Unexpected Obsession: Kian De Lavign

Chapter 4: You Owe Me

"Mr. De Lavign!" The college girl exclaimed, startled to see Kian.

The manager, curious about the commotion, approached. As soon as she recognized Kian, she instantly ordered the bouncers to escort Holland and his friends out.

"But it's a misunderstanding," the girl stammered. "Holland really knows Daisy. They’re—exes, actually."

The manager looked at Daisy, confused. "Is that true?"

Daisy shook her head firmly. “I’ve never had an ex,” she replied, her tone plain yet final.

Yuan, suppressing laughter while restraining Kian. Kian shrugged off Yuan’s grip, his dark blue eyes narrowing. Without another word, he walked away, Yuseff trailing closely behind.

The manager turned to Daisy. "Go to the office. As for the rest of you, you know the rules—no commotions in the bar. Out."

Daisy followed the manager to the office, her head hanging low.

Inside the office, Daisy sat silently, staring at the floor. Shame coursed through her—she’d broken a key rule: no causing trouble in the bar. Fear bubbled up at the thought of being mocked after her shift. Yet, a small part of her felt… protected. That man—was he really Mr. De Lavign?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door slamming shut. Startled, she looked up to see three men, all strikingly handsome in their own ways, entering the room. Intimidated, she stood up.

"Good evening, sirs," she greeted nervously, her voice barely audible.

"Take a seat, Miss Daisy," Yuan said casually, throwing himself onto the sofa and sipping whiskey. "We’re sorry about earlier."

“No, I should apologize. I caused the commotion,” Daisy admitted, bowing her head in embarrassment.

"You two, out," Kian commanded, his tone firm.

"What? Why?" Yuan protested, but Yuseff grabbed him and ushered him out.

The room grew quiet, and Daisy’s heartbeat quickened as Kian approached. When he stopped directly in front of her, she felt her chest tighten.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" Kian’s voice was low, serious.

Daisy hesitated, then looked up, meeting his piercing dark blue eyes. He was undeniably captivating. "I… I’m working here, sir," she stammered, taking a nervous step back.

"You shouldn’t be working here. Not here," Kian replied, his gaze unwavering.

Feeling cornered, Daisy took another step back, bumping into the table behind her. "Are you… are you going to fire me, sir?" she asked hesitantly.

Kian smirked, leaning closer to her. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "Do you want to fire up tonight?"

The warmth of his breath on her neck sent a shiver down her spine. Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, Daisy closed her eyes and accidentally let out a soft gasp. Realizing what she’d done, she quickly stepped away. "Uh… thank you, sir. For earlier," she blurted, clearing her throat, trying to regain composure.

"I don’t accept thank-yous, Miss Daisy," Kian said, leaning against the table with his arms crossed. His voice was calm, yet commanding. "You owe me."

Daisy froze, panic setting in. "But… sir, I don’t have any money—"

"I don’t need money," Kian interrupted. "I have more than enough of that. Think of something else. Something I don’t have. That’s how you’ll repay me."

Without giving her a chance to respond, he gestured to the door. "Now, get back to work."

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The next day, Daisy found herself distracted during her shift at the school canteen.

“What’s on your mind?” Cynthia asked, catching her off guard.

"Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself," Daisy replied, forcing a laugh.

But in truth, she was preoccupied with thoughts of Kian De Lavign. She needed to figure out what he didn’t have so she could repay him.

"Hey, Cynthia… do you know Kian De Lavign?" Daisy asked hesitantly.

Cynthia’s eyes widened. “The Kian De Lavign? Are you serious?” She pulled out her phone, revealing him as her wallpaper. “He’s every girl’s dream—and my future husband,” she joked, planting a kiss on the screen.

Daisy grimaced. “What do you think he doesn’t have?”

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. “Me,” she teased, laughing.

Daisy, ever innocent, added, "But I thought you had a boyfriend. I heard you two on Saturday… grunting."

"What I mean is a girlfriend," Cynthia said with a grin before heading outside to prepare lunch for the students. As she stepped out, she paused by the door, glancing back with a mischievous whisper, "We were just having fun when you overheard us. But he’s not my boyfriend." Then she disappeared with a playful smirk.

..

"Hey, I didn’t see you at the school canteen," Daisy greeted Deborah with a curious tone.

"Oh, right. Sorry about that," Deborah replied, offering a small smile. "Every Wednesday, I only have morning classes. To save money, I usually eat here and then head to work."

Daisy nodded, her expression showing that she understood.

Deborah hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Can I ask you something?" she said, her voice quieter this time. "Is there something on your mind—besides the whole Farell situation?"

Daisy’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the question. She stepped closer to Deborah, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.

"Actually," Daisy began, her tone tinged with hesitation, "there is something. It’s about a guy."

"Do you like someone?" Deborah asked, her smile wide with curiosity.

"No," Daisy replied flatly. "It’s about Kian De Lavign," she added, looking away.

"You like him?" Deborah grabbed Daisy's shoulders, her voice suddenly serious. "Daisy, don’t. You’ll only end up heartbroken," she said, worried.

