Chapter 1354
Kevin slept soundly, oblivious to the fact he'd just had sex with Daisy, become one with her.
He dreamt he was lost in a scorching desert, his throat parched, legs heavy, body weighted down as if gravity had intensified tenfold.
Suddenly, he saw a woman standing on a distant dune, her back to him. A sheer veil draped her figure, clinging to the curves of her body. A gust of wind whipped the veil away, revealing smooth, glowing skin that shimmered in the harsh sunlight.
His breath caught in his throat. He started climbing the dune, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She seemed to sense his approach and began to descend, slowly, deliberately, as if luring him closer. They began a chase across the dunes, until finally, he caught her, pressing her down into the sand, his hands caressing her cool, smooth skin. He entered her, and she moaned, a sound that resonated deep within him, a sound that felt… familiar. He couldn't see her face, but he knew it wasn't Audrey. It wasn't Alissa either. A flicker of unease ran through him, but the pleasure surging through him was too intense to ignore. He kept moving, faster and faster.
Daisy, worried about waking Kevin, kept glancing at the clock on the wall. She cursed herself for not turning off the hourly chimes.
To avoid putting all her weight on him, she had to maintain a half-squatting position, which quickly became tiring. Her legs began to tremble, then go numb. Finally, she couldn't hold it any longer and collapsed onto him.
Kevin woke with a start, Daisy on top of him, her hair disheveled, her face flushed. His mind went blank. He froze, afraid to move. "Daisy… what… what are you doing here?" he stammered.
Suddenly, he realized. The woman in his dream. It was Daisy. That's why it felt so real. But she'd been furious with him for licking her. She'd kicked him out. Why was she with him now? Was he still dreaming?
Seeing the panic in his eyes, Daisy quickly covered his mouth with her hand. She didn't want to wake Laura. Now that he was awake, she decided to just say it. "Kevin," she whispered, "don't be scared. I like you. I want to be with you. It won't affect things with Laura. Just please be quiet. I don't want to wake her."
The thought of Laura sleeping in the next room sent a shiver down Kevin's spine. If Laura found out… it would be a disaster. "Daisy," he whispered, his voice strained, "why are you doing this? Is it because of Laura's dad?"
He hated Oliver, but the man was still Laura's father. He shouldn't be doing this to him. It wasn't fair to Daisy. It wasn't fair to Laura.
Daisy sighed. "Kevin," she said softly, "you can laugh at me if you want. But Oliver and I we haven't been intimate in years. I'm a woman. I have needs. But with my position, I have to be careful. You're someone Laura likes. Someone I trust. I just wanted this. If you don't, it's okay. I won't blame you. Just please don't think badly of me. Don't let it affect things with Laura."
Shame burned in her chest. She'd always been so proud, so desired by successful men. And now… here she was, begging a younger man for affection. The fear of his rejection, the humiliation of it all, was too much. Tears streamed down her face.
Kevin felt a surge of empathy. He'd always assumed Daisy had it easy, that her life was perfect, unlike his own mother's. But now he saw she had her own struggles. Her position made it difficult for her to seek out other men, and she had to be wary of those who might take advantage of her. He was the only one she could truly trust. This wasn't something she wanted to do. It was something she had to do.
Daisy started to lift herself off him, a pang of disappointment running through her. She'd been so close, but now, it was over. Another sleepless night.
As she moved, Kevin instinctively reached out and took her hand. "Daisy," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "don't cry. I didn't know. I never, I mean, with Laura, I never thought. But if you trust me, I want you to be happy. I think Laura would want that too. So let's do this."
Seeing the understanding, the encouragement in his eyes, Daisy finally let go. She collapsed against him, burying her face in his shoulder. "Thank you, Kevin," she whispered, her voice muffled by tears. "Thank you for accepting me."
The truth was, Daisy wasn't much more experienced than Audrey. Less, even. She was older, and back then, even in a relatively liberal environment like the dance troupe, people were more… innocent. Romance was holding hands, stolen glances, whispered conversations. Before Oliver, she'd barely done anything.
Her wedding night had been awkward, painful. She'd cried when he entered her, resenting his roughness. She'd avoided him for a week afterward. Oliver, being an intellectual, valued their mental connection more than the physical. And as the years went by, with his long hours and their dwindling communication, intimacy had faded away completely.
Oliver was under immense pressure. Running a school with hundreds of students, staff, and faculty was a constant battle. Suicides, accidental poisonings, all sorts of crises landed on his desk, whether they were directly related to the school or not. He was expected to handle it all. He was exhausted, burnt out. He wanted to quit. But as long as he could still function, he had to keep going.
Daisy knew the dance troupe was a microcosm of society, all smiles and pleasantries on the surface, but rife with petty jealousies and backstabbing beneath. She'd avoided joining for years, wanting nothing to do with the hypocrisy of women like Willow. She still remembered the last time she'd seen Willow, all fake nostalgia and reminiscing, when just weeks before, she'd sent an anonymous letter begging for favors. And now, married to the County Treasurer, Willow was insufferable, constantly flaunting her status, fishing for envy. The County Treasurer. Oliver was just a high school principal. It wasn't fair.
Daisy felt a surge of resentment, towards Oliver, towards herself. Deputy head of the dance troupe. High school principal. They were both stuck. Malcolm had retired too early. He could have helped them. Well, tonight, at least, she would have this.
Hearing Daisy's frustrations, Kevin felt a surge of anger. This whole situation – him, Daisy, Laura, Audrey, Oliver – it was all so messed up. He was trapped.
He couldn't believe Oliver and Jason were so similar, both seeking solace outside their marriages. Fine. He would be that solace. He would give them what they wanted.
Daisy remembered how Oliver had only kissed her during their courtship. After they were married, he rarely even touched her. Too sentimental, he'd said. For old married couples.
She'd been too embarrassed to argue. He was just… unromantic. Times had changed. Kids grew up so fast these days. Then she thought of Kevin kissing Laura. The same way. She felt a pang of something. Shame? Exasperation? No wonder he was so good at it. But then she remembered how she'd just been sitting on him, and… well, there was no point in pretending anymore.
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