by Ashton Johns
I didn’t understand his request at first, but then it hit me.
If I picked Daisy over Honey, the blondes would hate it. It would be my second night with a brunette, but after evicting Vanessa, the chaos that followed would be camera gold and at the center of it all would be Daisy. Once again, she would be responsible for throwing the mansion into turmoil. This was his way of making it up to Meredith, of salvaging his ass when he’d gone against her express command of not letting Daisy win a date night with me.
“Brace yourself, Kade. There will be repercussions, and when they come, remember you asked for this.”
I should have heeded his warning. I should have backpedaled and told him to forget it, but I couldn’t. I needed to make things right with Daisy before things got too fucked up and out of control. I hated myself enough for my night with Jess; feeling the weight of Daisy’s disappointment was just too much right now.
Thirty-Two
Daisy Ingles
This was like that ridiculous film, Groundhog Day.
Everything was just ridiculous. That was my favorite word today.
My roommates had been giving me a wide berth. My mood was that bad, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake it off. The impending doom of an eviction did nothing to help improve it, either.
This time, I was already packed and waiting to go. I was so distraught after Kade had spent the night with Jess that I never unpacked.
Here we all were again, like meat selections at the market, waiting to be chosen. The whole premise of this show was seriously degrading, and it was unbelievable that we didn’t have feminist groups protesting outside.
Kade had walked past me, once again hurrying Brody along. He seemed to have taken to following me around the house. The dog knew I was upset with his master and was doing his best to try and bridge the gap. It was a shame the fur-baby had no clue that things were so broken it would take more than some wooing by a cute dog to put it right. I was like a bear with a sore head—completely unapproachable. I did my best to ignore Kade. He was dressed in an olde world peasant shirt and pants. The criss cross ties at the neck of his shirt left open, and its long sleeves dangled past his wrists. The pants looked soft and comfortable, and in my eyes, with his disheveled hair that always looked in need of a trim, he looked more like a pirate or ship’s deck hand. A court jester wearing one of those ridiculous harlequin outfits had replaced the Hulk Hogan drummer tonight, and he was playing some old fashioned instrument that just irritated me. Kade made his way to what was definitely a throne and sat down. It was all just ridiculous. They basically dressed him up like a pauper and put him on a throne, and I found the likeness offensive, seeing as he was a poor man in a mansion.
“Ladies, welcome to my court,” he began, and the tut of annoyance that escaped my lips did not go unnoticed by Natalie who was standing beside me. “By now you all know the drill, so let’s get down to it. There is much merriment to be had this evening.”
For fudge sake, he was even talking in a ridiculous manner.
“Let’s get the unpleasantness out of the way. For one of you, your time here is at an end. My driver is waiting to escort you home… Vanessa.”
The blondes all gasped in unison. This was not part of their plan. She’d been involved in everything she possibly could be, and in some cases would have gladly split herself in half just to spend more time with him. An ugly, high-pitched wail left her mouth through badly inflated lips and she collapsed to the ground. Another tut left me involuntarily.
Some of her fake friends dived to help her up, but their self-preservation was kicking in and it was clearly proving hard to stop smiles of relief from striking their faces. As soon as they’d shoved her in the direction of the exit, they resumed their places in line, smoothing down their nearly non-existent dresses and forgetting that Vanessa was ever part of it all.
“The public have cast their votes for tonight’s date selection. When I call your name, please step forward.” Kade paused for effect. “Honey,” he said, and if I hadn’t been on camera and could have gotten away with jutting a hip and slamming a hand on it in sheer attitude, I would have done. I imagined he had a good time with Jess, but when he got Honey behind those closed doors, they’d be re-writing the Kama Sutra. I was that incensed, I nearly shouted at Carson to have an interior designer on standby. Furniture was bound to be broken and light fittings would need replacing after a night of getting to know Honey better. While I was busy trying to bleach visions and thoughts of them having sex from my brain, I felt Natalie jab me in the side.
“Ouch! What was that for?”
“Step forward,” she hissed.
“What? Why?”
“Step forward and stand with Honey,” she repeated, this time giving me a bit of a heave-ho.
When I looked at Kade, he seemed amused. When I looked at Honey, she seemed unconcerned, like I was a fly she was about to swat. When I spotted the rest of the blondes, they seemed angry.
“My date for the night…” another irritating pause, “…is Daisy.”
Honey started to fake sniffle beside me, and the rest of the blondes rushed to her. Apparently, her acting was good enough that they all believed she required consoling.
I stood completely stock-still. This was not part of my plan. Natalie placed her arms around me.
“Now maybe you’ll cheer up a bit.”
I couldn’t answer as she sauntered off with the rest of the girls, and Jess was quick to follow her, only turning to give me a quick wink and smile as she passed me. One by one, the girls left me standing there. Some undoubtedly left feeling genuinely unhappy that they hadn’t been selected to get to know Kade better. Most of the blondes left looking angry, like I shouldn’t plan to be alone with them anytime soon.
I remained standing in front of the pool, alone, with the camera crew watching in anticipation. This was TV gold. Kade had his eyes on me warily, wondering whether I was going to blow this whole thing apart and throw a huge hissy fit.
