DAISY.
My stomach twisted at his audacity, blabbing about like he had the right to stand in my face after all this time.
We were done. I was done with him. Why would he pop out all of a sudden to stand in my way?
With each statement he made, the emotions I was holding back were becoming harder to bear.
“Mr Ellington, I'm sorry I don't have any time left to entertain your rubbish,” I said, shooting up from my chair. “I'm a busy woman, as you can see. So, if you don't mind, excuse me.”
He stood up and caught my arm as I tried to walk away. That touch made my legs freeze right where I stood.
“I won't let you go, Daisy.”
His palm tightened around my wrist. A gesture I once cherished, but it kind of irritated me now because it brought back hurtful memories.
I turned around. “Mr Ellingt
