Daisy Brown Romane & Geschichten

Click—ended. Ryan adjusted his cufflinks, stepping out smooth as she turned the corner. Daisy flinched—eyes flaring with brief panic, hand jerking the phone down—then recovered, smile glossy. "Mr. Brown! Good afternoon. Lost my way back from the copy room." He nodded measurably, probing her too-bright tone. "Daisy. All set?" "Absolutely!" She laughed shrilly, hurrying off, heels echoing flight. Ryan's gaze hardened, tracking her. Anastasia's doing—has to be. Jeremy's ghost office, hunting "that thing"?

★★★★ Daisy Home: Daisy had just finished bathing and was already dressed in a long, flowing red dress that hugged her figure perfectly. The dress had a slit that ran all the way up to her knee, showing just enough skin to make her look both dangerous and elegant. She stepped into the middle of her small, worn-out living room, it was dirty but that didn’t matter to her.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

So he was very busy. At the same time, she was also very busy. In addition to thinking about love and life, her work had suddenly entered a busy period. Daisy Brown had negotiated for new supply lines and there were several new organic sanitory products that were going to be introduced into the market. Although Arya was only working part-time, Daisy always took care of her and she would allow Arya to work together with her on certain suppliers. These few days, the new products were introduced into the market and Arya made use of the time when she was seeing clients and also the night time to go around various retail stores to check on the marketability of the

daisy Her dark brown hair fell down her back in shiny waves, covering the back of the bright orange jumpsuit Daisy was forced into. The metal cuffs were cold around her wrists and the chilly air made her shiver. Her uniform was several sizes too big for her so she turned the long sleeves into mittens, covering as much of her skin as she could past the cuffs. The pant legs were folded loosely but luckily her white trainers fit perfectly on her size 3 feet.

She looks around in appreciation, I cleaned the area so we can have some nice grass around us even though it's as good as dead. "Sì" I pull our the food from the basket, Daisy gasps when she sees the box of dark chocolate brownies. I didn't know she would get so happy about them. She practically snatches it from my hands, I don't say anything, and continue setting the other dishes on the mat. She starts ravaging the sweet treats. Someone has a sweet tooth. I freeze when I hear her moan at the first bite, she does a little happy dance. I'm unable to control myself. She looks so breathtaking.

And it only started that night. Damn it! Jasson glanced at the woman. He knew the lady. Daisy Rosie is a famous actress and model with a porcelain complexion, which was his type of woman. But even his taste seems to have changed. “Come on, be alone with me,” Daisy whispered in his ear, her seductive eyes making eye contact with him. She traces Jasson’s perfect jaw with her forefinger down to his neck until it leads to his arm and finally anchors it to his bicep, pulling him up.

He didn’t hesitate to make a few phone calls and within a minute, the gate was open ajar for Daisy. “That’s what I mean” Daisy smiled and drove in. The scenery around the Gray-hound pack house was almost heavenly, Daisy took a liking to the gigantic fountain positioned in the middle of the compound. The garden was also very beautiful with different flowers and a few fruits. As daisy drove into the parking lot, she saw a man probably in his early 60s, had brown hair with a few white strands scattered all over, he was about six feet tall and has a great build. He was facing a different direction from Daisy’s and so Daisy couldn’t see his face. Beside him was a beautiful young lady, unmistakenl

My eyes snap wide open and the fog in my brain clears when I see what I wasn't expecting to find on her. A dark brown crescent shaped mark sitting prettily on her back. Daisy's birthmark!

Daisy laughs to herself, discriminating the direction for what, if she has a compass in her hand now, she also doesn’t know where to go in this strange land. Daisy puts her heels in her bag. She takes off her blazer and stuffs it in. Daisy is the type of person who likes to hold all things, she is often worried that she does not bring enough supplies for necessary cases, so she always chooses a large bag. The sun shines on Daisy's face burning. The white shirt is also clinging to the body because it is drenched with sweat. Daisy's feet start blistering because of the hot sand. Daisy wants to take a sip of cool water and soak in the tub to chase away the scorching sun. How luxurious is that s