As soon as he rose from the throne, Brody came to greet me, closely followed by King Kade himself.
“Daisy, it’s going to be nice to get to know you this evening. Would you follow me please?”
My feet stumbled blindly as I followed his command, more than keenly aware that I’d been able to hide in the background of filming up to now. That was all about to be thrown out of the window. I’d been selected for his date and this segment of filming would form the main part of the TV show’s transmission. My parents would be seeing all of this.
When we made it down to the lawn, a medieval banquet table had been laid full of food, surrounded by plush, high-backed chairs. The immediate area was lit with more flaming sconces and as he filled a plate of food for me, a royal court of entertainment started. Jugglers and dancers, mime acts and musicians all trotted out in front of Kade, Brody and I as the date was filmed. As I picked at the food, I kept glancing at him, knowing that he was playing a part as well. If we didn’t see it through, this would turn out to be the world’s weirdest date.
“I’m sorry, I’m a little shy,” I said.
Kade breathed out in relief. “Well, I hope I can make you feel a little more comfortable. Would you like to learn how to juggle?”
I was shocked at his crazy suggestion, but we needed to do something, and it seemed like the best plan at the time. As we both stood, a lady dressed in an acrobat’s leotard appeared and proceeded to school us in the art of juggling. I was hopeless at it, and every time I dropped a ball, Brody would run off with it.
“Would you mind if we took a walk with Brody? I’d like to walk off some of that wonderful food we’ve just ploughed through,” I asked, desperate for some normalcy.
“Of course, what a lovely suggestion.” Kade thanked the lady but retained a couple of balls so we could keep his dog amused. We walked for over an hour, taking in the scenery and rolling hills, fully aware that the camera crew was never far away. After a while, he took the ball I’d been using to o
ccupy my nervous hands and dropped it on the floor, taking my hand in his as we continued to stroll.
It felt amazing to have my tiny hand wrapped in his strong one. Every so often I kept looking down, just to check it was real. The connection between us was ever present, and I felt slightly morose that I was probably reading more into this than he was. Kade had made it clear that he knew how I felt about him, and this was all part of what was expected of him during the filming of his dates. The simple gesture of walking hand in hand caused my nerves to jangle and bubble, and I felt confused by how much I really liked it. I was a hopeless pretender and the fact that Kade had read me so easily at breakfast the day before was a sure sign that I wore my heart on my sleeve.
“It’s getting late. We should head inside for the night.”
When he finished that sentence, I felt the hairs on my arm stand up. I’d been jealous of Jess’s time with him, and now I had my chance, I was suddenly afraid of what was going to happen.
Kade kept hold of my hand as we took Brody to the kitchen and left him there for the evening. Clint was passing through with a wrapped plate of cold cuts. Having just got back from depositing Vanessa at her home, he’d missed dinner with the rest of the production team.
I tried to delay Kade for as long as possible by making sure that Brody was comfortable, but the cough from Carson, who was standing beside Doug the cameraman, indicated we should get on with it.
As I trudged up the huge staircase behind him, still connected by a single hand, I felt my legs tremble. When we arrived at the top and turned in the direction of his living quarters, I heard him whisper, “Stay with me, Daisy.”
My first thought was that he was asking me to spend the night with him, but that was a given requirement of the date, but then I realized, Kade just needed me to hold onto my nerves a little bit longer until we got rid of the cameras.
As the door got closer, Kade slowed his pace and stopped, waiting for Doug and the sound guy to finish his segment outside the door.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, raising his eyes towards the ceiling. Glancing up, I spotted the discreet camera that had been installed.
I stepped back, I knew what was about to happen next and felt for the wall behind me, to help keep me upright. As Kade licked his lips and moved into my personal space, I was mesmerized by the action of his tongue. His beautifully handsome face came closer, and I saw that his stubble was heavier than it had been when we’d argued at breakfast. His lips were pinker, plumper even and slightly parted, and I could feel the anticipation in his breath as he edged towards me. In the shortest time, we were connected, and I wasn’t sure whether the murmur of pleasure I heard came from him or me. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, and as his tongue touched mine, I was pretty sure my legs turned to Jell-o; it was that good. When I felt his hands reach up and take control of my head, slightly tipping it to the side so he could delve deeper with his tongue, it felt like I was floating. I knew kissing him would be something special.
The urgency in our embrace kicked up a gear, and when his hands ran down my sides, cupping my butt, I instinctively raised up to my toes to take it further. Kade understood what I wanted and picked me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. Feeling him lean into me and push his hardness against me, set off a reaction that threatened to set my panties on fire.
As I grabbed the back of his hair and directed his mouth down to kiss my neck, I opened my eyes briefly, spotting the camera above me.
I’d got carried away, swept up in the decadence of being wanted by the man I was falling for.
Remembering my parents would be watching this, along with millions of other viewers, I moved my mouth to his ear. “We need to stop.”
Kade came back to face me, his eyes fogged with the lust of the moment, and remembered that all of this was being captured. Agreeing with me, he pulled us away from the wall with my legs still wrapped around his middle and took us into his room to spend the night together.
