tight and careful. “One slip and you could fall, you could get really hurt—”“Since when do you care about me?” The words came out easy, almost amused. I kept my eyes on the city. “You never cared. From the start, remember?”Silence behind me.Then— “I heard what happened in there.” His voice had changed. Quieter now, stripped of the earlier sharpness. “And I am truly sorry for not hearing you out first.”I said nothing.“Daisy?”“Don’t call my name,” I said, suddenly feeling the weight of the entire day settling onto my shoulders all at once. The gala, the man, the slap, the wine, and Norman’s face when he told me I never changed. All of it sitting heavy and exhausting on my chest. “Can you just leave? I don’t need your apology. I don’t need you to understand what happened. I don’t need any of it.”He didn’t say anything for a long moment.Then I heard a loud exhale behind me and then nothing. No footsteps. No

DaisyHe stared at me for a long moment, his arm still around my waist, the city still glittering behind us, his expression doing something I had never seen on Norman White’s face in all the years I had known him. He looked genuinely, completely thrown. Like his brain had received a message it wasn’t prepared to process.I waited, my eyes not blinking.Then he took my hand.We didn’t go back inside. We took the side stairs down, moving through the quiet lower levels of the building without a word, out through a side exit and into the cool night air of the parking structure. His car was on the second level. Black, sleek, exactly what I expected. He unlocked it without slowing down, and I got in, and the door had barely closed behind us before his mouth found mine again.The backseat was warm and dark and smelled like leather and him — that clean, masculine scent that used to drive me crazy. Before I could even catch my breath, his mouth was on mine again.This kiss wasn’t gentle.It wa

NormanI kept thrusting through her orgasm, feeling her cunt spasm and gush around my cock, but I wasn’t ready to finish yet. Not like this.I pulled out slowly, my shaft glistening with her release, thick and throbbing. She whimpered at the loss, legs shaking, barely able to hold herself up against the desk.I stepped back, breathing hard, and sat down on the edge of the bed. I spread my legs wide, cock standing hard and slick between them, veins pulsing, the head shiny with her wetness.“Come here,” I said, voice low and rough.She turned slowly, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, tits out, thighs shiny with her own wetness. She walked toward me on unsteady legs; the sight of her like that — wrecked, obedient, and beautiful made my cock twitch.When she stopped in front of me, I looked up at her and commanded softly:“On your knees. I want it in your mouth.”She sank down immediately, knees hitting the carpet between my spread thi

DaisyI won’t pretend I wasn’t relieved.The moment I heard the front door close behind Steve and his two bags, something in my chest loosened that I hadn’t even realized had been wound tight. I stood in the corridor and listened to the silence of the house and exhaled slowly.It was time. It had been time for a while, if I was being honest with myself, which I was trying to get better at.I had met Steve two years ago at the lowest point of my life. The divorce from Norman had been sudden and brutal in the way that only things you never saw coming can be, and I had been quietly falling apart inside a very composed exterior when Steve had walked in. A mutual friend’s dinner party. He had been warm and attentive and genuinely kind in a way that had felt like exactly what I needed at a time when I needed something desperately. My company had been in the middle of a legal dispute with a competitor that had my lawyers billing me hourly and my board sending concerned emails at midnight. I