Unexpected Obsession: Kian De Lavign

Chapter 5: Deal

Daisy woke up with her head pounding. "Ow," she muttered, wincing as she rubbed her temple. The bed she was lying on felt much softer than her own, and the pillows and blanket smelled clean and luxurious. Slowly, she opened her eyes. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and she instantly knew—this wasn’t her apartment.

Groaning, she sat up, but the dizziness forced her back down. “It was just three glasses,” she mumbled to herself. Her phone rang, dragging her attention away. She rolled over and grabbed it.

“Where are you?” Cynthia’s worried voice came through.

“I… don’t know yet,” Daisy murmured, looking around the unfamiliar room.

“Daisy! Call me as soon as you figure it out. I’ve been so worried!”

“Okay, Mom,” Daisy joked, managing a small laugh.

“I’m serious,” Cynthia shot back. “Oh, and Hillary’s already on shift, but I’ll ask the head if she’ll still take you later. Just let me know you’re safe. Bye.”

The call ended, leaving Daisy more confused than ever. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself upright again. Her head throbbed as she glanced down at herself—and froze. She was wearing a man’s shirt.

“What…?” she whispered, feeling her cheeks flush. She stumbled to her feet and made her way to the large glass window. Below, the city streets buzzed with life.

She spotted the door out and crept toward it. Cracking it open, she heard voices—a man and a woman, speaking softly somewhere nearby. Her heart raced.

Where was she? And who was here with her?

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Kian woke up early and do his daily task - boxing. After 25 minutes, he headed to the kitchen, where breakfast was already prepared by Dolores, his housekeeper. She only came in mornings and evenings but always did exactly as instructed. At his request for a hangover remedy, she had made soup, a glass of milk, and an egg sandwich.

Kian picked up the tray and headed toward his guest, Daisy, but as he passed through the living room, the doorbell rang. Placing the tray on the coffee table, he went to open the door.

“You said we’d meet last night. Where were you?” his mother, Kiara, asked with a frown as she stepped inside.

“Good morning, Mom,” Kian greeted, kissing her forehead. “I was with Yuseff, discussing the new project. I lost track of time,” he explained, following her into the living room.

“You always lose track of time when it comes to work,” Kiara said, her tone softening. “It’s your sister’s debut soon. I figured you might forget, so I came here to remind you.”

“Of course I won’t forget,” Kian assured her, wrapping her in a hug.

Kiara smiled, hugging him back. But her attention was soon drawn to movement in the corner of her eye. A young woman peeked around the wall, then quickly hid again. “Who was that?” she asked, curiosity sparking in her voice.

Kian pulled away from the hug and turned toward the direction of the movement, feigning ignorance.

“Don’t tell me you’re bringing girls here!” Kiara scolded, swatting his arm. “Come on out, dear,” she called gently.

Daisy hesitated before stepping into them. She looked stunning despite wearing Kian’s shirt, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she walked toward them with her head slightly bowed.

“Hi, good morning, ma’am,” she greeted softly, managing a shy smile. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I just… don’t know where I am.”

Kiara’s gaze shifted sharply to her son, suspicion clear in her expression. “Don’t tell me you forced this poor girl to come here!” she said, her tone a mix of disbelief and accusation.

“What? No!” Kian exclaimed, defending himself. “I helped her last night. Some old man was trying to drag her away, so I stepped in.”

“Oh, really?” Daisy asked in shock, hugging her self. “I appreciate the help, Mr. De Lavign, but I’m sorry for causing trouble,” she said, her voice soft and sincere.

Kiara studied Daisy carefully, her stern expression melting into a smile. The girl seemed polite and well-mannered, despite the odd situation. “It’s okay... ” Kiara said warmly, waiting for Daisy to say her name.

“Daisy,” Kian answered.

"Well, Daisy," Kiara said, gently patting her shoulder, “I’m sorry for interrupting your morning. You and my son take care, okay? Have a great day.”

Daisy nodded shyly. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Kiara turned back to Kian with a knowing look. “What?” he asked quietly.

She smirked, recognizing the glimmer in her son’s eyes. He might deny it, but Kiara knew her son well. He had always been thoughtful and respectful, especially toward women—a value she had instilled in him from a young age. But seeing him act this way around Daisy? That told her everything she needed to know.

