35

DAISY

“Yes…yes…yes…shit…harder…!“ I was yelling out in intense pleasure as I was riding doggy style with the burly, Aussie stranger who I met in the nightclub an hour ago.

I grabbed the sheet in a tight fist at how fast we were going. We were both moaning so loud at the moment. My boobs danced in the air at his thrusts and soon, he grabbed them in his firm hands, squeezing them up in his hands.

“You love my fat dick inside your ass?“ He asked in a grinning manner, slapping my ass-cheeks and a yelp escaped me.

”Yes, motherfucker. Fuck me harder,“ My eyes were partly shut and I was biting down on my lower lips, basking in the pleasure. ”Yes, yes, yes, harder. Oh, geez!”

Sex was a good way of relieving stress, the psychologist got that one right. This was just what I needed to send off the most stressful week of my life.

“OMG, fuck!” I screamed in ecstasy as he inserted two fingers inside my slit, fucking my pussy and my ass hole all at once. This couldn't be any better than I imagined it would be. He was fucking me just how I loved it, hard and fast.

The bed was giving creaking sounds at how fast he was going. I didn't mind. My body was receiving some loving and it's been a while, my goodness.

“You ready to cum, baby?“ He grunted, grabbing my boobs and increasing his thrusts with his dick and fingers at a mad pace that I couldn't restrain my screams anymore.

Goddess knows if he goes any faster than this, my head's gonna blow up. Can't take all the pleasure he's showering me with.

The walls of my pussy clenched around his fingers, and I recoiled in the massive wave my orgasm flowed out with.

”Oh…Goddess…!” I moaned out loud, as his fingers came out of my slit, but rubbed my pussy in a circular motion.

”Hold on, babe. I wanna cum!“ He seethed, grabbed my ass cheeks tighter, and took out his dick from my asshole before plunging in harder, making me jerk at his monstrous thrust. He repeated the same thing, and soon, he collapsed on me, releasing his seed inside the condom he was wearing.

I laid still until pleasure ebbed away. His arms came around my naked body but I slipped out of his hold, getting down from the bed.

“Why? You don't like cuddling after sex?” He teased, sizing me up with eyes that read he might wanna take me on another fast round. Well, tough luck. I need some beauty sleep and he needs to leave.

“Get up. You not spending the night in my suite,“ I told him, standing akimbo, totally unabashed that I was completely naked in front of a man I had no emotional attachments with.

”Scared I might pounce on you in the middle night?“

“I mean it. You leaving,“ I said sternly, hoping he gets the message. He did and grumbled his way down my bed and got dressed.

He was a fine man. Any other girl out there would kill for just a minute with him. But rather than the looks, what got me intrigued by him was his wittiness. He cracked me up for ten minutes straight. That was quite a feat. And I'm a sucker for witty, sarcastic guys. So when he offered we take the night to somewhere private, I didn't hesitate. He earned it, alright.

But spending a night with a man after sex was something I didn't dare to do. It makes the whole thing seem rather intimate and soul-bonding and I'm not up for that. It's just physical for me so the cuddling, the whispering all night, the slow kisses and musings, I don't do them.

”You throwing me out without a goodbye kiss?“ He asked, giving me a rather puppy look that made me loosen up and smile.

I walked over to him, stood on my toes, and kissed his lips. But he had other plans, I realized a little too late as he crushed me into the wall.

“What are you–fuck!“ I yelled out, parting my legs as his erect dick plunged into my pussy again. His pants were still on him, but he'd stuck out his dick through his fly.

“How about one last round?“ He smirked, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his midriff. My hands went around his neck, fingers raking through his hair as he began his onslaught on my pussy.

“Oh, shit, fuck, you so good,“ I moaned out, throwing my head back at the tide of pleasure sizzling in my spine.

“Yes, I'm fucking good, and I'm gonna take you through squirts,“ He said hoarsely, increasing his thrusts like he wanted to tear my pussy apart. Sounds of wet skins slamming each other filled the room. He reached for my lips and seized them in a deep kiss.

His dick struck my G-spot and I yelled out but it got muffled in the kiss. I gave my first squirt, recoiling into his body at the heat. He didn't stop, he fucked me through the squirt until I was having another.

“Jesus!“ I gasped, almost hoping down his arms, but he had my back pinned to the wall. His thrusts came in again, crashing against the weak walls of my wet pussy, and in a few seconds, I was having another squirt.

“Yes, baby. Squirt over my dick,“ He smirked, still plunging deeper like his dick was an archaeologist set out on a mission to find a hidden artifact deep inside my slit.

He unpinned me from the wall and carried me through the lounge and to the door. There, he fucked me through another squirt and another, and then he got his release inside of me. Good thing I was on pills.

He waited till I was back to my senses and then he slowly put me down, zipping up his fly. My knees were weak and I had to place a hand on the wall for support.

”I had a nice time,“ He flashed me one of those captivating smiles he had going.

”Me too,“ I beamed, watching him until he left my suite.

I hurried back to the bedroom and slumped on the bed, drifting off to sleep. It has been one exhausting day for me.

