Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... drinker, but she was beginning to understand people who were.

“You’re up.”

Her head shot around. He wore dark pajama bottoms and a long matching satin robe. His hair was wet and slicked back. He’d obviously showered somewhere else on the boat.

“Are we still at the dock?”

“No.”

“Why?”

He gave her a one-shouldered shrug. Instead, his eyes drank in her curves under the wrap of the kimono. Daisy felt the phantom strokes of their earlier tryst, just from the sweep of his eyes perusing her.

“Why, Aiden? Why did we leave? We should be heading back, right? Pete is worried about me.”

“He didn’t look worried when we saw him last.”

That hurt. He could’ve kicked her in the gut it hurt that much. “He is,” she said weakly.

Aiden smirked. “Right.”

Aiden reached for the wine bottle and drank directly from it. She watched him, confused by his behavior. What else was there left for her to give? She’d already given him her soul. Yet, his meanness came off him like radioactive waves poisoning the air.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He ignored her. Of course that was of no surprise. She wondered sometimes, with the cruel ways he looked at her, if he saw her at all. All day she got glimpses of the human being trapped inside his elegant façade. But his cruel indifference was maddening. Either way, she just wanted to get away from him.

“Can we please head back now?”

“No,” he said with a sardonic smile.

Daisy shook her head. “When did you decide?”

He put ...

... the wine bottle to the floor. “Decide what?”

“That your life would be just this?”

“You mean rich?”

“Are you? Really? You have a lot of things, but you seem more miserable than the poorest man in the Hollow.”

“Misery loves company,” he smirked.

“No, it doesn’t. It loves to make other people miserable,” said Daisy. “Look, you’ve gotten what you wanted. I just want to go back to the hotel and—”

“And what Daisy? Go back to who you were?” he asked, rising. “That’s not going to happen.”

“What do you care if it happens? My personal life, my life after this is none of your business, just like your life is none of mine.”

“I do care.”

Daisy frowned. “That makes no sense. You spent a whole day making it pretty clear that you don’t.”

“You’ve gotten to me.” He touched her hand.

“Yeah, I felt how much I’ve gotten to you.” She snatched her hand away and stepped aside. Then she stopped. She looked back at him, really looked at him. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

Aiden said nothing but she smiled.

“I did get to you. Past your games, past all this. I got inside.”

Aiden laughed. “No sweetheart, not even close.”

“Yes, Aiden. I was there, remember? How you kept holding me back there in bed? Whispering about how I make you feel. All those kisses and caresses was you feeling something other than the anger that leads you by the nose.”

Aiden’s gaze darkened.

“Well, that’s too bad, because even now I still love Pete.”

Aiden laughed in her face, his eyes ...