Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... tell, Well, I can see in your eyes that she isn’t.”

Pete walked back toward her. “Where is she?”

“Oh now, sugar, you know I wouldn’t know that. Hell, all I knew is that you two were from the south. I didn’t know you were living in Kentucky.”

“You sure they aren’t together?”

Andy smirked. “Oh, I’m sure. Ole Aiden found the one thing he can’t have and it’s making him crazy as a bedbug. Serves his ass right,” she smirked. “Anyways. It’s good seeing you again. Take care.”

Her dog barked and bared its teeth. Pete nodded and watched as she kissed and stroked the pooch returning to her husband.

“If Daisy isn’t with Aiden Keane, then what happened to her?”

***

Aiden leaned out across the wrought-iron edge of his balcony. The desert sun wasn’t as bright in February, but still it warmed his cheeks as the wind came behind and cooled them. He looked out to the city he practically owned and to the casinos, all filled with the people whose pockets he would empty. He stared on and all he could do was think of her.

Rising, he turned and faced his friend, the only one he had.

“Is this all you have?”

Donovan sat back in the deck chair. He crossed his leg over his knee. He turned the silver tip, shaped like a wolf’s head, at the top of his cane. “For the moment, that’s all there is.”

“I’m paying you a fortune, Donovan, and in six months you’ve brought me shit!”

“You need to let this one go, Aiden.” Donovan’s flat, grey eyes narrowed on him.

“Don’t ...

... tell me what I need to do! I don’t pay you to tell me what I need to do!”

Donovan smirked. “That’s exactly what you pay me for. Look at you, friend. How much longer are you going to chase this one? She doesn’t want to be found.”

Aiden dropped into the chair across from him. One of his staff returned with fresh drinks. He glared at Donovan. His nostrils flared, his anger tight and heavy like a stone, weighing him down. It made him sloppy, forgetful; it had taken over his fucking life.

“It’s been six months,” he started again, in a more collected tone. “Six months. She barely found her way from Kentucky to Vegas, and you tell me she just vanished?”

“She’s gone.”

“She can’t be fucking gone. She doesn’t know how to be gone!”

“You gave her a million dollars, Aiden. She can be gone if she chooses. Her family doesn’t know where she is. That kid you chased out of town works in a garage and is living with another woman. He’s moved on. There’s no conspiracy. She knew you’d look for her and she’s been pretty creative in covering her tracks.”

“Try her family again. Family meant everything to her. They have to know.”

“You said you didn’t want to go that route. To make contact.”

“You said you could find her!” he shouted back

Donovan, unfazed, picked up his vodka and orange juice. He sipped. “I said I would try. After Reno, her trail went cold. She cashed the check, took the money, bought a used car and drove off into the fucking sunset, friend. That’s it. No ...