Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... he’s put it in your name, so—”

“Don’t sell me, Daisy. I’m clear on how far you’ll go to not be poor with me.” He snatched away. He put his hands in his hair as he walked from the bed. “I love you. I left my family for you. I’ll do anything for you... but this… this….” He looked around for his shirt and put it on.

“Where are you going?” A suffocating sensation settled in her throat at the sight of him leaving.

“I have to get out of here. To think.”

“Pete. He’s coming back in an hour. We have to––”

“I said I’m going out!” he snatched up his keys and left. A deep, unaccustomed pain settled in her chest. She had hurt him. God help her, but she didn’t mean to. She’d do it to make their lives better, not to destroy them. Daisy rose to plead her case, but the door slammed behind him. She closed her eyes, reliving the final scene. This was too much; for Pete it was just too much. He couldn’t see the big picture. She didn’t know how to make him. She went to the phone. She started to dial but stopped herself. If she told Jessiemae, it would be all over town, and it could get back to her mother and father. For the first time, she considered the shame of what she wanted to agree to. If they did it––and she prayed they would––no one could ever know where the money came from. All they would know is they won it in Vegas.

Lowering the phone, she put her hands in her lap. Aiden Keane was a powerful man. He really had no desire for her. She could flirt with him and maybe a ...

... little kissing. She wouldn’t have to necessarily do the deed. Seal the deal. That’s it! She’d find Mr. Keane and clarify. If sex could be removed from the bargain, Pete would agree. She just had to convince Mr. Keane too.

***

Aiden tapped his fingers on the surface of his desk. Donovan McBride was an old friend and his trusted attorney. He stood well over six feet, a tall, austere-looking man always dressed in black. A dark Fedora rode his head with the front tipped forward. It covered his brow and cast his eyes in a shadow. He appeared with Keane’s banker at his side. Aiden checked the time. He wasn’t expecting them this soon. He figured the Doyle couple would stall him out.

“Is it done?” he asked. The chair dipped back with his lean.

“No. The boyfriend won’t agree to it. She’s asked for a little more time.”

Aiden nodded. “Interesting.”

Donovan shot the banker a look and quirked a brow. The man left without objection. He put his briefcase down. “What is this about, Aiden?”

“What do you mean?”

“You drag me here last night to draft up this deal. Are you that bored, or just heartless?”

Aiden stared at him.

“They’re kids, Aiden. How old is she? 15? What do you expect them to do if you dangle a million dollars in front of their face?”

“Grow up. See life for what it is. Make a choice. We all had to make them, Donovan. Get our hands dirty in some way.”

“Not true.”

“Then they can prove me wrong. Turn down the money and return to hillbilly land. ...