..

As soon as Kian’s mom left, Daisy’s eyes locked onto the tray of food on the coffee table. Her stomach growled, reminding her how hungry and sick she felt.

“That’s yours,” Kian said, his tone serious, as he returned from seeing his mom out.

Daisy smiled shyly. “Thank you,” she whispered.

She sat on the soft sofa and began eating in silence. Kian walked away without another word, leaving her to enjoy the meal. Once she was done, she took the tray to the sink. However, she was baffled by the sheer number of buttons on the dishwasher. After a bit of trial and error, she managed to figure it out. As she stood there, her gaze wandered around the massive penthouse. It was stunning—minimalist, with shades of black, gray, and white. Everything about the place screamed wealth and sophistication, a stark contrast to the simple life she’d grown up with.

“Never been in a place like this before?” Kian’s deep voice cut through the silence, startling her.

Daisy jumped slightly and turned toward the voice. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. Kian stood there, fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair, trailing down his perfectly sculpted chest. Daisy swallowed hard, feeling heat rush to her face as her gaze unintentionally traveled lower. The bulge beneath the towel made her spine tingle, and she felt her breath hitch.

“Done studying my body?” Kian smirked, clearly amused by her reaction.

Snapped out of her daze, Daisy stammered, “Yes.” Realizing what she’d just said, her face turned crimson. “I mean, no—I mean, Yes I’ve never been in a place like this before,” she added nervously, avoiding his gaze.

Kian chuckled softly and moved to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of juice. Daisy, flustered, accidentally muttered aloud, “Won’t that fall?”

Kian turned to her, eyebrows raised in disbelief. When he saw her shocked expression at her own slip, a grin spread across his face.

“Why?” he teased. “Do you want to see it that badly?”

“No!” Daisy blurted out, her voice higher than usual. “I-I mean, you should probably put some clothes on,” she added, her voice trembling. She looked away, her ears burning.

Kian couldn’t help but smile at how red her ears had turned. He leaned against the counter, studying her. His shirt hung loosely on her, barely covering her thighs. The sight of her standing there, flustered and innocent, was oddly captivating. Without thinking, he walked toward her.

Daisy instinctively stepped back, only to find herself trapped against the counter. Her heart pounded as Kian leaned closer, his body radiating warmth. She could smell his cologne mixed with the freshness of his shower, and it made her head spin.

“I’m curious…” Kian whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear. “What are you thinking right now?” His breath tickled her neck, and she let out a soft, involuntary moan. Kian smirked, knowing she wasn’t used to this kind of closeness.

“I-I don’t know what you’re doing,” Daisy stammered, her breaths shallow. She could barely think straight.

“Then tell me how it feels,” Kian murmured, brushing his lips softly against her neck. Daisy shivered at the sensation, her body reacting in ways she didn’t understand.

“It tickles,” she admitted with a nervous giggle. Kian’s lips trailed up her neck to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Oh, that’s… nice,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Kian De Lavign, why are you—” a loud voice interrupted, causing both of them to jump. “—late?” Yuan finished, stepping into the kitchen with a wide grin.

Yuseff followed, laughing as he caught sight of the scene. Daisy, flustered and wide-eyed, stood by the counter, while Kian glared at the two intruders.

“Did we disturb you?” Yuseff asked, smirking.

“No,” Daisy answered innocently, making both men burst into laughter.

Kian sighed, clearly annoyed. “What are you two doing here?”

“You said 8 a.m. at your penthouse,” Yuseff replied, amused. “And I brought my twin, like you asked.”

Daisy tried to slip away, but Kian stopped her with a firm hand. “You two, to the office. Now,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Yuan said, chuckling as he and Yuseff headed out.

Before Daisy could retreat again, Kian turned to her, his expression serious. “Never let another man see you dressed like this. Got it?”

Daisy blinked, confused by his sudden command. “Uh… okay?” she replied softly, unsure of what he meant.

..

Daisy enjoyed a long, relaxing bath in the huge bathtub. She was so happy and comfortable that she stayed in the water for almost an hour. After drying herself off, she opened a nearby door and found Kian’s wardrobe. It was a massive walk-in closet, so big that she couldn’t believe it. This is just a closet? It’s the size of our house! she thought in amazement.

