"Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?" He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I'm not allowed to speak.
"That you said 'yes' to marrying me." He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. "Theref...
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Daisy's P.O.V.
As I pack the bags for the trip, Hope goes to the washroom to pee. She made me pack all the dresses she had purchased with her father a few days ago.
"Mommy, come!" As I hear Hope's shout, I immediately rush to the bathroom, worried about her.
"What—" As I enter, my words trail off, seeing the sight in front of me. Hope has spilt shampoo all over the clothes.
I march towards her, scolding, "Hope, what did you do?"
"Mommy, I was just washing my hands," she says, giving me an innocent look.
"But, Hope, it's shampoo," I explain. "We wash our hair with this."
"Oopsie-Topsy, Mommy. Hope forgot." She giggles, and I shake my head in disbelief at her condition.
"Now I have to bathe you." I kneel and take off her dress.
"Yippee... I'll bathe again." She claps her hands with delight because she loves to play with water in her little pink bathtub.
"Hopi, don't tell me you did this deliberately to take a bath." I give her a wary look, placing my hands on my waist.
She shakes her head. "I swear, Mommy, it was a mistake."
She is such a little drama queen.
"Okay, I believe you." I nod at her before picking her up in my arms. "But be careful next time." I settle her down in the bathtub and wash her gently, trying to remove all the shampoo from her body.
"Mommy, you also bathe with Hopi." She splashes water on me, giggling.
"You naughty little girl." I laugh, gently pulling her nose.
The doorbell breaks our moment.
Hope chirps, "Mommy, it must be Daddy."
My heartbeat races. Finally, I'll meet Luke after three long days.
As the doorbell rings continuously, I rise from the floor. "Hopi, don't do any mischief. Mommy will be right back." I instruct, pointing my finger at her.
"No mischief. Promise, Mommy."
I smile at Hope before walking out of the bathroom.
As I approach closer to the main door of the apartment, my heartbeat quickens with each step I take.
Daisy, control yourself. It's not the first time you are meeting him. And don't forget, he is the person who treated you like trash and humiliated you.
After composing myself, I open the door.
***
Luke's P.O.V.
As the door of Daisy's apartment swings open, I sigh with relief at seeing Daisy's face.