*

The knock on the door had me jerking up from the bed. Groggily, I fluttered my eyes open and was hit by the sun's rays infiltrating the windows. Was it morning already?

I sat up, feeling exhausted from last night. My long, disheveled blonde hair cascaded down my naked body. The knock came again, and I knew I couldn't sit around much longer.

I dragged the duvet and wrapped it around my body as I went to get the door. It had to be room service. I'm sure.

I turned the doorknob, arranging my formal smile but it faded at the sight of a pizza box and the person holding it.

”Morning,“ He smiled, taking off his dark shades. “Got you pizza,“

“Liam,“ I was flustered to see him so early in the morning. Conscious of how I looked and how messy the bedroom was, I couldn't bring myself to usher him in.

“Did I wake you up?“

“No, no. I - uh - I was awake. Uhm, what you doing here so early? And how did you find out I spent the night here?“

I was struggling with my words, at the same time, struggling to keep the duvet from sliding down my naked body.

“Your phone?“ He wiggled his brows like I had just asked an obvious question. Right, my location is always turned on so it leads everyone in Spain right to me.

”Oh, okay,“ I laughed nervously, still not letting him again.

“Are you okay? You seem –“ His words trailed off as he took in my appearance. He frowned, pushing the door and walking in.

He placed the pizza on the center table of my lounge and disappeared into my bedroom. I stood there waiting till he reappeared, leaning against the wall with his legs crossed and his arms folded.

“Don't look at me like that,“ I mumbled, turning crimson from his scrutiny. I couldn't even bear to meet his gaze. Liam Lawrence sure has a way of intimidating anyone.

Yeah, you heard right. Lawrence. The human friend of Father. The owner of the high school I attended back in New Orleans. This was his only son, Liam Lawrence.

Liam was the only child and heir to the Lawrence empire. He was groomed to take over the empire right from his toddler days. At 16, he was already involved in making crucial decisions in the business affairs of the Lawrence empire.

Tall, strikingly handsome, sleek black hair, grey eyes, a heart-shaped face that takes your breath away, lean and taut. Prim and proper, Liam was the kind never to do anything rash. He was always rational, always sticking to norms and rules. Always coloring within the lines. Highly principled, he never smoked and doesn't go past a glass of martini. Never takes a step without thinking it through, Cautious to a fault.

He was a Harvard straight A and was in his final year in college. Majors in Business and has a minor in arts. For the last four years, he has been my wingman, best friend, and somewhat my anchor.

His only flaws should be that he was overly protective and would do about anything to keep you safe. That's how perfect Liam Lawrence was.

Most times, I feel lacking, compared to him. And I'm left meditating, how do some people come out without any flaws, have life perfectly laid out for them, and then some of us gotta go through hell and back just to survive?

”Liam, please,“ I whined, and he arched his brows, “Stop looking at me like that,“

”I thought you said you were tired last night,“

“I was,“

“Then you should have gotten some rest. But you didn't. Your bedroom shows how busy you were last night,”

My cheeks flamed from his snide remarks and my gaze trailed to my feet.

“I asked you to be my date to the gallery opening and you shut me down with the excuse that you were tired and needed to head home. But this was it?“

”No, Liam. I was tired, but Valeria –“

“Valeria? She's back?”

”Yes, last night. And she wanted to hang out, just the two of us. I couldn't turn her down, so that's why I lied to you. I'm sorry,”

“Oh, okay. I get it. I mean, it's been a while since you both saw each other so yeah, I get it. But I don't get why you had to have sex with him. Who's he, anyway? An admirer?“

”No, a one-night-stand,“

His eyes shut open like they were gonna pull out of their sockets. I was expecting this kinda reaction when I tell him about it. But I didn't know we were gonna have this talk so early in the morning.

“A what?!“

“I know it's crazy. But Valeria made me do it,“

It was strange and totally out of character for me to have sex with just a random guy. But it was all Valeria's idea. Having a rich, slutty friend does have its disadvantage.

Valeria has been my friend since I arrived here in Spain. I met her at one of my therapy sessions, turns out she was also a client of my therapist. We clicked at first sight and ever since then, we've maintained a close bond.

She was Hispanic, unlike Liam and I who were Americans. Heiress to a family fashion company, a famous young model, CEO of her makeup brand, a dance teacher, and a college student. Valeria had quite a busy life.

Three years in college and she dropped out, focusing on building her makeup brand. She flew to the Philippines to establish it. Been a whole year and the business was already making headlines and booming.

After my fans' meeting yesterday, I got a phone call from her. With the excitement to see her again, I forgot how crazy she could get and that she had requested to meet up in a nightclub.

I was already consumed by the buzz when she dared me into talking to a random stranger. And we did just that, talks. Not until the sparks went up and we wanted something more.

“So Valeria asks you to go speak to a guy, but you ended up fucking him instead. Is that it?“ Liam was still on my case.

“Yes, that's it. And I know it was stupid, but it happened, okay? Can we drop this issue now, please?“ I said in a rush, slumping on the sofa.

”Did he really have to give you a hickey?“

“What?“ He gestured at my lower neck and there it was, a glaring hickey. The nerve of him! ”I didn't know he did this,” I explained, hating that Aussie's guts.