Curious, she looked through the clothes and grabbed a light blue polo shirt. She put it on and paired it with the mini skirt she was already wearing. She tucked the shirt in, looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled. Wow, I actually look good!

As she combed her hair, it hit her—she had slept in Kian’s room, bathed in Kian’s bathroom, and was now wearing Kian’s clothes. The Kian De Lavign, she thought, remembering how people spoke about him like he was some untouchable celebrity. She felt a little embarrassed, thinking she might be taking advantage of his kindness. Quickly, she left his room and went to find his office.

When she found it, she knocked softly. Kian opened the door and looked at her. His eyes lingered for a moment, and Daisy thought he might be surprised by how she looked. And He already has clothes.

“Hey… uh, sorry. I borrowed your shirt,” Daisy said shyly, avoiding his gaze. “I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here. And… sorry for the trouble. I think I should go now,” she added quietly.

Kian’s expression didn’t change much, but he nodded. “Okay. Just wait on the sofa,” he said simply, then closed the door.

Daisy sat down on the sofa, confused. What’s with his mood? she wondered.

Not long after, a man in his 40s approached her. “Miss Daisy, I’m Mr. Sebastian, Mr. De Lavign’s personal assistant. I’ll take you back to your apartment,” he said politely.

..

When they arrived at her apartment, Daisy thanked Mr. Sebastian, and went inside. The first thing she did was call Cynthia.

“I’m back at my apartment now,” Daisy informed her.

“Good! We’ll talk later,” Cynthia replied, sounding relieved, before ending the call.

Just as Daisy put her phone down, it rang again. This time, it was Deborah.

“Where the hell were you last night, Daisy?” Deborah exclaimed, her voice laced with worry.

“Relax, I’m fine. I’ll tell you everything later at Wilmart,” Daisy assured her before hanging up.

..

Later, at Wilmart, Daisy told Cynthia and Deborah what happened.

“The Kian De Lavign?!” Deborah and Cynthia shouted, astonished.

“You traitor!” Cynthia cried dramatically, pretending to wipe away tears as she clutched her phone.

Deborah burst out laughing. “Wow. You were with the Kian De Lavign?" she said amazed.

"Did you two… have fun?” Cynthia teased, raising an eyebrow.

“No! Of course not,” Daisy replied quickly, her cheeks flushing.

She explained how Kian found her and let her stay at his penthouse. She mentioned meeting his mother and how luxurious and expensive his place was.

“Maybe he likes you, Daisy,” Deborah said, her excitement evident.

“Yup, he does,” Cynthia chimed in confidently. “As someone who’s a huge fan, I’ve heard that he never brings women to his penthouse. It’s special—it was a gift from his mom.”

“Wow, I’d love to see Vivian’s face if she found out!” Deborah exclaimed, smirking.

“Who’s Vivian?” Daisy and Cynthia asked at the same time.

“Oh, she’s this entitled, popular girl at the university. She’s obsessed with Kian. She keeps telling everyone they’re dating just because his company is a shareholder in her family’s business,” Deborah explained, rolling her eyes.

Cynthia grinned. “Why don’t you make him fall for you, Daisy?”

“No way,” Daisy replied firmly.

“I heard he’s a player. He just breaks girls’ hearts,” Deborah said protectively.

“Hey! That’s not true,” Cynthia argued, laughing. “Girls just get heartbroken because he rejects them. Like me!” She pretended to cry dramatically, then gave Daisy a sly look. “But seriously, I’m rooting for you. I want you to end up with him!”

“He won’t fall for me. He probably just pities me,” Daisy said, shaking her head.

Cynthia raised her hand. “Okay, let’s bet. If Kian De Lavign falls in love with Daisy, you owe me 1,000 zenns,” she said, looking at Deborah with a smug smile.

Deborah smirked. “Fine. But if Daisy ends up hurt because of this so-called love, you owe me 1,000 zenns. Plus, it’ll be your fault,” she added with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Deal,” Cynthia said without hesitation.

Daisy sighed, watching them shake hands, realizing they didn’t care about her opinion at all.