Savage's

CHAPTER 7

*Gray*

It was a new day, the second day Daisy was here, but the first full day, and I didn't know what to do. My family will be expecting her to be worn down, broken, and in distress. Meanwhile, I'm trying to fix all of those traits of hers. I have some time before mom comes to check on us, but not much. I need to determine a plan of action, because I'm not one to live spontaneously.

I hopped in the guest shower, realizing I had forgotten everything in my bathroom. It's six in the morning, and I doubt she'll even be awake yet, so I'm sure I can sneak in for a few things. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and tiptoed through the hall, towards my bedroom.

I peeked my head inside, and found Daisy sound asleep. Smiling to myself, I silently crept to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I started grabbing all the important things, while still leaving behind essentials for Daisy. This reminds me, I need to get some things for her. She needs her own bathroom supplies, and clothes of her own too.

With everything in one arm, I snuck back out into the room. I noticed in my peripheral vision, Daisy was sitting up in bed stretching her arms out to either side. I smiled, stealing a small glance, but quickly fumbled at the scene before me. Daisy was topless, bearing her breasts, and I stood there gawking like a child who had never seen boobs before! I was so taken off guard, and accidentally dropped a couple of the products onto the floor.

Daisy finally realized my presence, and she yanked the covers over her perfectly rounded breasts. I snapped out of the stupor she sent me in, and scrambled to pick up the products I dropped. When I looked at her again, she looked embarrassed, and all I could do was chuckle.

"I'm sorry to wake you," I started to say, and held up the products in my hands. "I needed a few things from the bathroom."

"You can still use your own shower, you know?" She offered, with the cutest little smirk.

"That wouldn't bother you?" I asked, wanting to use my shower, rather than the guest bathroom.

"No..." She shook her head, displaying the cutest perplexed expression.

"Great." I smiled, and walked back into the bathroom.

I locked the door behind me, and turned on the shower. I usually like a steaming hot shower, but this time I'm going to have to cool it down a little, because I can't stop thinking about her breasts. I'm not much of a boob guy, the ass is what I like, but her boobs are f*****g perfect. They're not too big, and not too small... f**k! The more I think about them, the harder I get, and I can't beat it off with her in the other room.

Sighing, I turned the water even colder. Focusing on taking my shower, I finally calmed down, and stepped out. I wrapped the towel around my waist again, and began shaving my face. I finished getting ready in the bathroom, and walked out to the bedroom, still in my towel.

This time, Daisy had her night gown back on, and watched me as I walked into the closet. I know I have a fit body, and I'm happy to put it on display for her, considering what I just got to see. Wait - what the f**k am I doing? I'm f*****g playing with fire... I've got to stop this.

I changed into a plain black suit for work, and stepped out of the closet again. Daisy was still watching me, curiously, with those beautiful hazel eyes of hers. I noticed her eyebrows raise a tad when she noticed the suit, and she must have realized I would be leaving for some time.

"I have to go to work," I commented, buttoning my suit, "I'll be back around four."

"Okay..." She hesitantly responded, almost afraid.

"The maid, Fran, will get you whatever you need." I said, heading for the doorway.

I winked at her, before leaving, which I later punished myself for. I'm digging myself a grave, the more I continue to flirt with Daisy, and I f*****g know it. Yet I continue to do it. Why am I such a glutton for punishment?

I left the penthouse, and got inside my car. As I left, I felt myself desiring to stay beside her, and I knew I was in too deep already. Luckily, I had twenty minutes to shrug it off, before stepping into the lion's den. I know the second I step foot in that building, everyone will be asking questions about Daisy. I'd love to tell them to mind their business, but that would leave me without a job.

Twenty minutes went by faster than usual, and I was already pulling into the parking lot. I gathered myself, before exiting my car, and walking into the large office. I nodded at the receptionist, and headed for the elevator. Everyone in my family had an office on the top floor, including myself.

As I crept through the halls, I was lucky enough to avoid my family members, and settled at my desk. I started working on the paperwork that I put off the other night. I had a lot of catching up to do. It will at least be easier to focus here at the office. As Logistics Manager, I oversaw the daily reports of operations. My job was easy, almost too easy, but I made good money doing it.

The afternoon rolled around, and I left the office to grab some lunch, which was my first mistake. The second I stepped out of my office door, Kellan was waiting for me around the corner. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and pulled me in close, chuckling the whole time.

"How's your new little bunny slave?" He snickered, patting my chest.

"She's fine." I grunted, pulling away from him.

"What's the matter, little bro?" Kellan laughed sadistically, "Forgot how to play with girls?"

I ignored him, and made my way toward the elevator. I knew Kellan wouldn't stop there, and wasn't surprised when he joined me in the elevator. I sighed, this was going to be the longest elevator ride of my life.

"So, don't keep me waiting!" Kellan hollered, "What's she like?"

"Kellan--" I growled, and immediately he interrupted with another question.

"Better yet, what does she taste like?" He snickered again, waiting for my response.

"Okay," I sighed, containing my anger, "That's enough."

"Dude, you're such a p***y when it comes to this s**t!" Kellan roared, and the doors opened.

I rushed out of the elevator, with Kellan still hot on my heels. I could hear him still asking racy questions, but the wind was drowning him out, thankfully. I kept walking until I reached my car, and Kellan slammed his hand against the door, preventing me from getting inside.

"What the f**k do you want, Kellan?!" I snapped, pushing him away from me.

"Some answers!" Kellan growled back, "I don't think you're using her for the right purposes, and I think you need a lesson."

"It's not my fault you already killed your birthday present," I growled, "try to be more careful with your fiancé."

"Shut the f**k up!" Kellan roared, shoving my head against the car window.

I hit him once in the stomach, and then in the neck, and he dropped to the ground breathless. That was my second mistake. I fixed my wrinkled suit, and got inside my car. I drove away without another thought, Kellan could get f****d. He's my least favorite family member, because of how malicious he is, and we never got along.

I knew word would travel back to my mother, and I had to prepare for the next battle. She has always favored Kellan, probably because they're cut from the same cloth, and I knew she would be out for blood... my blood.