“Okay. But just tell me one more thing. You did make use of a condom, right?“

“Yes, I did. Plus, I'm on pills. So you got nothing to worry about.“ I ended with an eye roll. He gets so intense sometimes like he was my father or protector.

He came to sit next to me, placing two tickets and passports on the table.

“You do know we're leaving today, right?“

Right. How could I have forgotten? Ever since Father called and requested that I transferred to the college in the pack region, I've been uneasy. I try not to show it, but the pang remained in my heart.

“Yes, and you know that you don't have to come with me, right? Harvard is a better choice and you already earned quite a name for yourself there. I don't see why you wanna throw all that away,”

”I'm not throwing anything away. I'm choosing between what I want and what I need. I need to be next to you, Daisy. And it's not because you some fragile thing who needs protection. I just got so addicted being next to you, and you know addictions are hard to break,“

”Liam–“

“We already talked about this. I'm leaving with you and that's it. Don't try to convince me to stay. You'll be hurting my feelings by doing that,“

Typical Liam Lawrence. Once he makes a decision, he never goes back on it. Makes him a strong contender when you try to go up against him in anything. He'll never let go, never gives up. Takes the fight to the end. I admire him more each day.

”Well, I guess you'll have to make arrangements for three,“

”Three? Who else is coming with us?“

“Valeria.“ I beamed at the startled expression on his face.

“What? Why would she wanna do that?“

”I don't know. She said she can't stay away from her buddies so she's coming with us. She already got her transfer letter ready. You both are so stubborn,“ I puffed, leaning back on the couch.

“You didn't – does she have the slightest idea that the majority of the students there are werewolves?“

“Geez, no. She still doesn't know I'm a werewolf either. That's why I'm kinda worried. I don't want her getting into trouble with my kind,“

Valeria is human, just like Liam. But she has no idea about my real identity as a werewolf. As much as I wanted to tell her, I couldn't. It goes against the law that werewolves abide by. Although Father had broken that law once and trusted Liam's Father, he's an Alpha for a reason, right? I can't do the same. I don't wanna incur the wrath of the Moon Goddess on me. Or be punished for breaking the laws.

And though, Liam knows that I was a werewolf, he still has no idea that I was rejected. He thinks I'm yet to find my mate.

“We gotta keep her on a leash, I guess. Try to restrain her a bit. But that's gonna be impossible, right?“

“Yeah, very.“ I nodded. Valeria was a bird, figuratively speaking. You could never restrain her. You could never pull out her wings.

”You should go get ready. Our flight leaves in forty minutes,“ He said.

For some others, forty minutes was a short time to get ready. But for me, it wasn't. Being a celebrity has taught me a lot, and that includes getting ready in a matter of seconds. When you always on the clock, you get pretty fast at many things.

I locked myself in the bathroom and let the warm water wash off the steam from last night.

“LOST AND NEVER FOUND has broken the internet, getting over a billion reviews,“ Liam said from outside the door.

I grinned. LOST AND NEVER FOUND was my newly released book. I had the fans' meeting yesterday, and there I announced my hiatus. But I didn't mention why I was going on a break, didn't mention that I was leaving Spain. Father insists I keep it low profile. I'm not sure why he suddenly wants me to return. But yeah, like I said, I was uneasy.

“The part where the female main character said she died completely when he left and was just living a facade now. Were you talking about your past with him?“

With him. Liam knows I was heartbroken. I didn't tell him it was a mate thing. Just told him I was a victim of unrequited love.

That's what he's hinting at right now.

I froze at his words. But I was quick to snap out of it. ”I write sad, non-fictional romance stories, Liam. It's non-fiction for a reason.“

“Yeah, maybe. It kinda felt real though. Like you were talking about yourself. Alright, hurry up. Thirty minutes left.“ I heard his footsteps distancing from me and into thin air.

With him gone, I sighed in relief. He was right. It was about me. I started writing sad, romantic stories because the therapist said I had to channel my sadness somewhere. I didn't expect to become a best seller and gain such popularity. And the celebrity lifestyle gives you room for nothing like sadness, or agony. You always have to look happy, or so it seems.

I never healed from my pains but I did a pretty good job of locking them away in the basement of my heart. Barely visited them. Time doesn't heal all wounds, and whoever said that should be locked behind bars for inventing a false theory. Five good years have gone and I was still favoring my bruised heart. I put on a facade and make everyone think I was okay now. And dear Goddess do I hope to be. But I wasn't, and that fact still gets me depressed sometimes.

I find myself writing about my pains in the books, but I thought it wasn't so obvious. Maybe it isn't, but Liam just knows me well enough.

Again, the thought of returning to my region had me uneasy. There was every chance I might see Logan, Suzy, or any of the horsemen. How do I react? What do I do? Do I avoid them or confront them? I still was undecided. Still don't have a clue about what to do.

I stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed rather quickly. I didn't need to pack anything. My bags were already packed by my assistants and were already in the car outside.

”Shall we?“ Liam gestured at the door and I nodded, walking ahead of him as we exited the room and checked out of the hotel.

”We need to pick up Valeria.“ I informed him as we got into the car and zoomed off.