Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... Aiden, that’s fine. I don’t want anything from you. I just want you to take me back to the hotel. Please.”

Aiden looked away, out to sea. It seemed easier for him to speak without looking directly at her. “I can’t talk about it. How much does any person remember when memories fade? How much do we make up to fill in the gaps?” He turned completely away from her but continued. “I was eight when she came. Eight years old and I could see it the moment she walked in the door. How weak she made him.”

Daisy swallowed. “Who?”

“Her wants took over our life. She didn’t want a kid, so that meant I had to go. She didn’t want the house he built for my mother, so that meant we had to move. She broke him, crushed him under her red high heels, ground his pride and manhood to dust.” Aiden spat. “I watched for the next six years as the man who was my hero became a pathetic sniveling piece of SHIT!!!”

Daisy pressed her lips together. She looked back and wondered if they were alone. It felt like they were alone.

“And then when the money dried up, so did the last of her compassion for him. She walks, and, and he—” Aiden wiped his mouth. “He hangs himself to get her attention. The stupid bastard.” Aiden kicked the chair next to him and clenches his fist. Daisy jerked, retreated out of reflex but remained standing next to him. Then he whirled and pointed a finger at her. “You don’t have any idea how it feels to lose everything!”

“You can’t say that. You don’t know me.”

“I ...

... know enough.”

Daisy waited a second, then another. He looked away from her, and she took a step forward. The salty sea-breeze was the only good thing about the muggy night. It carried the scent of an approaching rain. She felt as if the air around her was charged. The hairs on the nape of her neck stood on end.

“You can’t go around hating everything and everyone because of this woman. I’m no genius, Aiden, but even I know that’s insane. You have to let it go. What you hanging on to it for?”

Aiden laughed. “Let it go? Really, Daisy? Just like that? Okay, fine! I’m done!” He turned and looked to the now uncovered moon. “You hear that, Dad? Daisy here has cured me! I’m a changed man. No more hate for me. No sir! Not me! I have seen the error of my ways!”

“Don’t do that!” Daisy snapped.

Aiden looked back. Daisy’s eyes glistened with fresh tears. She drew in her bottom lip to stop its tremble. “Don’t make fun of me. It’s petty, even for you.”

Aiden’s first reaction was to apologize, but the words wouldn’t form. He just wanted to hurt her, and he knew that was wrong. He knew it because he desired her too. He desired the return of the time when he was innocent again. He desired to stop the darkness before it crept in and became a part of him.

Daisy stepped in his face. “Is that why you offered me a million dollars? Why you wanted to dress me cheap? Were you trying to turn me into her? Make me into her?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me, Aiden!”

“I don’t know.” He ...