A newspaper was dropped on my lap by an angry mom.
    "What the?" She barked with her fists outwards from her hips.
With no need to check what was in or on it, I knew she'd not understand.
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from that bastard? He killed your father, now you want him to ruin your reputation? Crap! He ain't worthy of anything Daisyln!"
      It's been years since she'd scolded me. And it felt utterly horrible. This side of tough mom always brought thunder in our lives.

"I'm not going to just sit and watch him wreck what you've struggled to establish. I'm going to sue him."
     "Mom!" I cried suddenly aware of how serious she was taking the issue. "Sue him for what? Loving me?"
   That sent her off the edge.
Her face literally went pink, a cocktail of anger and deep rage and a little of disgust or disappointment.

"That's it! I'm going to have a talk with that man. It's either he leaves you alone, or he'll regret ever coming in our lives."
    With no other word, the furious dragon flew out of the room like a bomb ready to explode.

I sighed throwing the paper to the wall. It smacked on the surface, then slipped to the floor between the wall and the bed.
    What kind of shit had I gotten myself into?
       Where was Vince anyway?
After a cold shower, I put on sweatpants and a little white top, grabbed my headphones then jogged down the stairs.
  I could hear bitter yells from the kitchen, mom was talking to someone over the phone. And it didn't strike me to hear my name in the conversation.

One last sad sigh and I jumped outside, wearing the headphones. They weren't plugged anywhere. Just wore them so that no one would disturb my morning jog.
    The air was cold.
The people's gazes questioning as I jogged past them.
      So I decided to take a run in the park instead. At least I'd only find fellow joggers there that were into their business.
But still, the eyes were demanding. What was on that newspaper that seemed to give me such weird attention?
       The jog ended as soon as a  blond man, with piercing dark eyes came in sight from another path... I averted my direction, but Alex ran ahead and blocked it.
       His warm breaths gushed from his nostrils against the cold.
  And from the perspiration along his forehead, seemed like he'd been running a lot.
"You can't avoid me Munchy."
    I pushed down the headphones. "What do you want Alex? Thanks to your stupidity, I'm showing up on a local newspaper."
He laughed stopping at my front.
"You're welcome for the publicity. I'm just wondering about...yesterday. Did he...did Vince-" "Gawd! Will you never quit?" I squeaked, knowing too well what he meant.
     But I was so fascinated by the glow of envy on his face.

"I guess I'm too stubborn than you are." When he stepped forward, I backed. But a hand yanked me sorely against him without an apology. Damn I loved how possessive he was about me. Damn dominant.
       "Let me go!"
Alex laughed. "We both know you don't want that." He whispered lowering his head at my neck.

A stream of hot breaths nibbed at the sensitive skin there. Before something hot and wet was swept across.
    I bottled a light moan and pretended to push Alex away.
 
"Stop this Al-" Another neck kiss stole my speech. He went on, never caring about who would see. Honestly, I didn't either.
     "You're a wild cat. Seems like three years worked perfectly on your other side." Alex joked clearing the hairs off my temple.
    My lips were extremely dry, in need of a kiss. Which the bastard didn't give. Instead, he pulled away, studied my expression.

"Damn you look so lusty."
   He laughed running fingers through my hair.
      "I don't!" Denied avoiding his tempting eyes.
"Then say it with tour gaze on mine..."
    I did look up. But had no will to fight the crave.

Alex made the best from the situation by the satisfied chuckles. "Just tell that pest that I'll always be watching you two. Nobody, nobody, is taking my woman away from me."
    A large lump had blocked my throat. Making it difficult to talk back... He really thought so highly of himself. But maybe it's why I was so crazy about in him.
 
        "You're such an idiot!" Snapped before jogging back.
  I heard him laugh, and that made me grin to myself.
  "I love you Daisy! You're mine!"
The yell came as I initiated a corner by a large tree.
*        *       *

     We arrived at the grand mansion at six. I had been there a few times over the past three years, but never in the company of mom.
   She was still mad at me, I knew.
But it'd pass with time. And I was in no rush to make her forgive me.
       
       Dinner started out normally, with his parents and mom conversing about different topics.
Vince hadn't breathed a word to me since we met. He didn't even sit near me as usual. Instead, preferred to sit one chair away from me. With his younger brother between us.