"No. I don’t like him," Daisy reassured her. "It’s just that..." Daisy paused and then shared the story from the bar where she worked, a week ago.

"That’s why I’m trying to figure out what he don't have," Daisy finished, a thoughtful look on her face.

Deborah quickly googled him. Kian De Lavign, 28, and became the youngest CEO of the city at 22. By then, he had already built a fortune, making him a billionaire. He had everything—family, career, cars, money, houses, and good looks.

Daisy sighed, feeling worried. "See? He has everything."

Deborah laughed and gave her a playful tap on the shoulder. "Well, except a girlfriend," she said with a teasing smile.

"Or a boyfriend," Daisy added. They exchanged wide-eyed glances.

They quickly searched for any information about Kian's love life, but found nothing. "Is he?" Deborah asked, unsure whether to believe that Kian could be gay.

Daisy just shrugged, equally doubtful about whether it was true.

..

As the month was nearing its end, Daisy counted her savings to send to her parents.

"1,480 zenns from the bar, plus 800 from the canteen... that's 3,630 zenns," she murmured, her smile widening as she added it all up. "12,000 zenns, minus 3,630 zenns... that leaves 8,370 to go." Her excitement grew as she grabbed the phone to call her parents.

It was Sunday, her usual rest day to catch up with them. "Ma!" Daisy said, her voice full of excitement. "I'll send you the money later, okay?"

Her mother hesitated. "What about you, sweetie?"

"Don’t worry about me, Ma. The important thing is paying off the debt to the Farrells."

Her parents reluctantly agreed, and Daisy hung up, smiling. She hurriedly went out to Cynthia.

"Cynthia?" Daisy called as she knocked on the door. "Are you in here?" Daisy was startled when a random guy appeared and opened Cynthia's door. The guy just nodded and walked away without saying a word.

"Heey!" Cynthia greeted, waving at Daisy as she clipped her hair.

"Who was that?" Daisy asked, curious.

"Definitely not my boyfriend," Cynthia laughed, picking up pillows from the floor and placing them on the couch. "Want some pizza? I just ordered it, so it’s still hot."

"So, that was a delivery guy?" Daisy asked, raising an eyebrow. Cynthia just laughed in response.

"Is there a problem?" Cynthia asked as she sat down on the couch, grabbing a slice of pizza and digging in hungrily.

"I just wanted to ask where I can send money," Daisy said, sitting beside her. "Can I have some?" she added, pointing at the pizza.

"Sure," Cynthia said, offering her a slice. "Let's finish this pizza first, then I’ll go with you."

After they finished the pizza, Cynthia give her old phone to Daisy so she could contact her friend Deborah to join them later at the bar.

That night, Cynthia convinced Daisy and Deborah to join her at the bar.

It was 8 PM when Deborah finally arrived at Daisy's apartment. She stepped inside and glanced at her watch. “Until 11 only, okay? I still have class tomorrow,” she said, her voice firm but with a hint of excitement.

Cynthia, who had already entered the apartment, froze as her eyes scanned both of them. “Wait, what’s with those clothes, ladies?” she asked, her tone sharp, her face scrunching in disapproval.

Daisy and Deborah exchanged a glance, confused for a moment. They had dressed casually, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Daisy wore a leather jacket and jeans, and Deborah had opted for a pencil skirt and blouse.

Cynthia’s frown deepened. “Come to my apartment now,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for debate as she turned toward the door.

..

Kian sped down the road, his mind focused on the meeting with Yuseff at the bar. They needed to discuss the new DL Realty Group project before he rushed off to meet his mom about his younger sister’s debut.

He parked in the back lot, quickly getting out of the car and heading inside. Upstairs, Yuseff's bar looked similar to his own, with the second floor reserved for VIPs and offering more privacy. Kian walked to the room where Yuseff was waiting, but paused when he saw someone familiar sitting in the corner.

It was Daisy. She wore a black mini skirt with a small slit and a red halter top, clearly uncomfortable in the outfit. Kian's heart skipped a beat. He liked her—she reminded him of someone he had loved before.

Yuseff and Kian got down to business, discussing the project’s design. Kian wanted something modern, classy, and minimalist. They also talked about their other business ventures, but Kian’s mind kept drifting back to Daisy.

By 11:32, Kian checked his watch. “Oh f**k, I’ll get going,” he said, standing up. After a quick exchange with Yuseff, he hurried downstairs, eager to leave.

When he reached his car in the parking lot, he heard from distance.

"Let go! I’m not going!"

Kian’s fists clenched as he spotted Daisy, visibly drunk and struggling against an older man.

"Hey!" Kian barked, his voice sharp. As the man recognized him, he immediately released Daisy and fled.

Daisy stumbled to the ground, and Kian rushed to help her. Her face was flushed, a clear sign of intoxication.

"Well, if it isn’t Mr. ‘You Owe Me,’" Daisy slurred, mimicking his voice with a giggle and she fainted.

Kian smirked. "Yes, Miss Daisy. You still owe me."