His Ruthless Obsession

Chapter 2

DAISY’S POV

I couldn't stop running, nor did I look back. I just wanted to disappear from the scene because I know I'm no match for him.

I rushed out of the hotel like my life depended on it

My heel clicked loudly against the polished floor as embarrassment burned through every inch of my body.

I finally got out of the building and released the breath I never knew I was holding.

What the hell was that?

No seriously….

What the actual hell was that?

I had just slept with a stranger.

Not only that, the stranger turned out to be the most arrogant man alive.

“Stupid, Daisy ”,I muttered to myself.

Immediately.

My phone buzzed, and a reminder popped up

Wtf…today should be my first day in Blackwood Corp.

I've once heard about the CEO being ruthless and mean.

Oh no…I can't lose this job. It's the only way I can be able to pay the bills and depts choking me.

Ever since, my father cheated on my mother and abandoned us for another woman. I've been the one taking his responsibilities, feeding the family, paying rent, paying my little brother's college fee ... .I can't list them all.

I quickly flagged down a taxi and entered.

As the taxi drove off, memories of last night kept flashing through my head.

His touch.

His dangerously handsome face

And unfortunately…..

His stupidly attractive lips.

I covered my face immediately.

“No,don't do this .”

The driver briefly glanced at me through the mirror like he was questioning my sanity.

I ignored him.

Maybe if I act like last night never happened, my brain would cooperate.

Yes,that's a perfect plan.

I would forget him

His face, touch, and the horrible money incident.

I would forget everything.

After all…

I was never going to see him again.

Right?

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The taxi stopped in front of my house, I quickly paid him and rushed into the house.

Mother was in the kitchen, probably preparing breakfast.

I didn't even bother greeting her as I hurried into the bathroom and stepped into the shower.

My head still hurts. I groaned and held my head in my hands.

“I'm sick .” I mumbled.

“You are not sick, Daisy.” Mum's voice came from outside the bathroom. “You’re late for work. It's even your first day. ”

Hearing that, again.

I dashed out of the bathroom.

“Damn it!”

I hurried into my room while mum kept talking from outside.

“You young people waste money going out and sleeping late instead of resting properly.”

If only she knew.

Ten minutes later, I rushed out wearing my office clothes while trying to fix my hair at the same time.

My younger brother laughed from the dining table.

“You look homeless.”

I gave him a deadly glare. “Mind your business.”

“You are definitely getting fired on your first day.”

“Can you stop speaking negativity into my life this morning?” I screamed

Mum shook her head, handing me some loaves of bread.

“At least eat something.”

“No time, mum.”

I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the apartment before another disaster could happen.

Twenty minutes later, I stood in the lobby of Blackwood Corp.

The building was a monolith of black and silver glass, a jagged needle piercing the New York skyline. It screamed power and ruthlessness.

I smoothed down my cheap blazer, my heart hammering against my ribs. This job was my only lifeline. If I failed here, my mother and brother were back to eating canned soup and dodging eviction notices.

“Miss Carter?” a polished woman with a tight bun asked, and I nodded. "I'm Sarah. Follow me. Mr. Blackwood is expecting you."

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice trembling.

I followed her through corridors of polished marble and frosted glass. The atmosphere was sterile and freezing. Every employee I passed looked like they were one mistake away from a heart attack.

"He's a bit particular about his schedule," Sarah warned as she reached a set of massive obsidian doors. "Don't interrupt him unless it's urgent, and don't even try to challenge him. Please, come in."

I stepped inside. The office was vast, a minimalist sanctuary of grey and black. Behind a desk carved from a single slab of dark stone sat a man. He was wearing a charcoal suit that probably cost more than my entire apartment.

I stood and stayed silent, keeping some distance away from the desk.

“You are three minutes late.” He finally spoke.

“I'm really sorry, sir.” I said, trying so hard to hide my nervousness.

The man looked up, and those grey, winter-sea eyes locked onto mine.

I froze, my blood turning into ice.

There was no shock on his face, only a slow, dangerous flicker of recognition.

"You," I whispered.

Darrell Blackwood leaned back in his leather chair, a predatory smile curling his lips.

"Welcome to the team, Miss Carter," he said. “Let’s hope you perform better professionally than you do emotionally.”

I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. "You have got to be kidding me."

"I never kid about my employees," he replied, his voice dropping an octave. "Sit down. We have a lot to discuss, and I suggest you start by learning how to follow orders.”