Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... stalled. She dropped her eyes shyly. Shyly? His Daisy was never shy. Now Pete knew something was wrong.

“C’mere.” He extended his hand to her. When she hesitated, Pete frowned. Then she changed her mind. She came to him, took his hand and sat on his lap. Pete pressed his lips to her shoulder. From under a questioning brow, he peered up at her. “Now tell me what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything. It was Mr. Keane.”

That name was like nails across a chalkboard. To say Pete was sick of the rich bastard would be an understatement. The last thing he wanted to do on the day they were to be married was fight. He’d treated her selfishly last night. His first thought when he woke of was her and how he’d make it up to her. He wanted his girl to have the best. So what if she enjoyed the treats the hotel had to offer? He’d been ready to let go of his jealousy and put Aiden Keane out of his mind. Now she was bringing him up. Suddenly the dress made sense. Had she met with him while he was asleep?

He drew back. “Where were you? The truth, Daisy.”

She rose from his lap and turned away. She couldn’t look him in the eye.

“DAISY!”

“Let me explain….”

She gauged the weight of her words, choosing them carefully, which meant she was hiding something from him. That realization, and the fact that she’d sneaked out to meet with another man, had his anger spiking his adrenaline.

“I was taking a bath when he called. He said he had an offer. I tried to wake you and you ...

... wouldn’t.”

“Bullshit!”

“Pete, let me finis––”

Pete shot up. Snatching up his pants, he put them on. The Doyle men didn’t take kindly to three things: a motherfucker messing with their car, their money, or their woman. Back at home, no one would dare step to her. Daisy remembered when they'd broken up for two weeks once, and Pete heard that Earl VanZant had tried. He kicked his ass from east to Sunday just over the speculation.

“You creepin on me?”

“No-no-noooo…”

“Then tell me why the hell would you meet with another man, that man!”

“Cause he has a million dollar deal, that’s why!” she shouted back.

Stunned. Pete’s mouth gaped. His eyes bulged as he stammered a reply. “A million dollars?”

“Yes! A million dollars. It’s already been delivered—wired to an account for you. Here, at the casino. The banker will be here any minute for us to sign the papers.”

“Why? Why would he do that?”

“See that’s what I want to talk to you about. He has this offer and if we accept it, we rich. He thinks that love can’t win out. But I know it does. Our love wins. Look at us and how far we’ve come. Our love is special,” she reasoned. Pete watched her approach as if really seeing her for the first time. His bafflement was all over his face. She had to do something quick, say something to make him understand. Daisy rushed through the explanation. “He says if I… we, um. Well I have to hang out with him and… well, for a day. And then he will give us the money.”

“Hang out? A ...