Unexpected Obsession: Kian De Lavign

Chapter 3: Dangerous

Daisy survived her first week in the city without trouble, despite the bustling streets, heavy traffic, and choking vehicle fumes. She kept her determination intact, refusing to give up as she searched for a morning shift job. Her persistence paid off when Cynthia, her kind but quirky neighbor, told her about a part-time at a university canteen..

It is a fresh monday morning, a warm sunlight streamed through the window, waking Daisy from her restless sleep. She took a deep breath, willing positivity into her soul before rising to face the day. After a quick shower, she slipped on the oversized uniform Cynthia had given her and paired it with black leggings and white sneakers.

Just as she was about to leave, the telephone rang.

"Hello?" Daisy answered.

"Hey, sweetie! How are you?" Her mother’s concerned voice came through, instantly filling Daisy's heart with warmth.

"I’m fine, Ma. Don’t worry, I’ll be okay here," Daisy replied, wiping away the tears that formed at the sound of her mom’s voice.

"It’s so good to hear you, Sweetpea," her dad chimed in, his voice cracking with emotion. "We miss you already."

"I miss you too," Daisy said softly. "But I found a job, and I’m doing everything I can to pay off the debt to the Farells."

Her parents were relieved, though her mom couldn’t help but sniffle on the other end.

"Are you two okay?" Daisy asked, determined to change the tone.

"We’re managing," her father assured her. "The Farells haven’t shown up here again."

"Timothy said he misses you too," her mom added, her tone brighter.

A knock at the door brought Daisy back to reality. "Ma, Pa, I have to go. I’ll call you later. Love you!" She hung up, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

It was Cynthia, a 28-year-old woman with a knack for juggling part-time jobs, greeted her with a teasing grin. "Ready for your first day?"

Daisy laughed nervously, and together they went to West Idallon University.

Cynthia guided Daisy through the bustling university halls to the canteen. The air was filled with chatter and the aroma of freshly prepared food. After a quick round of introductions, Daisy learned that she was filling in for a crew member on leave.

Her main task? Working the cash register—something she was familiar with from her hometown. Daisy fell into the rhythm easily, treating students and staff with kindness and respect, though lunch hour left little room for conversation.

As lunchtime approached, the canteen filled with students. Daisy stayed busy, her polite and respectful demeanor making a good impression.

"Daisy!" a familiar voice called out.

She turned and gasped. "Deborah!"

Her best friend from childhood stood before her, beaming.

"I can’t believe it’s you!" Deborah said, paying for her food.

"It’s been years," Daisy said, handing her the change. "I’m here to work and—well, you know—deal with the Farell family mess."

Deborah rolled her eyes. "Wade, again? Ugh. Meet me at the gate at 3 PM, okay? We need to catch up!"

..

At exactly 3 PM, Daisy stood at the waiting shed outside the university gate. Moments later, Deborah arrived, pulling her into another hug.

"You look amazing!" Daisy exclaimed.

"And you’re as radiant as ever," Deborah teased. They began walking, their conversation flowing easily as they caught up on old times.

When Daisy revealed the reason she’d come to the city—escaping Wade Farell and his family’s demands—Deborah’s expression turned dark. "They asked you to marry Wade as payment?" she asked incredulously.

Daisy nodded. "That’s why I’m working every hour I can to pay off the debt."

"You deserve better than that creep," Deborah muttered before an idea lit her face. "Come with me. I know someone who’s hiring."

Minutes later, they arrived at Wilmart, a large store near the university. Deborah introduced Daisy to the owner, Mr. Wilson, who was kind and eager to help.

"Deborah speaks highly of you," Wilson said warmly. "You’re hired," Wilson said after a brief conversation, trusting Deborah’s recommendation.

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson," Daisy said with a bright smile.

"I'll just take my things upstairs," Deborah announced, heading toward the back door.

Mr. Wilson gestured for Daisy to follow him. "Come on, Miss Daisy. Your job is simple—do the monthly inventory, keep an eye on the storage room to ensure we’re stocked, and then—follow me."

He led her to a young man wearing a cap. "This is Manolo. Give him the list of anything we're running low on, and he'll handle the rest."

Manolo turned to Daisy with a warm smile. "Hi, you're Daisy, right?"

She blinked, surprised he already knew her name.

"Deborah talks about you all the time," he added with a friendly chuckle.

Daisy felt her cheeks warm. "Nice to meet you, Manolo," she replied shyly.

..

After her shift at Wilmart, Daisy hurried to Black Oasis, where she worked as a waitress from 8 PM to midnight. She barely made it in time, the city’s relentless traffic testing her patience.

"Hey, Daisy!" Simon greeted her with a grin as she stepped through the door. "Guess what? I just heard that the Mr. De Lavign is coming here." His voice practically buzzed with excitement.

Daisy blinked, tilting her head in confusion. "Who’s that?" she asked, her tone genuinely curious.

Simon gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like she'd just committed a crime. "You don’t know Kian De Lavign? The Kian De Lavign? The insanely hot CEO of the biggest real estate company in the city?" His voice rose with every word, as if the revelation was incomprehensible.

She shrugged. "I’m from a small town, remember? So... no."

Simon groaned, shaking his head. "If you see a ridiculously handsome, ridiculously rich guy walking in like he owns the place—because he probably does—that’s him," he explained with exaggerated flair. Then, narrowing his eyes at her, he added, "And whatever you do, don’t even think about flirting with him. Got it?"

Daisy raised her hand in mock surrender, a teasing smile curling her lips. "Yes, ma’am," she replied, fighting back a laugh.

She adjusted her uniform, grabbed a pen and notepad, and plunged into the chaos. The bar was alive with thumping music, flashing lights, and the buzz of lively patrons.

Despite the flirtatious remarks and lingering stares from customers, she remained composed and professional.

Meanwhile...

On the second floor, reserved for the bar’s high-class clientele, a group of university students sat in plush seats, laughing and gossiping.

"Hey, isn’t that the country girl from last week?" one girl sneered, pointing toward Daisy.

"Let’s mess with her," another suggested, giggling cruelly.

Yuan, a principal architect of his own architectural firm across their table, heard them and glanced down at Daisy. "She’s beautiful," he murmured, intrigued.

"Not your type," his twin, Yuseff, the head of civil engineer in Idallon City, retorted with a smirk.

"Neither yours," Yuan shot back, and they both look at Kian.

..

"Hey, country girl," one of the college girls said, drawing the attention of her two friends.

"The uniform suits you," another added with a mocking laugh.

Daisy smiled sweetly, unfazed. "Thanks," she replied, setting their three mojitos on the table. As Daisy turned to leave, she accidentally bumped into someone.

"Careful," he said, smirking. His eyes darted to her name tag. "Well, Daisy, nice to meet you again."

"Good evening, sir. Sorry, I need to get back to work," Daisy said politely, trying to step around him.

But Harold grabbed her waist, pulling her close. "Stay a while. I’ll table you." He seems drunk.

Daisy froze, her voice trembling. "Let go of me, please."

Harold leaned closer, ignoring Daisy’s protests. Before he could go further, a fist collided with his face, sending him stumbling backward. Daisy gasped, her wide eyes meeting the furious gaze of a man she hadn’t met before.

It was Kian, the mysterious CEO stood tall and imposing, his presence commanding the room.

Yuan and Yuseff rushed to pull Kian back as Harold stumbled to his feet, clutching his face. "What the hell, man?"

Daisy stared at Kian, her heart racing. She didn’t know who he was or why he had stepped in, but for the first time in a long while, she felt safe. But she also know that this man is dangerous.