Page 4 of The Heiress

Those chills take me now. They’re exploding from within, blasting my heart down like the sinking ship it is.

Before I know it, I’m lying back on my bed and thinking about Daisy. Surprise! I’m turned on. The moment I reach beneath my shirt, wonderinghowturned on I am, I’m thinking of Daisy’s head on my lap, her breath terribly close to my thighs.

And imagining her pulling down the front of that breezy sundress.

Showing me her breasts, which were more than nice to look at in a dress.

Kissing me hard, turning me into a wild bear that only wants her hidden honey.

Daisy would be the type of feisty woman who pulls off that tablecloth and all the cutlery on her terms. She’d do it just to hopin front of me and spread her legs, teasing me with her body that she touches in a rhythm only we women know.

“Fuck me, Lorde. Put me in my place and make me yours. Show me what it’s like to be taken by someone worthy of my time.”

Shit. My bra isn’t worth my time. More like I should unzip my jeans and get this quickie with myself over with.

My middle finger moves up and down the length of my slit, right between my denim and my cotton underwear. I sigh, resting my head against the nearest pillow and imagining that it’s Daisy’s pussy I’m fingering instead of my own.

The whole restaurant would watch. Or maybe not. Who cares? Time has stopped so we can have our rough and furious fuck on a dining table. I grab those long, silky brown locks and pull. Daisy cries out, my hand buried in her pussy that only gets tighter as she readies to come.

I can see it. The look of sheer, feisty ecstasy on her face as she caves to my talents. She doesn’t want to admit it, but it’s the best lay of her life. (Let alone on a table, ahem.) Her big blue eyes gaze at me with speechless awe as she cranes her pointed chin over her shoulder and drinks in how calm I am as Ifuck her harder.

It’s the only way to tame a spoiled heiress like her.

My groans of pleasure are only interrupted as I’m rudely reminded of my hand instead of her body wrapped around me. That I’m probably never going to experience a moment like this with one of the only women I’ve decided deserves everything I’ve taught myself in the bedroom after a life full of lusting after half the women I see.

Kill this fantasy, Lorde. You’re only going to piss yourself off. There’s gotta be someone else. Find that black book and call up the first available girl to come by so I can fuck her, thoughts of Daisy constantly intruding.

I don’t want another girl. I wanther. I want Daisy DeMonte’s lips locked on mine… and possibly a few other places as well.

I jerk up on my bed. The most brilliant idea has entered my mind.

See, I’ve got an interview for my mother’s latest movie to do in an hour. It’s going to be the perfect opportunity to start setting in motion the only way I’ll get Daisy DeMonte’s hot, firm ass in my bed – and my tongue inside of her.

First, though, I’ve got something else to take care of.

Chapter 3

Daisy

Iam currentlynoton speaking terms with Ashleigh, so I’ve been ignoring her calls since that so-called date. That doesn’t explain why she’s been incessantly ringing me all day.Suffice to say, I am ignoring her. The first few times I merely put her on silent. After the tenth time, I blocked her – temporarily! I’ll be over this fit with her soon enough. It’s not the first time we’ve been on these kinds of terms. Probably won’t be the last, either.

Text messages blow up my phone when I’m not answering. Fuuuck. I shove my phone beneath my pillow and go back to doing my nails and flipping through my favorite tabloid.

I live and breathe forThe Daily Social.Don’t believe me? It’s my homepage on all my devices. My maid knows to leave my physical copies on a silver tray outside my door, complete with iced tea and two vanilla wafers for me to enjoy while I flip through the pages and see who is up to no good these days. See who is wearing what and who is dating whom.

This month there is a page dedicated to the big wedding between Etta Coleman and her assistant-turned-fiancée Jamie Joy. I only know of Etta Coleman because Daddy does a lot of business with her. Don’t know anything about her pretty fiancée, but I love her fashion sense. This month’s big picture of her in some poufy pink dress and a fluffy white jacket. Her big, round sunglasses go great with her curly hair. Who does it for her? I bet it’s Raul. I can pick out his styling from a mile away!

The next page is dedicated to the annual Down With Domestic Violence Gala spearheaded by Monique Warren, who had the wedding of the year until her BFF Jamie upstaged her. Monique is the real winner if you ask me. She’s got a baby coming. Of course, she somehow totally got knocked up before the wedding, but only Mama will say anything mean about it. Daddy agrees with her until he’s alone with his buddies. Then he can’t stop talking about what a catch both Helen and Monique Warner are. I hear she runs a fancy brothel. Mama hates her even more for that!

I turn the page.Eep!Do my eyes deceive me, or is it a rare photo of Kathleen Allen and her partner Ira Mathison? No way. You don’t understand. These two do everything they can to avoid the paps. Their relationship is so private that some speculate they’ve been secretly married for months. I hope they are. They’re such a darling couple, and the idea that they could hide something like that from the press makes me love Kathleen even more. I’ve had a major crush on her ever since she gave the commencement speech at my high school graduation two years ago. She went to the Winston Academy too but is way older than me – like, almost thirty.

She’s the kind of woman I aspire to be. Not only is she a mega-rich heiress like me, but she’s so incredibly classy and humble. (I know, I’ve gotta work on that.) In fact, isn’t she the richest woman around here? Yet she’s never flaunted it, except to cuthuge checks to her charity projects. I was shocked to find out she started dating a player like Ira Mathison a year ago. Never thought she would go for someone like that. Isn’t it amazing how a woman can reign another in? Oh, I know it’s not a good thought to have. Life doesn’t really work that way. Once an ass, always an ass. Yet it’s a fun fantasy, this business of taming a wildling who could have any woman in the world – but it’syouthey’re committing to for the rest of their life.

Ugh, and they look so good together. Why can’t I have something like that?

One more time my cell phone rings. Fine, Ashleigh, have at it!

“What?” Can she hear my ire? I bet she can.

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