The Second Choice

The chaotic business KTV private room was a cacophony of raucous cheers, resembling a frenzied hunting feast. ​With a powerful swing of his arm, Caspian hoisted Daisy onto his shoulder with brutal force. He turned, casting a chilling sneer at the room full of pampered playboys. "Continue, gentlemen. I'm taking her to 'rest' now." ​A wave of suggestive, mocking laughter erupted around them. ​"What are you doing?! Put me down!" Daisy struggled, her small fists pounding against his broad back. She shrieked, "Caspian, you can’t do this!" ​A man in a flashy pink T-shirt let out a sharp whistle. "Finally grew a pair, brother? Have fun tonight—and don't be too gentle with the flower!" ​Daisy shielded her face, certain that her skin was burning a deep, humiliated crimson. ​Caspian gave a dismissive snort and strode toward the elevator. The noise of the party was instantly cut off by the closing doors. ​The hotel room door was kicked open with a violent thud. Before Daisy could react, the world spun. She was slammed ruthlessly onto the hardwood floor, the dull impact sending a jolt of agonizing pain through her body. ​"Ah!" A cry escaped her lips as physiological tears welled up, blurring her vision. ​Before she could catch her breath, a towering dark shadow descended upon her. Caspian, like a maddened beast, pinned her firmly to the ground. ​He gripped her chin in a rough vice, his lips curling into a cruel, mocking arc. ​"A year ago, didn't you leave quite gracefully? Tossing yourself into the arms of that rich heir. What’s the matter? Didn't he give you the pampered life you craved? Hmm?" ​That final "Hmm?" rose slightly, carrying a bone-chilling contempt that pierced Daisy’s heart like a venomous stinger. ​He shoved her chin away and continued his verbal lynching. "Or did that wealthy bastard get bored of his toy and throw you away? Are you so desperate now that you're selling smiles to any man in a bar?" ​His fingers grazed her collarbone with a rough texture that felt like a series of micro-shocks, making Daisy tremble uncontrollably. ​Daisy looked up at the man who was both familiar and a total stranger, her eyes swimming in tears. She couldn't reconcile this man with the Caspian in her memories—the innocent boy who used to blush just from holding her hand. Now, he was tearing at her shirt without a second thought. ​She shook her head, trying to push him back. ​"Stop acting like a saint!" Caspian’s fury flared. He caught both her wrists, pinning them behind her back and slamming them above her head. ​With his other hand, he ripped open her work uniform. Buttons popped and scattered, revealing the creamy, delicate skin beneath, which seemed to glow under the dim lights. ​"You’re just a sell-out. Why bother with the act?" His hand moved to the soft curves of her chest, kneading them with possessive arrogance. ​"Mmph... ah..." Daisy cried out. Her body was betraying her; she was sensitive, and his movements were as practiced as they were forceful. She could feel the buds of her breasts hardening under his touch. ​"How pathetic, Daisy." Caspian arched an eyebrow, his eyes darkening. "Aroused so easily?" ​His fingers shifted rhythm, alternating between slow torment and frantic friction, intentionally agonizing her. ​Shame and pleasure surged together like a tidal wave. Daisy felt like a small boat tossed in a violent storm, destined to be submerged at any moment. She gasped for air, the ceiling spinning in her sight as memories flooded back. ​He must hate me so much... ​A year ago, on their anniversary, she had ground the roses he gave her into the dirt right before his eyes, telling him it was over. On that asphalt road, the red petals had been crushed by her heels, their juice splattering like blood—much like her shattered heart in this very moment. ​Caspian would never know that every ounce of her strength had gone into that stomp, crushing not just the flowers, but all her girlhood dreams. ​Oh, I’m sorry, dear Caspian. I’m so sorry. ​Daisy screamed in desperation inside her mind, yet she bit her lip hard, refusing to let a single word of truth escape. ​If this makes you feel better, then ruin me as you wish. ​Caspian suddenly looked up. He stared into Daisy’s eyes—those tearful, pitiful eyes that looked as if they held a thousand unspoken words. A sudden, inexplicable restlessness surged in his chest. ​"Hey, what’s with that look?" He leaned in abruptly, his hot breath fanning against her sensitive earlobe. ​The sensation sent a shiver through Daisy’s soul. ​"Don't look at me like that. You were the one who chose to leave," Caspian narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low growl. ​Daisy closed her eyes, falling into a resigned silence. ​The air in the room felt as if it had been set ablaze, growing hot enough to suffocate them both.