Thirty-Three
Kade Sutton
“We need to stop,” Daisy whispered against the shell of my ear, and for one awful moment, I thought she was going to let go and run.
When I pulled back and looked at her, thank God, I could see that she wanted this as much as I did; she just had a little more decorum than I did. I pushed away from the wall and leaving her hanging on to me like a spider monkey, I barreled into my bedroom.
Once inside, I kicked the door shut and reached behind me to lock it. Meredith would surely know soon, if not already, that Daisy was who I’d picked, and I wouldn’t have put it past that bitch to come storming in.
Pushing thoughts of her from my mind, my concentration went back to the beautiful, hot girl wrapped around me.
“Daisy?” I asked, breathlessly.
Biting on the corner of her lip, Daisy looked up at me with huge eyes and nodded. That was the green light I needed, so I crashed my lips to hers. As my tongue slid into her mouth, between her soft, plump lips, the ache in my dick intensified. I didn’t think it possible, but I grew harder as Daisy moaned. Sliding one hand into her hair and leaving the other firmly on her ass, I walked us towards the bed.
Bending at the knees, I gently lay Daisy down on top of the thick comforter, not once breaking our connection as I climbed onto the bed with her, covering her body with my own. Daisy’s fingertips dug into my shoulders, and the pain was amazing—it meant that this wasn’t a dream, that she was really here.
Pulling away gently, I reached over the back of my head and dragged the stupid ass shirt I’d been made to wear up and off my body, throwing it to one side.
“Kade,” Daisy whispered, her hands coming up to pull me back into a kiss.
Her mouth opened, inviting me in, her tongue welcoming me with abandon. “Jesus fucking Christ, Daisy. You taste so damn good.” I groaned as she began to fumble with the buttons on my pants, her fingers skimming against the rock hardness of my throbbing dick.
Once my pants were undone, I gasped as Daisy’s tiny hand inched inside and took hold of my rock hard dick. Her fingers wrapped around it and started to pump me, eliciting another guttural moan from me.
“You need to be naked,” I whispered as I rained kisses on her neck. “Now.”
Daisy paused and stared up at me, and the look in her eyes was no longer desire but trepidation. Me though, I had no nerves whatsoever; I was reawakening, bit by bit.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, cupping her chin.
“I’m scared, Kade. I’m…oh fudge.” She closed her eyes and slapped her hands over her face.
Gently prizing them away, I kissed her gently. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll take it slow.”
She stiffened beneath me. “How did you know?”
I shrugged a shoulder. I had no idea how, but I’d guessed she wasn’t very experienced. I wasn’t sure that she was a virgin, though. I mean, fuck, did virgins know how to kiss like that, and bring a man to his knees?
“I’ll make you feel good, I promise,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose.
“But this isn’t me. I don’t…you and Jess.”
Self-hatred bubbled in my gut as I thought about my night with Jess, and the loathsome person this damn show had turned me into. Resting my head against Daisy’s, I took a deep breath.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “But I had to do what I had to do. If I don’t toe the line, Meredith will kick you off the show and I really don’t think I’d survive in here without you. I really care about you, Daisy, more than you can ever imagine. If you’re not comfortable or don’t believe how much I care about you then we can stop this now.”
With tears lapping at her lashes, Daisy watched me for a few moments and then dragged me back down to her. The kiss was long, hard and full of raw desire.
As we continued to kiss, we rid ourselves of our remaining clothes, adding to the pile on the floor until I was naked and Daisy lay there looking more beautiful than the sunset, wearing nothing
but the blush in her cheeks.
Sitting back on my haunches, I lazily ran a finger down the center of her body, between the valley of her plump, pert breasts, past her ribs, along her taught stomach, and over her neat patch of pubic hair. There was nothing fake or enhanced about this gorgeous woman.
I brushed my fingertip down the center of her folds, parting them to give me access to her clit. As I ran my finger over it, Daisy moaned out my name and lifted her back from the bed, her legs bent at the knees and dropping wider. This was how I knew we were right together; she was inexperienced but her body’s reaction to me was natural and instinctive.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, leaning down to kiss her as my finger pushed inside. “So fucking beautiful.”
My mouth found Daisy’s and I devoured her with kisses, and with each thrust of my finger, my need to be inside her grew worse; it was the only thing I was certain of. I wasn’t even sure of my own name.
Daisy’s hips moved with my hand as she gripped the cover beneath us in her fingertips, and when I rubbed my thumb over her clit, she cried out.
“Oh my God!”
Her back arched and her nipples budded as she grabbed at my hand, gripping it in place.
“Kade,” she whimpered.
“Let go, Daisy. Just let go.”
She did, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen—flushed cheeks, hair sprawled across my pillow, eyes half lidded and her beautiful breasts heaving with exertion.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. Still watching Daisy come down from her orgasm, I quickly ripped the foil open with my teeth and wrapped myself. Leaning down between Daisy’s legs, I kissed her lips, which were even plumper than usual from our kissing. She whimpered against my mouth and then smiled.
