Daisy was still going through her shame flop when sleep overcame her power to act. She smuggled deeper into effect Ethan still seeking his warmth while him on the other hand, pulled out of her, telling himself to give her room to herself but his body unable to agree with him.
So, he found himself holding her like if he blinked, she would disappear off the surface of the earth. And to add to his misery, throughout the night, she would snuggle deeper, her hand making an unconscious trail on his body which left his manhood harder and aching painfully.
If things were different, he would rouse her up to finish what she started, or even plunge into her while still asleep which ke she wake up moaning and begging him not to stop. But things aren't normal and if he tries that, it would ruin any ray of light he has to redeem himself with her.
So throughout the night, all he could do was writhing painful throbs and watch his sleeping beauty. He didn't mind. He could always sleep but he wasn't sure that he would get this opportunity ever again.
It was during the morning that sleep finally claimed him and he slept off with his arms and legs entwined with Daisy.
At full light, Daisy awoke from a distant loud ring which made her curse out loud and opened her eyes with the mindset of shutting off the sound, then she winced from the bright light pooling into the room threatening to blind her.
That wasn't all. She not so subtly became aware of the heavy weight on her. She twisted until she could see properly and didn't know how she was supposed to react to her present situation. Of course she recalled her night of passion with Ethan but she isn't going to pretend she was proud of herself for such a moment of relapse. All she would say is that Ethan was a crook who had brought her to his house to seduce her into his bed because he knew how irresistible she was to him.
She contemplated waking him to tell him exactly what she thought of him, but a little recap from last night made her change her mind. She had come here to reprimand him and see where that got her, who knows what will happen next, especially with his... Oh, God! His manhood was standing at full erection beckoning on her.
Her eyes drooled, the point between her legs starting to ache afresh almost making her wake him and ask for a repetition of last night. Impulsively she teaches out her hand toward the towering babel, almost there, she dunked her hand and shook her head.
She has to get out of there before he awakes and tries to seduce her again. She told herself and started detangling from him as quietly as possible. When she finished, she slipped out of the bed and nearly fainted when he grumbled her name in his sleep and touched the bed though trying to grab her. His hand found the pillow and he smiled in his sleep and held right to it.
This was so tempting, Daisy reasoned but fought the urge to go back. Ethan is her enemy and the sooner she realizes it and stops daydreaming, the better for her and her son. Her son! Her dog! She has responsibilities and she was drooling over a man. A bastard man for that matter.
She hurried through dressing up and without checking the mirror_ because she knew she would be tempted to start arranging anything she finds askew, dashed out of the room.
She went to the room she woke up last night and panicked when saw the girl from last night cleaning up.
"Good morning, ma'am, hope you had a good night?" The girl was just asking her, but because she did something awkward, her cheeks flared.
She ignored the girl and went to pick her cloth and started dressing. It was haphazard and once more she didn't check the mirror, picked her bag and dashed out. On her way to the stairs, she recalled she didn't come with a car and came back to the room to ask the girl, "Did the driver come to work?"
The girl stopped what she was doing and faced her, bobbing her head fervently. "He would be outside waiting for the Boss because it won't be long before he leaves for work."
"Thank you!" She cried out, and made to escape, not giving a chance to seeing Ethan this morning. How could she even face him? He would probably laugh in her face and call her a wanton and she wouldn't say a thing to him because that's what she is. She is a damned wanton!
Hopefully, she reached outside, and just as the girl said, a man in a plaid ink black suit was outside with his hands folded in front of him and his face covered with a big black shade. She hurried to him. "Hy, please take me out of here."
"The master..."
"It's his order..." She cuts him off, sparing a rapid look behind frantically, to make sure he isn't behind her.
"Yea, ma'am," He nodded curtly and opened the back of the silver SUV for her. She slid in and he closed the door and went to start the engine.
They soon left the posh mansion and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She knows he would come after her, but for now, she wants to be far from him and luck her wounds without him plastering it on her face that he won. She was so stupid!
And she didn't stop cussing at herself until she reached home, thanked the chauffeur and made it through her sturdy gate.
She ate breakfast, not peacefully as her mind kept cascading back to last night. Ethan was a drug. A drug that she was addicted to. These years she spent talking to herself that was over him and nothing about him could ever entice her anymore. But in one night, she has gone to ruin it! She would have dug deep into knowing who that sponsor was. But she didn't and now look where it landed her.
When her phone blared on the breakfast table, she hissed and dropped the tea cup to pick up. "Hey, Mandy?"
"Sup? Are you good?"The other asked.
"Yeah... I'm at home preparing to start going to the office now," She told her, leaving the part where she isn't herself anymore because of loose skirt.
"Okay, sweet. I will drop off Danny and Ella and the daycare and meet you at the office, cool?"
"Yeah... Thanks.." She courses.
"Are you sure you are alright? You sound... Fried," Mandy observed.
Daisy filled her eyes. There is no way she can keep this away from Mandy she would find out no sooner. Particularly with the way she was already drifting in thought of that loser. "I will fill you in when I get there..."
Amanda hooted loudly, and too unladylike for someone so refined. "I can't wait for all the juicy details, girl! Hurry!"
"See you," Daisy said flatly and cut the call. This is the beginning of another era of torture for her, and she powered it herself. She could have fought to resist him, he wouldn't force himself on her. But like a fool, she was, she fell deep in without any hold up.
Bathing and finding the right dress was the same rigorous process. She would drift off either rethinking of his hot breath on her neck, or how his finger pumped into her. She would chastise herself and swear not to do it again, then off she went, doing it again, and again, and again.
Thankfully, she survived the process and eventually left the house for work. Thank God her babies ain't present she might have made them go late to the daycare because of her misconduct.
She entered the big edifice and made a beeline to her office to cool off and when her assistant hurried towards her saying something about the design request piling up in the last 72 hours, all Daisy could do was smile and ask for a hot espresso. Maybe coffee would help, was her reasoning.
Her assistant , apparently too delighted with the sale couldn't contain herself and when she came back, she continued rattling to her disinterested madam how their modeling show is going to blow the design market off the earth. According to her, it was nothing they are expecting. Not with a design making such an early trend even before it's official debut.
"You know what I need now?" She asked her assistant when she couldnt take it any longer. "I need space to process some things!" She rubbed her temples and took the coffee to sip from, hoping her voice wasn't curt. Her assistant doesn't deserve that.
"Are you okay?" The girl asked.
"Yeah... Just..."
"Excuse us, Bianca, I think she is fine. All she needs is her best friend!" Amanda twirled into the room, gleamed at them, took the files from the girl and faced Daisy.
When the girl closed the door behind her, Amanda dropped the dikes loudly on the desk and jumped on it, folding her hands on her chest, her eyes twinkled with mischief as it skimmed about Daisy who was growing uncomfortable with her bizarre assessment. "What?" She asked with a cocked brow.
Amanda's face stretched limitlessly and she pointed at her. "Say no more! Now I know what happened. You fucked him!"
"What!"
"The evidence is right there on your neck! Mehn! That's huge! You can't deny it." She quipped aloud making a fat rouge blush take position on Daisy's face. "Spill it all!"