daisy williams.
α΄‘ Κ α΄ α΄β Κ α΄ α΄β α΄ Κ Κ α΄ α΄‘β Ιͺ κ±β α΄‘ Κ α΄ α΄β α΄‘ Ιͺ Κ Κβ α΄ α΄ Ι΄ α΄ Ιͺ Ι΄ α΄ α΄ .
βΉβ ββ β¦β β ββΉ
Daisy hadn't set foot in Elliot's house since Christmas. That evening in the kitchen on Christmas Eve still haunted herβday and night. She'd lost count of how many nights she'd woken up panting, but there were also nights she'd woken up with her core tingling with anticipation. Of course, she knew it wasn't real. She knew it was just bad dreamsβor good. Because some nights she enjoyed it. Some nights she moaned instead of screamed; begged for more and not for him to stop. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like those dreams, but she'd rather never see Elliot's face again, not in her dreams and certainly not in real life.
Which was why she'd hoped her mom would break up with him, or vice versa. The fact that he hadn't was concerning. Was he truly planning on pursuing a relationship with her mom when he'd ripped open Daisy's ass right under her fucking nose? Was he just going to pretend it never happened, like he'd done during the holidays? They'd barely exchanged words. It was not surprising, considering Daisy had spent most of the time in her roomβhis guest roomβafter the incident. She'd told her mom she wasn't feeling well, but Elliot must have known the truth. He was the reason her ass was sore and why she couldn't fall asleep.
After the holidays she'd spoken more to her mom than she had in years. The only reason for that was to attempt to make her change her mind about Elliot. "Are you sure he's the right man for you?" she'd asked her time and time again. "Do you even know him?" At this point, Daisy was sure she didn't. How could she? He'd fucked her daughter in the assβso hard she screamedβwhile she was still in the house. Not that Daisy was planning on telling her thatβshe wasn't ready for the aftermath of that revelation. What she wanted, however, was Elliot out of her mom's life. The sooner the better.
But when her mom told her she suspected Elliot would propose to her on Valentine's Day, Daisy couldn't sit around any longer. There was no way she was letting her mom marry that asshole. Not after what he'd done.
So, after talking to her mom on the phone during lunch, she sent her a text stating that she would stop by later to talk. Her mom had told her that Elliot was working late and that she could just lock herself in with the spare keyβwhich she did. Daisy wasn't sure what she would tell her mom. Perhaps that she wasn't ready for her to get married? Or perhaps that she had a bad feeling about Elliot? Or maybe she should lie, and tell her she'd seen him with another woman. The truth wasn't exactly out of the question either, but once that cat was out of the bag, there was no taking it back. It was probably for the best if her mom didn't know, for all of their sakes.
Daisy had just locked herself in when she received a text from her mom that she was running late. That wasn't a problemβat least not yet. She knew their reservation wasn't until eight, and she'd be long gone before Elliot came home to change.
Or so she thought.
The shock on her face when she entered the living room was unmistakable. "Elliot," she greeted him, forcing a smile to her lips to pretend she was happy to see himβshe wasn't. Despite this being his house, he was the last person she'd expected to see sitting at the dining table. Fear started fueling her cells and she came to a halt, her body freezing at the sight of him. Images of the incident flashed before her eyes and she remembered the pain in her ass. She couldn't help but wonder how often he thought about that evening.
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