Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... about. Returning her attention to the men, she locked eyes with a pair of grey ones under a dark Fedora. The man stared at her with such intensity, she frowned. He tipped his hat and turned and left. The other man accompanying him followed. Relieved, she closed the door softly, then dragged in a breath of courage before walking back inside to face Pete. She returned to find him packing their things.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving. Now!”

“NO!”

Pete’s hand froze on the zipper of the case. He glared blue orbs of fire at her. His lips were pale and stretched into a thin angry line. “No?"

“No. You aren’t thinking this through. You’re angry.”

“You saying you will do it without me? That you’d leave me for him?”

“No. I couldn’t if I wanted to. The deal is that we both agree. I’m saying that before you pass on the million dollars. You have to take the time to think about it. We have to really be sure. Pete, I can’t do it. I can’t live poor for the rest of my life. I don’t want to.”

“What’s wrong with being poor? You act like we eat out of garbage cans. Back home we had family and love. We had each other.”

“We had nothing. It was you going to The Rusty Steed every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night. Getting drunk, racing cars with your brothers with me stuck between babysitting for my sisters or working at the church. We couldn’t even afford our own trailer.”

His expression flushed as if he’d been unexpectedly struck in the face. “I’ll provide for ...

... you, Daisy. Give me a chance,” he said meekly.

“I know you will. I know you will work yourself to the bone to give me everything I need. I know it.” She wanted to touch him but held back. He had dreams just like her. Why couldn’t they have them come true now? “I’m just sayin.’ That’s all. I don’t think that you should have too. I think you should open that sports bar. We could go to LA instead of Port Angeles. You can help your brother fix up his mechanic shop back home so he can make more money. We can have a house, on the beach, ours. We can do whatever we want. Don’t you see this is the chance we talked about? This is the test. Can we love each other enough to sacrifice? To really sacrifice for it?”

Pete sat down on the bed. His broad shoulders sagged. His weepy eyes were glazed over with anger, frustration, and torment. She saw him thinking on it. That was an improvement. At least he wasn’t railing against it. “Hey,” she put her chin to the bend of his shoulder and rubbed his back. “I don’t even think he wants to sleep with me. It’s a game to him. I think it’s the test of what we’ll do. He’s too arrogant. He thinks we are some country bumpkins that will get scared and run. We aren’t that. Are we baby? We can turn this.”

“I don’t know if I can live with it, Daisy.”

“We do it and we leave. We don’t even look back. We just go. Get married somewhere else. Hell with the money we can go back home and get married in my Dad’s church. We can do it up baby, our way. And ...