Page 34 of Chaining Daisy
He ducks off and heads the other direction, so maybe not, but jealousy heats my blood anyway.
Maybe this was a bad idea, pushing her to come to class…to move forward with things. Those little punks will be sniffing around her like dogs.
I grind my teeth as I turn to follow her, arguing internally with myself over the fact that she needs to pass her class versus the fact that I need to ensure she knows who owns her—body and soul. She turns a corner, some stupid juniper bushes hiding her from view, and I quicken my steps, heart thudding faster.
There she is, going up the stairs to a humanities building, hurrying even though I’m pretty certain her next one starts on the hour. She has ten whole minutes left.
What I could do to her in ten minutes.
I find myself hurtling up the stairs behind her, bumping into several students without offering any apology.Where is she?My eyes scan the corridors, but my girl has already disappeared.
I yank her new phone from my pocket. I’m going to text her. It’s the same number as her old one, so she’ll easily recognize the call.
But that’s when I see a new message on her screen from a contact labeled only Justin—no last name. Her phone never buzzed because I set it to silent, not wanting a barrage of her Wild Flower group texts annoying me all morning.
I click to open the message and read:Hey! Just wanted to make sure we’re still on for tomorrow night. Looking forward to seeing you.
Lava rips through my chest and for a moment I burn, unable to see anything around me. But I breathe deeply and slowly, until gradually, it cools and hardens into resolve.
I know just what to do.
I text back to that little fucker:Great, see you then.
Then I stride down the hall, checking classrooms. If I yank open the door to an occupied one, I just give a curt, “Sorry, wrong room,” and move on.
Finally, I find an open one.
Classroom 118 is empty, it even has some desks piled up in the corner that make it look like storage. Perfect. That means we won’t get interrupted.
I yank Daisy’s phone out of my pocket again and text my own number.Come to classroom 118 now. Daddy needs to see you.
Patience gone, blood racing, jealousy fueling me … It’s definitely time to remind my Daisy just who she belongs to.
GUNNAR
Daisy arrives a flustered mess, shoving her dark silky hair behind her shoulders as she scurries into the empty classroom. She stops short when she sees me standing inside with the lights still off, desks and chairs piled behind me marking this room as more of a storage room than one currently in use.
I watch, amused, as she realizes my intentions, which are probably as obvious as my cock tenting my pants right now.
Her eyes widen and she glances behind her—like she’s worried someone saw her going into this abandoned classroom and followed her.
The only person following you is me, baby.
When she turns toward me, her breathing is shallow. I can’t tell if those little nipples of hers are peaked beneath her sweater dress, but I’m betting so.
Just her presence makes me dizzy with lust and I wonder if she feels the same. Overwhelmed.
But there’s more than just lust brewing here. As I look down at her, eyes tracing the curve of her glossy lips, I’m struck by a combination of fierce longing and pure awe. Life has put my girl through the wringer. And yet, here she stands, smiling tentatively up at me.
“Hey! That was fast. Dropping off my phone?”
My mind isn’t processing her mundane words. It’s too busy still trying to digest the reality that she’s mine.
I sort of knew it last night. I stayed up. Couldn’t sleep. But the beast was in charge then, the filthy part of me laying out plans for her.
Right now, staring at Daisy in her conservative little dress, noting the freckles dotted on her nose, even how the cadence of her voice has normalized—instead of holding that sad, somber note that clung to it the past few months—I can’t help but get caught up in the moment.
God, I love this girl.
