Daisy, the billionaire's flower

Chapter 4—Kisses and confusion

Daisy’s POV

I had been humiliated again at the office. I wasn’t exactly sad about it, I just didn’t feel anything. It was more of a shock. It was unexpected this time.

I sat in the car beside Sam whose knuckle was bleeding. He was very injury prone when he was younger, he had very delicate skin. I couldn’t quite understand why he reacted the way he reacted. Sam and I hadn’t said anything more than five words to each other since the incident.

Looking back on things now, he once dismissed a visitor of his for insulting me when we were younger. I also couldn’t understand the meaning of his actions back then too.

Everytime I stole a glance at him he looked irritated, much more irritated than usual.

By the time we got home, Magdalene was already outside, ranting while Maurice tried to calm her down. We hadn’t even gotten out of the car yet but it looked like she would rip the door off.

“Sammy I told you. This girl is bad luck. Unfortunate, she is the curse that plagues this family. It’s just your first day in the office and you got involved in an altercation because of her stupidity!” She lamented. I was used to hearing all sorts of abuse thrown at me but being called a curse hit harder than I cared to admit.

Sam got out of the car, instructing me to get down as well. Naturally I followed his lead.

He walked past Magdalene, ignoring her taunts and ranting. I wanted to do the same but she pulled me bag by the hair.

I whimpered in pain. I was already holding back tears but they had started to make their way to my eye lids.

How can a human being be subjected to this much suffering? Was being born my own curse? I pondered.

Right as I shut my eyes tightly to prevent the tears from falling, I saw Sam walking back towards Magdalene.

“Mother, please let go of her hair. This wasn’t her fault I assure you” He spoke in a rather calm tone as opposed to his icy demeanor.

“Sammy, she has to go” Magdalene’s tone got softer as well.

“Mother? Please” he spoke even calmer, holding her hand gently. Magdalene stared at him for a moment, she sighed and let go of my hair. Unlike his father, Magdalene had always had a soft spot for her son. She was part of the reason why he got so spoilt.

“Thank you” Sam said, letting go of her hand.

“You should get that treated, blood makes me nauseous” Magdalene said, walking away and disappearing into the mansion.

I still didn’t utter a word. I did not know what to say.

“Come along” Sam’s thick voice cut through the air. I did as he instructed as usual, feeling like my body was moving against my will.

Before entering his room, I took a detour to my own room to grab the first aid box I used to patch Maurice’s finger whenever he had a knife accident.

By the time I got to the room he had already washed the blood off and was sitting on the bed in his unbuttoned shirt.

“I needed you to come with me so you could unbutton this shirt, now I’ve got blood stains on it. Where were you?” He questioned, his focus on me unwavering.

Knowing that he needed me for something made my heart flutter, I didn’t care how commanding he was being. I knew well that at this point I’d be powerless and would do anything he asked of me.

“Apologies sir, I went to my room to grab the first aid box” I said in a soft tone, trying hard not to upset him further.

Aren’t you going to change out of that suit? It’s stained with coffee, your hair too. You look horrible.

“Right after I tend to your wounds sir” I responded.

“I never asked you to. You were given a simple instruction” he said, his voice growing deeper.

“Master— no, Sam. I know how much you bleed from minor injuries. I know how delicate your skin is. Allow me to tend to your wounds” I said.

His eyebrows curved into an arch, then relaxed again. He opened his mouth, then shut it almost immediately like he swallowed his words.

He drew a small stool within his arm’s reach closer to the bed, tapping it twice as a gesture for me to sit.

“Close the door behind you,” he said.

I used my elbow to push the door shut and the lock clicked.

The next few minutes we’re quiet. I could see it in his face that the rubbing alcohol stung.

“Why did you do that?” I asked, not looking him in the eye.

There was a brief silence, which he later broke.

“I don’t know. Don’t expect me to do it again” he responded. His answer sounded like something a child would give in a way.

I didn’t ask anymore questions. I was done and put a Band-Aid over the cut. Afterwards I stood up and packed the materials I used back into the box.

Making my way out of the room, he grabbed my hand.

“I didn’t ask you to leave yet did I?” He asked. For the first time in the day, my eyes met his.

“Take off the suit, fold your sleeves and follow me,” he commanded.

“Why?” I asked. It was a confusing request.

“Do as I say,” he responded.

How we got there, I couldn’t recall but, Sam washing coffee off my hair was not what I expected.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked.

“Because I can do whatever I want, and this is what I want to do,” he replied.

Sam was done washing my hair. He was wiping the water off with a towel.

I couldn’t understand how our lips met, or how we ended up sharing a passionate kiss in that moment.