Brett's gaze darkened for an instant before his perfect, implacable mask slid effortlessly into place. "What are you doing here, Daisy? It’s not a good time." He said, shrugging into a simple Tee. He was still wearing his trouser from the morning but had changed his shirt to a lazy Tee. "I have a lot on my plate right now and a deadline to meet." Daisy gripped her phone tightly. Seeing Brett so free with his hair wet reminded her how badly she wanted him and what they shared in his office just hours ago. She looked at him and realized that she was crazy in love with him. She needed him like she needed to breathe...... which only made it easier for her to understand how Sheila and Lana felt, and to relate to the lengths they might go just to try to lure Brett away from her. "Why are you half dressed?" She asked. "I'm home Daisy, I can decide to go naked while inside the house. But I actually got something on my shirt that I decided to clean." He replied "Daisy,I need to be at my ho
Brett growled. "You think I went with Lana because I was overcome with the need to be with her and get away from you?" "I don’t know, Brett. You ditched me, you’re the one with the answers.""Daisy, you forget so soon? You ditched me first." Her mouth fell open. "I did not." "The hell you did. Almost the second we arrived, you took off. I had to hunt you down and when I did, you were dancing with that prick.""Armstrong is my cousin, I told you that already.""A distant cousin." He said in a form of reminder. And believe me Daisy, I don’t care if he’s a damned priest. He wants to nail you.""Oh my God, that’s absurd. Stop deflecting, Brett. You were talking business with your associates. It was awkward standing there. For them as well as me.""Daisy, that's your place, right there, beside me, that's where you ought to be. Awkward or not."Her head jerked back as if he’d slapped her. "Excuse me, come again please." "How would you feel if I walked away from you at a Lex and Gibson e
"I understand you need time before you share secrets that are painful for you. I’ve been where you’re at, knowing I needed to talk about what happened to me but just not ready. That’s why I’ve tried very hard not to push you or rush you. But this secret is one that’s hurting me, and that’s different. Don’t you see that?"Cursing under his breath, Brett cupped Daisy's face with cool hands. "I go out of my way to make sure you don’t have any reason to feel jealous, but when you do get possessive, I like it. I want you to fight for me. I want you to care that much. I want you to be crazy about me. But possessiveness without trust is meaningless, it's hell. Daisy, If you don’t trust me, we’ve got nothing at all." "Trust goes both ways, Brett." He sucked in a deep breath. "Damn it!""Don’t look at me like that." She told him. "I’m trying to figure out who you are. Where’s the man who almost pulled down the heavens just to be with me. The man who didn’t hesitate to tell me I tie him up in
Dr. Violet was tall, with neatly groomed gray hair and sharp yet kind eyes. Her office was tastefully decorated in neutral shades and her furniture was extremely comfortable, something noteworthy of everyone's visits to her.Aside from being her therapist, Dr. Violet has been Daisy's mom’s shrink for the last couple of years. She watched as the older woman settled into the gray wingback chair across from the sofa Brett sat.Dr. Violet's keen gaze shifted between them, clearly noting how they'd each taken seats on opposite ends of the sofa, their stiff postures revealed their defensiveness. Flipping open the cover of her tablet, Dr. Violet said, "Shall we start with the cause of the tension between the both of you?"Daisy waited a beat, to give Brett a chance to speak first. But she wasn’t surprised when he just sat there, silent. "Well, in the last twenty-four hours I’ve met the fiancée I didn’t know Brett had." "I don't have a fiancée," Brett growled. "Well, he proposed to her a
Dr. Violet's brows rose when Daisy uncrossed and recrossed her legs, nodding. "Multiple times, daily." Brett stepped in, "on average."Laying her tablet flat on her lap, Dr. Violet met Brett's gaze. "Is this level of sexual activity customary for you?""Nothing about my relationship with Daisy is customary, Doctor.”"What was the frequency of your sexual encounters prior to reuniting with Daisy?"Brett's jaw tensed, and he glanced at Daisy. "It’s okay," she told him. He reached his hand out, closing the distance between them. Daisy placed her hand in his and appreciated the reassuring squeeze he gave her. "Twice a week," he said tightly. "On average."The number of women quickly added up in Daisy's mind. Her free hand fisted in her lap. Dr. Violet sat back. "Daisy has brought up concerns of infidelity and lack of communication in your relationship. How often is sex used to resolve disagreements?" Brett's brow arched. "Before you assume Daisy is suffering under the demands of my ov
Daisy's heart ached in her chest. "I like you now, Brett. I just don’t like you keeping secrets. It’s going to break us up.""Don’t let it," he murmured, tracing his brows with his fingertip. "Trust me.""Well, you have to trust me back." Folding over her, he pressed his lips softly to hers. "Don’t you know, Sunshine." He breathed. "There’s no one I trust more." Sliding her arms beneath his jacket, she hugged him, soaking up the warmth of his lean, hard body, worrying that they were beginning to drift from one another. Brett pressed the advantage, his tongue dipped into her mouth, lightly touching and teasing her with velvet licks. Deceptively unhurried. Daisy sought a deeper contact, needing more, always more. Hating that aside from this, he gave her so little of himself. He groaned into her mouth, an erotic sound of pleasure and need vibrated through her. Tilting his head, he sealed those beautifully sculpted lips. The kiss deepened, their tongues stroking, their breaths quickeni
Looking into her worried eyes, Daisy let Ugo see how worn down she was and received a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder. "We’ll take it easy this weekend. We'll recharge, we both need it. Will you be alright tonight?""I’ve got her." Brett straightened from his perch on the lip of Daisy's bathtub, where he’d taken off his boots. "That doesn’t mean I’m not here." Ugo pressed a quick kiss to Daisy's temple. "Holler if you need me." The look Ugo gave Daisy before she left the room spoke volumes. She wasn’t comfortable with Brett sleeping over. Truth was, even Daisy had some reservations, too. She felt her lingering wariness over Brett's sleep disorder was contributing a lot to her wild emotional state. As Ugo had recently said, the man she loved was a ticking time bomb, and she share a bed with him. She rinsed out her mouth and dropped her toothbrush back into its holder. "I need a shower." She had taken one before she slept off, but now she was feeling dirty again. Cold sweat clung
"Brett.... please." Daisy pleaded.He kissed her temple. "I'll say when." She nodded and her grip loosened automatically. He stepped back and away from her, and his hand dropped to fist his dick. Daisy shifted restlessly, her attention turned to his hand. As the distance between them widened, she began to ache, her body responding to the loss of Brett's. "See something you like?" He purred, pleasuring himself. Astonished that he’d taunt her after denying her, she looked up and her breath caught. Brett was burning slowly, too. She couldn’t think of another word to describe him. He was watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze like he wanted to eat her up, alive. His tongue slid leisurely along the seam of his lips, as if he tasted her. When he caught the full lower curve between his teeth, Daisy curved lowly, feeling warmth between her legs. She knew that look so well..... knew what came after it...... knew how feral he could be when he wanted her that badly. It was a look that scream