Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... DAISY!!!” he shouted at her. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I don’t remember. One, maybe two….” she reached for him. He shoved her back and the ring he’d given her scraped his hand. He stared at it. “Pete, please. It wasn’t like that. I just did it and it was over. I didn’t feel anything. I swear. I just want to go home. Please.” she begged, sobbing.

Pete backed away from her. “You wore my ring while you were fucking him?”

“No… no I took it off.”

Pete didn’t wipe his tears. He turned and walked out. “Pete, no! Don’t do this! It’s over. It’s all over.” She ran after him. In the hall, she grabbed his arm. The maid looked over at them but Daisy didn’t care. He shook her off, and she dropped to her hands and knees. She was sobbing so hard she could not stand. “Pete!!! Don’t go. I want to go home. Let’s just go back home.”

Pete stepped in to the elevator. Daisy leapt to her feet, running the rest of the way. The doors closed before she could stop them.

“PEEETE!!”

Pete wiped at his tears. He was going to kill the son-of-a-bitch. He’d buy a gun and put bullets in him. He was going to kill him. It was all set up from the beginning. To destroy them! But why? Why them? Why his Daisy? Why? Stepping back into the corner of the elevator, his heart exploded in his chest. He slipped down, as he considered what they’d done. Pete slid to the floor.

***

Aiden heard the door. He turned from the bar, smiling. “I’m in here, Daisy.”

“Daisy?” said Andy, twisting ...

... in. Her hair in tangles and her face red and scratched. She did the best to groom herself. Aiden lowered the glass, taking in her appearance. “What the fuck happened to you?”

She threw her purse at the sofa. “Daisy. That’s what. The crazy bitch attacked me.”

Aiden put the glass down. “What are you talking about?”

“She came back, Aiden. She found me in bed with Petie-boy.”

Aiden’s brow rose.

“Interesting. Caught in the act?”

“No. The kid is clean. He wouldn’t touch me. She just assumed.”

Aiden nodded. “Well, good work.”

“Good work? Good work? Is that all you have to say? Look at me! Look at what she did to me.”

Aiden smirked. “She’s tough, all right.”

“She’s fucking insane.”

“Come now, Andy. Don’t pretend. It’s not your first cat-fight.”

***

Daisy went back to their room and found the door locked. “Shit,” she sniffed, trying to process Pete’s reaction. She leaned back against the door. Pete was just angry, hurt. He needed time. What she needed to do was be ready to work it out when he came back. That was all. But first, she wanted to speak to Aiden.

She wanted him to clear it up. Maybe get him to make Pete understand that it was nothing. It meant nothing, and that they could move on. She’d gotten close to him on the boat. He would help her. She knew he would. Walking to the elevator, wiping at her tears, she rode up to the penthouse level. The elevator paused until she gave her name, and then they allowed her to go up to his suite. When ...