Chapter 102: Beg me and I might tell you
’’But my views have changed over time.’’
’’Oh? How so?" Ryle questioned.
’’If none of that happened, then I would not have Angel now,’’ Daisy never thought that she was the kind of person who was in any way incomplete or that she needed a man, her parents, or any other human to complete her. She was whole in herself but Angel’s arrival added so much to her wholeness in a way it felt surreal.
’’So, no regrets,’’ Daisy finished, meeting the man’s gaze, ’’Anything else that you want to talk about?"
’’The $50 billion that you sent...’’
’’I won’t be taking it back,’’ Daisy interrupted him knowing what he was about to say.
Ryle’s brows tugged together, ’’You know it well that money was never my objective behind the contract.’’
’’I have decided to take your offer and stay here for the time being and I am not doing it for free.’’
Ryle’s eyes widened briefly at the first part of her sentence but he frowned when she continued her words, ’’Even if you stay here forever and you insist on paying, $50 billion is too much,’’ he tried to bargain with her in her own words.
’’Might be,’’ Daisy went quiet.
And Ryle thought that she was finally considering the weight of his words when the woman spoke again.
’’But I don’t take things I have given away,’’ Daisy rolled her eyes, ’’Take the money as compensation for your mental, physical, and emotional disruption that my disguise caused to you, as your lawyer phrased it.’’
"_" The sudden attack rendered Ryle speechless.
He pressed his fist on his mouth and coughed twice.
"So, are you not changing your mind about staying here?"
Daisy rubbed her arms as she went to sit on the chair, ’’Do you want me to?" As she sat, the large shirt that she was wearing hiked up to her upper thighs.
"It’s good that you took the initiative of deciding it, or else I had other intentions,’’ his gaze went to her exposed thighs, moving up to his black shirt that she had donned.
Daisy followed his gaze and looked at herself. The shirt she was wearing was almost identical to his and it was at that moment did she realized that it was not some random clothes she was wearing. It was his. The shirt was his. ’’What intentions?"
"I would have coerced you into accepting it.’’
’’A very ideal thing to say,’’ Daisy narrowed her eyes, ’’Did you change my clothes without my consent?"
Ryle did a slow glance over at her body before he shrugged and walked inside the house.
Daisy’s lips parted as she looked at his retreating back in disbelief. Her face gradually turned red, whether out of anger or embarrassment, one had no clue. She inhaled a deep breath and glanced at the sky, reclining back on the chair.
Suddenly, a warmth enveloped her body.
Daisy lifted her head and glanced at the blanket that Daisy had covered her legs with. The man pulled it upwards till almost every inch of her exposed skin was covered.
Daisy shifted her gaze from the blanket and looked at the man, conflicting emotions swirling in her eyes, ’’Is it my turn to ask a question now?"
Ryle sat back on the coffee table, pulling it forward till their knees were bumping, ’’If you want to ask a question, I will let you ask one.’’
He met her gaze and a strange tension grew between them. Daisy leaned forward towards him. She placed her palm gently on his knee.
Ryle held his breath, his jaws clenching slightly as his eyes darkened. Fuck! Just a few delicate fingers, just a beautiful hand, what was so special about it?
’’Alright then. I can ask one. But I need an answer to the one question that I ask,’’ she whispered, ’’You can’t deflect as you did earlier.’’
Ryle did not say anything except for a stiff nod that he managed to give her, trying to control the abnormalities of his body.
’’What is it that you want from me, Ryle?"
’’Beg me and I might tell you,’’ Ryle whispered, his voice husky.
’’Dream on,’’ Daisy pushed herself away from him and stood up. The blanket slipped to the floor as she turned to leave.
However, she had just taken a step when a strong arm snaked around her waist and with a riveting force, she was pulled back.
Daisy fell back on Ryle’s lap and her hand instinctively wrapped around his neck for support ’’Did I allow you to leave?"
’’I do not need your permission before I do anything,’’ There were barely a few inches between their faces. She was sitting on his lap and the cold that she had felt earlier had long dispersed, her body was strangely growing warm and heaty. There was an urge to inch even closer to him.
’’Don’t you want your answer?"
’’If you are expecting me to beg, then you can continue with that for the rest of your life.’’
’’I will make you beg someday.’’
’’In your dreams, Ryle,’’ Daisy proceeded to get from his lap but he pulled her in again.
Ryle wrapped both his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck.
Daisy stiffened as the ticklish sensation overpowered her body.
"What do I want from you, you ask,’’ Ryle spoke against her neck, slowly and gently as his lips moved on her skin with every word that he uttered, ’’In this particular moment, I want to slide my hand inside this fucking shirt and trace every curve of your body till you lose control....’’
His words sent a delectable shiver down her spine and her back instinctively arched when his lips pressed harder on the nape of her neck.
’’Then, I want to rip apart this shirt and...’’
’’Stop,’’ With the last semblance of her consciousness, Daisy pressed a palm on his mouth.
’’I think...’’
’’You think what?" Ryle asked, nuzzling his face in her neck.
