Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... to knees. “Son, did you even stop to think why your signature was needed?”

Pete stopped pacing. His stomach grew ice cold. “I-I-I…”

“You didn’t. Listen kid. I know him. He won’t hurt her. But you sure as hell shouldn’t have agreed to something you didn’t understand. Let that be a lesson to you. That contract is issued by you. Requested by you. You, son, will be in just as much trouble as Mr. Keane if you go to the police with these wild tales of him buying another human being.”

Pete chewed on his bottom lip. “I didn’t arrange this.”

“This is a personal services contract. Sell, loan, barter… whatever you prefer to call it, you agreed to it. It’s done.” Donovan rose. “Now, personally, I don’t care what you do from now until…” Donavan drew his sleeve back and checked his timepiece. “Twenty-three hours from now. I suggest you do it away from the executive offices and stay out of my sight.”

“Please, sir. We didn’t understand. I mean, you can call him. Tell him to let me talk to her. I have to make sure she’s okay.”

Donovan patted Pete’s shoulder. “She’ll be fine.”

Pete watched him go. His hands clenched and unclenched. He tried to breathe, but the air wouldn’t fill his lungs. On the verge of madness, he stormed out. He couldn’t think of anything else to do.

Chapter Twelve

She’d finally seen the Grand Canyon, hovered over it in fact. An abyss of rocky depths for as far as her eyes could see. The view was breathtaking, literally. She’d gotten vertigo ...

... after gazing upon it too long. Daisy itched to share this experience with somebody. She wished she could call Jessiemae and rave over it or call her sisters and brag. She wanted to find anyone willing to listen and tell them what she’d seen.

Daisy’s thoughts filtered back to Pete. Her hand rubbed the phone. Her conscience nagged at her. He called. Why did Pete call? Was there something wrong? Shouldn’t she try to call him back? Daisy didn’t want him to know she left the hotel, but she figured he already did. So the harm had been done. If she called, he’d demand she’d return, and if she refused—well, there’d be no making it up if she refused. It’s best to leave things as they were.

“Daisy?”

The helicopter landed. Aiden stepped out when the door opened. He reached back, his hand extended out of his dark sleeve toward her. Strong and long-fingered, when she laid her hand in his, it felt unusually soft under her palm. She accepted it and his help to climb out of the cabin. Landing on her feet, she spotted the limo beyond him. It had dark tinted windows and a black sleek design. The driver stood outside of it in his uniform. What was it? A hundred degrees out? The man hadn’t broken a sweat.

“Shall we?”

Daisy dared a glance up to Aiden’s face. His heavy lids barely concealed the lust behind the green. It filled her with a little excitement and trepidation. There was still a small part of her brain that insisted that she had taken leave of her senses, but it was easily ...