Page 140 of Bitter Rival

All the best,

Daisy

The photos are fantastic. Not that I’m surprised. She’s a pro.

But the email leaves plenty to be desired. Especially after the way she just left me.

I’ve texted but gotten no reply. I’ve called but she doesn’t answer.

Now I’m in fucking Cabo with no sense of purpose. No company to run. No vengeance to seek. And no Daisy.

My phone rings and I check the screen, but my hopes are dashed. Fucking Harold. I silence his call just like I’ve been doing for the past two weeks.

Whatever he has to say, I’m not interested.

The only person I want to hear from is Daisy.

I type out a text. I miss you. Then I delete it, toss my phone on the table next to me and close my eyes.

If I were smart, I’d forget all about Daisy and her mood rings for eyes.

I’d forget about her smile and her laugh and her kisses.

I’d forget all about the way she lit up every room she entered and how I felt like I was basking in sunlight whenever she was near me.

I’d forget about our slow dances to sad songs and how I never fully appreciated a sunset until I watched it with Daisy.

I’d forget her voice, sweet and low, and the way her soft lips brushed my skin.

If I were smart, I’d forget all about Daisy Larsson.

I wake up to Caiden’s voice and get the distinct feeling that I’m being watched so I keep my eyes closed.

“He can’t even admit it to himself, can he?”

“Nope. He’s a stubborn bastard. For such a smart guy, he can be really fucking stupid when it comes to matters of the heart,” Grayson says.

Matters of the heart? Sounds like a raunchy bodice ripper. Which in turn reminds me of Daisy.

Then again, what doesn’t remind me of Daisy?

I have no idea how she managed to infiltrate nearly every aspect of my life in a mere three months, but everywhere I go, I’m reminded of her.

Even the fucking ocean reminds me of Daisy.

A few weeks ago, we drove up the coast and spent the day at the beach.

On the way home, we stopped at a waterfront restaurant, and she ate her weight in fresh seafood.

There was a lot of moaning and a lot of finger-licking and a lot of dirty kisses.

On the drive back, she leaned across the center console and gave me a blowjob.

It was a fucking miracle we didn’t end up in a ditch on the side of the road. Would have been worth it, though. Those goddamn lips of hers. Bee-stung. Rose-tinted. My undoing.

“Who’s going to tell him?” Caiden asks.

I was hoping by now they would have given up and left me alone but no such luck.

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