Daisy has been a stripper all of her life against her wishes. With an annoyingly genius brother to take care of, she is ready to do whatever it takes to give him the life he deserves and he wants the same for her. He goes to the point of credit card...
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DAISY
He convinced me when he finger-fucked me into oblivion and I hate myself for it.
I watched him pack our night bag. He'd kiss me now and then, if he's near me to grab a charger or some of my things for me.
"I'm gonna get some coffee. You want some?" I asked as he zipped up the bag and kept it aside. He smiled, "I'll make it." Then he goes downstairs. I don't follow him immediately. He's too nice to me suddenly. He was nice before but now... it's different. Or do I feel different?
Taking a deep breath, I walked downstairs and watched as he popped a pod into the coffee machine and placed a cup under it while he waited. I quietly walked down to the kitchen and hopped on the island, crossing my legs at the ankles, and waited.
When the cup is filled, he turns around and holds it up for me, "Your coffee." My brows furrow, "You're not gonna drink any?" He shakes his head, "Not in the mood." I funnily look at him, "Not in the mood? You run on coffee. It's your vroom-vroom juice." Jin snorts, "I'm fine."
I keep the cup to my side and ask, "Is this pity?"
"What's pity?"
"You. This coffee. Kissing me at every chance you get. Fucking me. Is this pity?"
He puts his hands on my knees and gently tries to spread my legs but I keep them firm and close, "Don't give me a twisted answer by being all tender with me." Thank god I had shorts under the T-shirt now. His lips are thin, eyes something I can't decipher, "Does it feel like pity?" I swallow, "Yes."
"I do pity you, Daisy."
"Way to win a girl's heart, Yang."
"I'm serious. I pity you because of all the things you went through. I hate that you went through it all alone. I hate that it happened to you. And I hate it even more that it was out of my control."
My throat closed and I was about to hop off the island but he placed firm hands on my sides and kept me pinned, forcefully stepping between my legs and keeping me trapped. "Kissing you every chance I get isn't because I pity you. It's because... it's just because...." He can't say it but I urge, "Because?" He presses his brow to mine, his lips an inch away from mine, "Because I've wanted to kiss you for a long time. I can't go a day without holding you. I can't go a day without knowing you're by my side. I'm protective and possessive when it comes to you. I know it's weird, I know you hate men that are too possessive like asshole alphas, and I know you don't like me much."
That's where he's wrong.
His voice drops to a husky whisper, "Kissing you and fucking you is never out of pity. It's all a strong desire that I kept in for too long. It's been there since the day I saw you camping outside my house, determined to get inside even if your bones were shivering. It's been there the day since I've known how beautiful, smart, and strong you are— how you're carefree and don't let little things bother you." He takes a deep breath, "But if you don't—" I capture his lips with mine before he can say another word.
