Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... activity on her social security card, nothing. She could have left for Mexico, for all you know. It’s over.”

Aiden wiped his hand down his chin. His face was half-covered in facial hair from a beard he could barely be bothered to groom. “She’s out there.” His eyes went back out into the desert sky. “Did you try nail salons?”

“Nail salons?” Donovan frowned.

“I told you she wanted to open a nail salon. Said something about hiring Koreans or Asians. See who’s opened a new business license for a salon.”

“In the entire country?” Donovan laughed.

“Did I say something funny?” Aiden seethed.

Donovan shook his head. “If she opened a salon it’s not under the name Daisy Johnson. Our people would have picked it up.”

Aiden dropped his head back. So that was it. He’d sunk a small fortune into hunting her down, and nothing. She’d fled him. Fled him. Why? She felt it, too. He was sure of it. On his yacht, that night in the rain when he opened his soul to her and she comforted him, she had to have felt it. Her leaving was not supposed to be the end of it. It only made his obsession with her deepen. Now, for him, she was some mythical creature, his salvation. She haunted him. Her last words haunted him. Everything about that summer night with her and that country boy Pete haunted him.

“I need to set it right. Where’s the kid?”

“He’s in Kentucky. Works out of a garage with his brothers. Louisville.”

“Not Hollow Creek?”

“Not according to our sources. He milled ...

... around for a month or two then landed there. Got an address if you want it.”

“You think he’s in touch with her?”

Donovan sat forward. “If he is, he won’t tell you where she is. What is it with you and this girl? I warned you about the games you play.”

“It’s not over.” Aiden looked at him. “I care about her, Donovan; she’s out there alone and probably hurt all because of me. Call it an attack of conscience.”

“You don’t have one, Aiden.”

“Then call it whatever the fuck you like! I want to find her, so you hire more men and you search every fucking city on this planet until you find her!” He rose. “I got the money and you got the time. Make it your top priority.”

“Aiden, you have other responsibilities.”

“MAKE IT YOUR TOP PRIORITY! SHE DOESN’T GET TO WALK AWAY!” he kicked the back of the chair and stormed off the lanai. “Show yourself out.”

***

Pete wiped his feet, then pushed open the door to the chapel before stepping quietly inside. He could hear Reverend Johnson’s deep voice echoing off the empty pulpit. The homey smell of the old church that generations of Johnson men had preached from was a comfort. He could see Daisy in the choir stand with her sisters. He remembered the days he’d parked out front waiting for her to come bouncing down the church steps. Pete stood at the doors of the sanctuary, watching as the Reverend practiced for Sunday’s service. Besides the mayor and the principal of Hollow Creek High, Reverend Johnson was the most respected ...