Daisy Taylor Chastity Novels & Stories

Daisy was no longer crying, but I could tell she was seething and boiling with pure rage as we finally made our way into the house. “I want her head!” Daisy snapped abruptly. “I want her head! I want Layla!” “No one wants that more than I do,” I growled, taking off my jacket. “No one wants to see them both die painfully in the most painful manner ever.” Daisy sobbed slightly, but I was beside her with my hand wrapped around her to comfort her. I was going to take care of this. The murder of Daisy's parents and the miscarriage she had shortly afterwards were the final torch that I needed to burn down the Bloodwoods!

Coming down the stairs we saw Daisy. Holy fuck. She had this Red skin tight gown with a killer plunging neckline and open bare back. I could see the waft of lust radiating as guys looked at her swaying to the song, grinding against that idiot Jacob. Our stare was distracted when our manager came to greet us exchanging pleasantries, I look for Daisy only to find out she wasn't there anymore in sightand i'ym sure she's around because of her scent. Next I know she's heading towards the dance floor with another devil.

" Assuring to Zaki and went out the door. Dazzling camera lights greeted me. I forced a smile. "Who is that beauty?" "I just saw her face on RH." "Is she one of the owners of RH?" I heard whispers from those present. "Hi everyone, I know you just saw me. Let me introduce myself... I'm Sharian Roden Indelcio, one of the muses and endorsers now of Rapture Hotel, my owner, the one and only Zaki Delrama." I introduce myself and wave to everyone present here.

But , Daisy can't make use of it , because they buy her all the things , before she asks for it . After seeing the badge she ran into the manager room. A fat man ,hurriedly ran towards me. I think he is the manager and publisher . "Greetings , My lord . Welcome to Marie's Publishing house". (Ha , As I expected , he is the one.)

The door opened before I could say anything and a strikingly beautiful woman walked inside. “You must be Finley,” she said as she walked towards the bed and made herself comfortable across from me. “I am,” I said. “I’m Chastity, Damon’s fiancé,” she said putting emphasis on fiancé. “I wasn’t aware that he was engaged,” I said to her wondering what the hell was going on. “Not officially yet but we will be soon,” she said as I looked at her. “What do you want?” I asked her. “I want to know why you’re here,” she replied.

She unlocked the door, singing happily as she sauntered into the house, clutching her bag and a shopping package Nathan had gotten for her. Apparently, she had said yes to his proposal, so they were officially a thing. She sighted Stacy from the sitting room and hurried over to help her out. "Oh my goodness! She said loudly, almost in a scream. What happened to you? Why are you on the floor? Daisy asked very much concerned about her. Stacy limped slightly after getting up, with the help of Daisy. "I actually slipped few minutes ago and when I heard you, I became too lazy to get up." She lied.

Daisy said. “I knowwww. And I feel so bad for him. I overheard that the company used to be number one back when his dad was alive.” “Well… sucks to be him.” “Yeah. I feel really bad. A lot, actually.” Daisy unwrapped a candy, tossed the wrapper, then playfully slid it onto the dildo like a tiny hat. “Well, I hope he finds a solution quick.” Chelle paused. Froze. Blinked. “Oh my God Daisy you just gave me the craziest ideab”

Zayn gave them a brief glance, nodded once, and then turned toward the door. “Let’s go,” he said simply. Lucien followed, the bodyguards carrying the bags behind them... ~~~~~~~~~~ Daisy let go of the dildo and sighed in frustration. She was still unsatisfied. “This is not enough,” she muttered, tossing the toy carelessly onto the bed. “I need a real man’s touch,” she added, her fingers tracing absent circles over her bare skin. An idea suddenly popped into her head. She reached for her phone and dialed a number. It rang twice, and on the third ring, the call connected.

This one was thick, full of pages typed in neat font and organized by tabs: childhood, ballet, friends, relationships, public appearances, quotes. It was like someone had written a biography. “Daisy was born in Saint Helena,” Brittany began, flipping to the childhood section. “She grew up on a vineyard estate owned by her parents, Pierre and Corinne Montclair. They moved to France when she was eight so she could attend a specialized ballet academy.” “Wait, a vineyard?” I raised an eyebrow. “No wonder she was so spoiled.” Brittany ignored the comment and continued, “She started formal ballet training at age six, performed in her first lead role at twelve, and earned a prestigious invitation t

Until the next chapter. -Daisy