Donald X Daisy Novels & Stories

I was looking at her every move whenever we’re in the lab but she did not say anything other than listening to her music when shew as working. I think I will miss that after this. “You’re lying,” she said as she was looking at me. Her brown eyes were hard but I don’t think that my cock would twitch after I uncovered the truth about her, or rather her father did to mine. I was angry but I did not diss the fact that I was taken by her beauty at all. Daisy Dyer was one hot woman with her brown eyes like melted chocolate and her brown hair that she usually likes to braid. But today, she put it in a messy bun. I wanted it to tumble over my pillow and wanted to see her expression when she was clim

Harper did not show any emotion and turned around and motioned the man to continue. Everyone in the room has troubled expressions on their faces, they know Harper is not the kind to be lenient to others; she will get in trouble for the bravery she just shown. Daisy hurried to the toilet, taking deep breaths and attempting to calm her beating heart. No one has ever insulted her in this way before. She wishes to flee from this place and never return. She came out to find a message from Mr. Larson inviting her into his office. Daisy walked into Mr. Larson's office where Harper, Larson, and their Assistants were standing. "Come over here"

Jessie asked, voicing his own thoughts. "I wouldn't say happy," Donna said. "But I suppose that Daisy is lucky you didn't just grab her and shove something in since you thought it was me." Daisy blushed a bright red and glared briefly at Donna. "Well, she was dressed," Dex joked, and was pleased to see Donna and Jessie both laugh at that. "I'm kidding," he said, looking at Daisy. She was still blushing but smiled and shrugged at him. "Are you... okay?" she asked.

“My one might be a bit long for you but it should fit otherwise.” Halsey is about to politely refuse but Daisy adds, “It’ll make me feel better! Please, lemme make it up to you. Just come with me. It’s in my locker at the gym. It’ll make me feel better if I can help you!” Daisy is a popular cheerleader and is one of the people who seems to be genuinely kind. She has a pretty smile which is alluring to many people. Halsey has a few classes with her but they never interacted before but Daisy is known to help people a lot.

I mumbled, as I was still only half awake. Daisy turned and smiled widely at me. Her short boyish hairstyle accentuated her sharp cheekbones and brown intelligent eyes, which were currently sparkling with excitement. Daisy, being a damned brilliant engineer, was currently finishing up her degree in Robotic Science. She was extremely passionate about creating new and improved robots. She licked the ketchup off of her index finger, while walking over to hug me. Still somewhat asleep, I remained motionless and she continued to tighten her arms around me. “Oh babe, I came to help you! This is your first day as President Gray’s secretary. Aren’t you excited?!” She asked, practically bouncing up a

Axel declared, attempting to salvage his shattered image. "Haha!" Daisy let out a small, mocking laugh. "Whatever you say. I have work to do. If you want to ask something, the information desk is over there!" Daisy pointed toward the front lobby without looking back, then immediately spun back to her computer. Her fingers began to dance nimbly across the keyboard again. She looked so focused, as if Axel—who was still standing behind her with his arms folded—was nothing more than a passing breeze. Axel fell silent, observing how meticulously Daisy entered numbers into her spreadsheet.

Daisy smiled nervously. "Why aren't you letting me in?",asked Xavier frowning "Hey I'm not NOT letting you in.....it's just that we have to go to the palace, you know....the prince might be waiting for us",said Daisy, her cheeks reddening Xavier smirked and nodded. "Okay....cool, I'll be waiting for you" Daisy smiled back and closed the door. She turned her back on the door, closed her eyes and sighed. "What was that?",asked Derek

Daisy said quietly, hoping she didn’t look as tired as she felt. Having this sort of warning from someone she considers not just her a Boss, not also a friend, had her imagining what others would think of her. Being seen as just another girl-for-the-week, was exactly the type of thing that preyed on her insecurities. "I just don’t want to see you get hurt," Donald muttered, looking as miserable as Daisy felt. Part of the reason I'm telling you this is actually selfish, I’ll admit it, I don’t want to lose a great assistant because she doesn’t want to work in a building owned by an ex."

“To the new Don and Donna of our family.” The applause was scattered, polite, but heavy with tension. He placed the glass down, retook my hand, and guided me off the stage. Music filled the hall once more, breaking the silence. Strippers climbed polished poles in the corners, drawing eager eyes, while waiters weaved between tables with trays of expensive wine. Leonardo led me around the room, making introductions, shaking hands, exchanging smiles that never reached his eyes. By the time we sat at our table, my feet ached and my nerves were frayed.

Damon For some weeks now Daisy have purposely avoided our paths crossing. It’s either during meetings at the office which she immediately leaves without a glance or at the conference hall where she always has an excuse to leave before either of us complete the name "Jack Robinson". And to make it worse, her clothes which clings to her body elegantly plus the sway of her hips with each movement is not helping matters for my below the belt faculty.