Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... sure of that. He lowered the frosted bottle, and his eyes went to the game on the screen, seeing but not seeing.

“You lose big?” the man asked, cutting into his thoughts.

Pete frowned. “I could. I could lose big.”

“Name’s Doug.”

“Pete.”

“Pete, I’ve seen many come sit in that seat and drink the same beer. I usually can read ’em. Like I can read you right now.”

Pete’s eyes dropped to the moisture rolling down the green glass of the bottle. It dripped to a ring on the hotel napkin. “Well, don’t read me. It’s not your business, friend.” His request came out like an echo from an empty tomb.

“Too late. You got a neon sign over your head. It’s a woman. Right? Your woman?”

The question caught him off-guard. His attention returned to the ebony-skinned guy. He drew in a sharp breath and let go an easy one. “Yeah. It is.”

“She run from the altar?” he asked.

“Not exactly.” Pete shifted. The stool was now uncomfortable and the man’s insight even more unnerving. But still he wanted to speak. He wanted someone to see the burden and give him some hope. “How far would you go to make the woman you love happy?”

Doug favored him with a snide smile that widened. His teeth were stark white, sparkling against his dark skin. Pete wasn’t into dudes, no way, but he figured the ladies really dug this one.

“Depends on the woman. Certain women require certain things. Gotta be careful what you sign on for.”

“And if you could give her all of her dreams. The one ...

... thing she wants most in the world, even though you know it will hurt, I mean cost you. Could you do it?”

“As opposed to what?” Doug asked, shaking the martini and then filling the glass. He dropped a pierced olive into the clear liquid and delivered the sparkling drink to the senior citizen sitting down the bar.

Pete twirled the neck of his beer bottle. It rolled over the damp napkin in a semi-circle. “As opposed to her later resenting you and then you losing her. I guess.”

“Well, my friend, if her dream is outside of what you can afford to give, you’ll lose her anyway.”

“I couldn’t take that. I love her.”

“Then, hey man, do what it takes to keep her. I’ve had that one, the one I couldn’t let go of. So I get it. Word of advice bro, be prepared.”

“Prepared?”

“You in Vegas, baby. All that glitters aint gold.”

Chapter Nine

His hard stare filled her with trepidation. Daisy had changed into a pair of jeans and a white top. Her hair was loose, falling limply to her shoulders. When she asked the concierge for the executive offices, it took her 10 minutes to locate them. Then she was escorted in and told to wait in the outer lobby. But she soon entered the office. She had to. She wouldn’t let him turn her away. Too much was at stake. Her eyes cut over to his visitor. The man in black rose, and the employee, butler, or whatever he was looked back at her with a scowl. Aiden Keane, seated behind a large desk, just stared on.

“I need to speak to you,” she said, ...