Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... Makes no difference to me,” he shrugged, bringing his chair back up.

“I’ve seen you in action over the years, friend. This one makes no sense. You’re the one with bachelorhood stamped on your forehead. Why play this game with this one? You can have anyone.”

Aiden removed his coin, the only thing in the world that had meaning to him. He rubbed the metal between his fingers. Its gold sparkled in his dimly lit office. Donovan took a seat, but Aiden barely noticed. He considered love and all it didn’t mean to him.

“It’s not all a game. You saw her. She’s quite something, this… Daisy.” His eyes lifted to drive the point home.

Donovan shook his head. “Fine. We have more important matters to discuss. The Gaming Commissioner is under investigation. That could spell trouble for you.”

“Indeed.”

***

The casino racket was mind-numbing. Pete headed for the doors, hands shoved deep in his pockets and his cap pulled down low on his head. He beat a path for some normalcy, a place where ‘winning’ didn’t mean everything and losing didn’t make you less of a man. A wall of heat greeted him; the cool comfort of The Shamrock had gone. But it didn’t matter. Even in the humid summer outdoors, he felt a sense of relief. Pete breathed deep, welcoming the hot air into his lungs. From under the shade of his cap, he peered at the faces he passed. They all had the same starry-eyed look his Daisy had. It was the same hunger as they hurried to or from a casino with pamphlets in their ...

... hands and coins in their pockets. Fool’s gold is what it was.

Shaking his head, he walked with no plotted course. He just walked. That bastard offered a million dollars to take his girl. That’s what it boiled down to. How could he compete with that? Where would he begin? He could start by finding Aiden Keane and pounding the fool to sleep, snatching Daisy from his clutches, and going home. There he could control her. In Hollow Creek he was king. Here he was just some broke-down hick from the sticks.

But Daisy would never forgive him. She’d always blame him, and he’d lose her. He was sure of it. Stopping, he looked up to see he was at another popular casino. The crowd moving in and out its doors was large enough to disappear into. Pete did just that, found a bar, took a seat and ordered. When he reached in his pocket, he felt the wad of bills tied by a rubber band. It was his secret stash, the money Daisy didn’t know he kept to get them to their dream. Those sweaty worn-over bills would never get them as far as Daisy wanted to go.

“Twenty,” said the bartender. The man leaned against the bar, resting on his hands, eyeing him curiously. Pete peeled off a bill and gave it to him, then a tip.

“Where you from?” the barkeep asked.

“Nowhere,” Pete said. He returned to the bitter chill of his beer, downing half the bottle with a single swig.

The man smirked, “Ah. I’ve been there before.”

Pete’s eyes lifted. This was his fourth. And it wouldn’t be his last. He was ...