Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... all. We all have to make choices. Life’s a gamble. I’m gambling with a million dollars too—” His eyes again dropped to her breasts and he moistened his lips. “—to indulge my desires. Will you do the same?”

“I won’t cheat… I mean… I don’t know what you think, but I’m not that girl.”

“Sleep on it. You aren’t a married woman, yet. Remember the deal is that you both agree. And if you’re going to do something like what I propose, the time is now, don’t you think?”

“I think you’re some rich jerk that thinks he can buy people.”

Aiden nodded. “Prove me wrong. Turn me down. My offer expires this time tomorrow. The funds will be removed from Mr. Doyle’s account. I can’t wait to hear what you decide.”

Shocked into silence, she watched him ease out of the booth and drop that coin of his in his pocket. He cast another sideways glance as if he wanted to say more. But the rabbit-dazed look to her eyes made him think better of it. He tipped his head to her and strolled out. Daisy stared at his half-finished whiskey glass, wondering what had just happened.

***

Pete rolled over, and then stretched under the cool sheets. It was bright. Really bright. He blinked awake and looked over to the un-slept side of the bed. Alarmed, he jumped up. Daisy was there, seated by the open window, watching the sunrise. She had on her pretty blue dress she was so proud of making. The heels of her feet rested on the edge of the chair and her arms were wrapped around her shins. She finally ...

... looked at him. Her eyes were heavy and red rimmed with exhaustion.

“What is it?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Close the curtain. Come here.”

“No, Pete. You have to get dressed.”

“Huh?”

“We have to talk,” she said. “Before the banker gets here.”

“What do we have to talk about? What’s wrong?”

“That depends, baby. On what I have to tell you and how you take it.” She rose, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Pete turned back to the bed, looking for his pants amongst the covers. Daisy crossed her arms over her front in a protective way.

“Good news, baby. We’re going to be rich.”

Chapter Eight

For a minute, a brief one, Pete thought he was still sleeping. A double blink of his eyes and shake of his head brought him fully awake. “We’re rich?” Pete leaned forward with elbow to knees and clasped his hands. His bare-feet rested flat on the plush green carpeting. “What-chu mean?”

“Just rich. That’s what I mean. Rich,” she said.

Daisy’s hair was smoothed back in a neat ponytail and though her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, Pete found her beauty exceptional. His Daisy. He worshipped her. His mom had asked him once what made that gal so special. He simply replied, “She just is.” He noticed the way she was twisting her engagement ring, curling and uncurling her toes, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Something was wrong.

“Is this a joke? Why are you dressed up? Did you go downstairs and win some money?”

Daisy’s mouth parted to speak, and then she ...