Semua Bab DON’T STOP: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Norman“Don’t be too surprised, Norman.”Her voice was calm. Almost amused. The kind of calm that took effort to produce, and she was producing it very well.“When I left the event last night, I came back to check on you,” she continued. “I couldn’t find you anywhere inside, so I went to the parking structure.” A pause. “That was when I saw you. In your car. With her. Your ex wife.”The room was very quiet.I didn’t look at Daisy. I couldn’t. I stared at a fixed point on the wall and kept my face as still as I could manage and said absolutely nothing.“I can also tell that you still love her,” Evelyn said. No accusation in it. Just a statement, delivered plainly, like something she had already made her peace with before picking up the phone. “So do tell me the truth. Are you with her right now?”I exhaled slowly.“Yeah,” I said. “I am.”“Okay.” Another pause, shorter this time. “I can’t force you to have feelings for me, Norman. I see that you won’t be able to leave that woman behind

NormanShe smirked at me, that dangerous little curve of her lips that always meant trouble.“I asked if you wanna have—”Her words died the second I slapped my hand over her mouth.My heart slammed against my ribs. The room suddenly felt too small, too hot. Her eyes widened slightly above my palm, but instead of pulling away, she wrapped her fingers around my wrist and held my hand right there — pressed firmly over her soft lips.Fuck.The sight hit me like a punch. Half her face covered by my hand, those pretty eyes staring up at me, dark and hungry. She looked like she wanted to be used. Like she wanted me to ruin her. My cock twitched hard in my pants, already throbbing, already leaking.I swallowed thickly. My thoughts were turning nasty — filthy images flashing through my head of her on her knees, mouth full, eyes watering while I fucked her throat.Slowly, I dragged my hand down, letting my thumb brush over her bottom lip as I pulled away.She didn’t say anything. Just watched

DaisyI noticed it in the small things first.The way he paused sometimes in the middle of sentences like he had lost the thread of something. The way he reached for his temple when he thought I wasn’t looking. The way he smiled just a half second too quickly whenever I asked if he was okay, like the smile was something he kept ready and waiting specifically for that question.I knew that smile. I had worn it myself for three years.Something was wrong.I tried to ask him directly twice. Both times he looked at me with that warm, steady expression and said he was fine and changed the subject so smoothly that I almost believed him. Almost. But I knew Norman. I knew the difference between fine and performing fine, and what I was watching every day was a performance.The knowing sat in my chest like something cold.I stopped sleeping well. I would lie in the dark beside him and listen to him breathe and run through every possibility in my head and arrive at the same place each time — a p

DaisyI woke up gasping.It was a nightmare. A big, bad one!The room was dark and still and exactly as it had always been, and for a long, terrible second I couldn’t separate what was real from what wasn’t. My heart was slamming against my ribs. My face was wet. My hands were shaking against the sheets.I sat up.The other side of the bed was empty.Of course it was empty. He had left. After everything, after the talking and the crying and the things we had finally said out loud to each other and then the sex that followed, he had gotten dressed quietly and told me he had feelings for me.And I’d told him we shouldn’t go there.And then he had gone.I reached for my phone with hands that wouldn’t fully steady themselves and found his name and called.It rang twice.“Daisy?” His voice came through immediately, low and alert, like he hadn’t been fully asleep. “What’s—”“Come over.” My voice broke completely on the second word. “Please. Please just come.”A sharp silence. “Are you cryin

DaisyWe must have drifted off after that beautiful, slow lovemaking. The rain was still falling softly outside when I woke up later that evening. The room was dim, lit only by the grey twilight filtering through the curtains. Norman was still asleep beside me, lying on his back with one arm draped loosely over my waist. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed and peaceful in sleep.I smiled softly, my heart swelling with warmth. Leaning in, I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, slow and tender. He didn’t stir, just let out a quiet sigh in his sleep. I lingered there for a moment, brushing my thumb over his cheek, before carefully slipping out of bed.My body felt deliciously sore in the best way. I wanted to make us dinner, something warm and comforting to match the rainy evening, but first I needed to freshen up. I padded quietly to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water heated quickly, filling the room with steam. I stepped under the spray, letting the