      "I'm sorry about Vince's actions Mrs Jenner. These children are so careless these days," his mom apologised sincerely.
Mom shot me a sharp glare.
   "I'd also like to apologise on Daisy's behalf. She's been-" "It wasn't her fault that two men are fighting for her." At the statement from his mom, his fork suddenly cluttered on the platter.
           "I'm not mom!" Vince hissed with bloodshot eyes at her... Then at me. "She's just a friend. I'm only looking out for her."
    Way to go with denying the chemistry. But maybe it was best if things stayed that way...just friends.
        "I expected more from you Vincent!" His father cut in. Expression stony and serious.
   "Same from you Daisy! You're a daughter to me. And I'm sure your father wouldn't appreciate you getting in fights."
        "Dad! Daisy didn't get in the fight. She tried to stop it."

"And got hurt in the act," the old man reminded fiercely.
I didn't dare utter a word.
    It was enough that mom had scolded me over and over.

"Sorry, it won't happen again," I assured firmly.
      "Better not!" Mom added strictly.
What was bothering her? She seemed so edgy with me.
     "It's alright Mrs Jenner, they're just children. They make a lot of mistakes. Don't be hard on the lady," Vince's mom defended.
 
For the rest of the dinner, I kept any word to myself. And when it was over, I excused myself to the bathroom.
    
     With the lock secured, I turned to the square mirror pinned on the wall. The image, so put together and presentable. But deep inside, I was tearing to pieces. My heart was confused and shattered.
          
I let the tears roll down my cheeks and into the sink. Let my conflicted soul wander in the abyss of pure torment.
      I still loved Alex, if not more.
But that love was hurting me. It was torturing me. Getting the better out of me to a point it felt as if I wasn't myself anymore.

  Sure he was rich, devilishly good-looking, lovable. But I needed to feel something else from him. Something that I felt around Vince...something I couldn't describe.
      Knock! Knock!
I cut short a sob, and quickly wiped the wetness from my face.
   
   "Daisy? Open up." Vince requested knocking again.
   "Give me a sec!" Yelled turning in the water. After rinsing my face, I reached for the key, unlocked the door and waited.
   It swung in, and the tall frame stepped in.

He closed the wooden door behind him. Before approaching me in relaxed steps.
       "You were crying, why?"
I just stared at my image, hoping he'd go away.
   "What makes you think-"
"Your eyes are puffy, and reddish."
  "I...the powder us affecting me."

"Daisy! I may not be a beauty therapist, but I'm sure I know allergies when I see them."
     He stopped at my back.
His eyes coming for mine on the mirror.
    "Is it about what they-" "No!"
I turned around.
    "It's about what you said... Are we just friends?"

Vince's jaw tightened. His eyes flew down to my chest, then back at me. "Yes, what we been doing is wrong. We both know you still love Alex like crazy." "I want to forget about him. I need your help."
     Vince went awestruck.
"You don't have to do this. You'll only hurt-" "I've decided Vince. I need a fresh start. And you're the perfect guy. Dad chose you, didn't he?"
       Before he could answer, I spooned my body against his. Slid hands at his neck cautiously.
   "Maybe it's you I'm meant to be with."
I felt his hands circle my waist. Before resting above my bottom.
          We both wanted each other. I was not sure about completing one another, but Vince was what I wanted to let go of Alex.
   He started kissing my lips, then my neck, before lifting me off the floor.

My legs snaked at his waist. Feeling the growing member against my center.
         Vince rode the dress up to my waist. "Let's take this to my bedroom." He whispered hotly in my ear.
  I moaned sliding to the floor.
"Took you long enough."  Smiled allowing the male to lead me out of the bathroom and in the golden hallway.

    All the way, Vince kept kissing me, caring not if the maids would spot us.
And when we were in his room, he was already out of the T-shirt.

   His rugged breathing burnt my face in a slurping kiss as he pushed the straps of the dress off my shoulders.
       His hands were quick to unzip it, then let it fall to the floor...
The lacy black bra, matched the lacy panties that I'd purchased a week ago. They looked great together.
      "I've waited for an eternity," Vince whispered hungrily.
I was getting heated up. From his talks, to his actions.
    There wasn't time for thoughts, I just did away with his belt, and pushed his jeans down.
        "Daisy! This is madness!" Vince laughed pushing me to the bed.
    "Hot madness," I teased as my back came in contact with the covers.

      In no time, we were under the covers, naked. He was on fire, with the caresses all over me. And I had never felt so alive in the middle of a crisis. Just wanted the male inside me for all the world could care.
   Vince groans were glorious.
They assured me that we weren't doing anything wrong.