65. Daisy
It was hard to concentrate knowing the Beasts were at the compound looking for information on my mom. It didn’t help that Diana had handed me a stack of paperwork six inches high, all related to the deed filings for the first of the sold villas.
Now that work had begun on the resort, we were getting press. Piers Cantwell was front and center with his plans for the Cantwell Ridge Resort and Spa, on the cover of Forbes and Fortune, and he even had a big piece in Time magazine.
Cantwell had been flooded with offers on the exclusive villas, offers that Piers personally vetted, wanting to make sure the owners shared a certain profile: rich, famous, used to discretion and NDAs.
And did I mention rich?
Now I had to go through the deed paperwork, double-checking to make sure everything was complete before we filed it with the county. Not exactly exciting.
I thought about the Beasts as I worked, replaying our bloody group orgy. It looked even more twisted in hindsight, but that didn’t stop me from getting hot and bothered at the memory of the three naked Beasts fucking me like monstrous gods.
Shit. I felt flushed. Wet.
Would I ever not want them? And where did we go from here? It wasn’t like I could live forever with three men in the old house at the top of the falls.
Could I?
I checked my phone for a text from one of them, but I only had one from Sarai, asking where I’d been and when we were meeting up. I needed to get back to her, stop avoiding her because I didn’t know what to say about my new life, how to integrate it with the old one I’d shared with Cassie and Sarai.
That version of myself felt so young. So naive. But it was still part of me, and I loved Cassie and Sarai and didn’t want to lose them.
I looked up as Piers stopped in my doorway.
“Come to the conference room. And bring your iPad.”
It took me a second to register the words. He was already gone when I hopped to it, grabbing the iPad I’d been given to take notes in meetings.
I had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was, it had to be better than the boring paperwork Diana had given me.
I entered the conference room to find five people around the big table, plus Piers.
A blonde woman in pink dress pants and a black blouse stood at the front of the room where the words Design Concepts for the Cantwell Ridge Resort and Spa were projected onto a large screen from a laptop.
“Daisy, take a seat,” Piers said, gesturing to the conference table. “Everyone, this is Daisy Hammond, she’ll be one of your liaisons to Cantwell during the design process.”
Holy shit. It was happening.
I’d half expected Piers to renege on his promise to include me in the design aspect of the new resort, to withdraw the carrot once I’d proven I wasn’t going to out Gray for being a rapist.
“Hello,” I said, taking a seat. “It’s nice to meet you.”
The blonde woman nodded and clicked a button on the remote in her hand. “Let’s begin.”