Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... it to anybody that’ll listen. Cause that’s how I feel. Like I’ve been raped.” She shook all over and the tears she held back sprang from her eyes. “I hate you!! I hope you suffer in as much misery as you’ve brought into my life! Your father didn’t kill himself for that woman Aiden. He did it to get away from you!”

Aiden drew back, stricken, as she stormed out.

He backed away, running a shaky hand through his hair. At the bar, he picked up the crystal decanter to pour. The tremors in his hand caused the amber liquor to swirl and splash. He threw it against the wall, then the glasses, then flipped the bar in his rage. Huffing through his anger, he picked up a chair and heaved it at the glass wall, causing the entire pane to splinter in jagged circles. His security men ran in and he whirled on them.

“GET OUT!! NOW!!”

***

Pete walked in a daze through the casino. He bumped one shoulder, spilled a woman’s drink, nearly sent an elderly man to the floor. He didn’t see any of them. He kept walking. Before he knew it, he was out the casino doors onto the hot pavement. He wasn’t walking anymore. He was running. Running fast.

***

Daisy crouched in the hallway outside their room, holding her knees to her chest. She sat there shivering, sobbing, rocking, and waiting. Pete had to come back. He had to forgive her. She just wanted to go back home. Go back to the way it was. Go back to Hollow Creek and watch him race his junk car with his boys. Or hear her daddy from the ...

... pulpit. She missed her nieces and nephews, her mama’s peach cobbler, and Jessiemae’s jokes. She just wanted to go home and forget Vegas, the million dollars, forget all about Aiden Keane.

Chapter Nineteen

Aiden reached for the phone. “Keane.”

“Sir, you have someone demanding to see you.”

“A woman?” he asked, his voice cracking. His heart lurched at the thought Daisy had returned.

“He says his name is Pete Doyle.”

Aiden sighed. “Send him in.”

He sat back at his desk, waiting. The door opened and Pete came inside. He was visibly angry: his cheeks burned scarlet and his eyes were glassy.

“What can I do for you––”

Pete pulled out a gun.

***

“Hi, momma.”

“Daisy?”

She sniffed. “It’s me.” She had finally found a maid to let her in the room. She spent most of the long wait pacing for Pete to return. When he didn’t she did the next best thing. Call home.

“Sweet Jesus! Charles, its Daisy on the phone.”

Daisy dropped her head and tried not cry.

“Where are you baby-girl? Yo daddy and I ’ave been sick with worry. Tell me where you at.”

“I’m fine, momma.”

“You don’t sound fine, Daisy. Tell momma what’s wrong.”

“I just wanted to he-heah your voice, that’s all. How’s daddy?”

“He standin’ right heah, baby. We want you to come home. Tell us where you at. Is Pete with you? The Doyle’s are sick with worry.”

“Momma, you think when you done sumthin’ wrong, but you thought it was for the right reasons… you think God really forgives the ...