Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... the eye. Daisy smiled, not sure what else she was to say or do. But she could easily explain this to Pete. It was the perfect set-up. If he was going to spend the day showing her the city she could avoid the trip to his bed. Her head turned back to the window to avoid the uncomfortable silence.

***

Pete returned to his suite. Tossing his cap, he paced the carpet. It had been only thirty minutes. Thirty minutes equaled a chunk out of his life, their life that he could never get back. He ran his hand back and forth through his hair, blowing air out of his nose, out of his mouth. He couldn’t stand it. Walking over to the phone, he snatched it off the receiver and dialed.

***

The phone in Daisy’s straw bag began to ring.

“You can’t talk on it while we’re in the air,” said Aiden. “It’s not even supposed to be on.”

“Okay.” She reached in and saw it was the number of the hotel. Quickly, she turned it off. It must have been Pete. How long had she been gone? Twenty, thirty minutes?

“Something wrong?” asked Aiden.

“No, no. It’s fine.” She looked away. “Everything’s okay.”

***

Pete slammed the receiver down so hard he thought the cradle would crack. “Fuck! Fuck!!!” he grunted. Grabbing the base, he yanked it from the wall. He turned and threw it into the opposite wall. “Fuck this!” He grabbed his room key and marched out.

***

Aiden watched Daisy out of the corner of his eye. He hadn’t said much, and that wasn’t like him. In fact, he could easily ...

... lure her into a conversation to glean everything he wanted to know. Namely, the game was to know how to have her as his, in any way he chose. Something held him back. Was it an attack of conscience? Fuck no. He was born without one.

He could deal with gold-diggers. It was evident she was one. Hell, she’d sold out her boyfriend and agreed to his terms for money. That proved his point. She looked over at him and gave him a sweet smile, then pointed at something beyond her window. Uncomfortable, he shifted in his seat. That smile and her apparent sweetness unnerved him.

“Daisy?”

“Yes?” she said. “Ooh, look, is that a wolf? Omigod, it is!! It is right there running… see?”

Aiden’s gaze hardened. He didn’t bother answering. He needed to get back to the matter at hand. “What do you plan to do with the money?”

“The money?” she repeated, barely listening, her forehead pressed to the helicopter glass.

“Yes. What I’m paying you,” he snapped.

Daisy looked back at him. She frowned at his tone. “Oh. Well, we’re going home and gonna have a church wedding. My father’s a minister.”

“Minister?” Aiden scoffed.

“Un huh. He has the biggest church in the Hollow. After that we might move to Chicago or New York or sumthin.’ I’m gonna open a nail salon and Pete’s gonna open a sport’s bar.”

“Really?” Aiden chuckled.

“Did I say sumthin’ funny?”

“You seem to have plans.”

“You thought we’d take the money, buy a car and some clothes and hang out until it was gone. Huh? ...