Nolan turned around in shock to face Daisy.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
Lance nodded.
“Yes I’m sure.” He said, still staring at Daisy.
“It’s her, she’s the one that ruined the wedding.”
Nolan turned around to face daisy again.
Could she be Becky’s lover? Could that be the reason she ruined Becky’s wedding?
Was she also here drinking because Becky broke her heart like him?
“Do you know her?” Lance asked him, still staring at Daisy.
Nolan shook his head.
“Then why do you want to help her?” He said.
“Young master you’ve done enough today, why don’t we just go home and have a good rest, you have a lot of people to meet tomorrow, your schedule is packed.”
Nolan nodded as he stared down at Daisy.
Just then his phone began to vibrate.
He looked down at the screen, it was his mother.
Nolan looked towards Lance.
“Keep an eye on her.” He said as he walked outside to answer the call.
Lance sank down into the stool Nolan had been previously sitting on, he grabbed Nolan’s glass, emptying its contents, he turned towards the bar tender who was looking at him weirdly, his eyes moving from Lance to daisy who was still asleep.
“Can I have another glass.” He asked.
The bartender smiled forcedly, walking off to get the drink.
Lance shook his head, he could tell the bartender was contemplating calling the police.
This wasn’t the first time young master had called him to do some obscene things.
He grabbed the glass, downing its contents, his gaze moving back to Daisy, he couldn’t understand why the young master was interested in her or the wedding.
The chairman had given him direct orders that the young master was not to party, but here they were.
Lance stared down at the dance floor, he could see a few couples dancing.
He wondered if he could ever find someone for himself, he wondered how it felt to be in love or be married, the only love he knew was the love he had for the young master.
Just then Lance stared back at the dance floor, he had caught a woman’s eye on him.
He stared back at the woman as she smiled at him, she was petite and red haired, she was beautiful.
She used her finger, motioning for him to come closer.
Lance blushed as he looked around making sure it was him she was talking to.
He nervously adjusted his shirt button as he stumbled off to meet the woman, leaving Daisy all by herself at the bar.
*
Daisy’s eyes slowly opened as she stared down at her wrist watch, she looked around, she was still at the bar, she could remember meeting the asshole she met that afternoon but she wasn’t sure if it was real or if it was a product of the alcohol she had downed.
She still felt very blotted and nauseous.
She needed to leave.
She slowly stood up, holding the wall for support as she took a step forward, her head hurt a lot, she could barely see.
Two steps, three steps, she counted on her way to the bathroom, her eyes to the ground.
She was so intent on the ground with her feet planted strongly on it, not to have noticed a sturdy body coming towards her until it was too late and she collided into it.
"Watch the fuck where you are going!" The owner of the wall of Jericho echoed, causing Daisy's head to spin, the sound coming off as something from the speaker positioned directly in her ear drum. She let go of her purse and covered her ears, lost her balance, and went spinning in space.
"Shit!" The man veered, his arm coming around this woman whose head was bent to the floor. He grabbed her on time before she hugged the floor, and at the same time, Daisy lost control over her stomach, and boom! Retched right on him. "Fuck! Woman!"
That was the last thing she heard before she kissed darkness.
.
"Make sure you replace the clothes on her forehead, I have work to do," Daisy heard a distinct distant voice and was certain this time she wasn't dreaming. Her eyes rolled inside her eyeball wondering why everything was dark.
"Yes, sir," Another said, and then a door banged so loud that Daisy's head singed in pain. She winced and just as her body shook, a wet cold cloth was placed on her forehead. At that, her eyes trembled and fluttered open, meeting with the stunned ones of a woman.
She trailed her eyes slowly on the woman who was still bent over in shock, then she stood off from the bed and her dilated eyes gradually returned to normal. "Thank God, you are back."
"Where did I go?" Daisy asked ridiculously, striving to get up but the latter rushed to her.
"Please, stay put. I will quickly call the master and inquire if you will be taken to the hospital."
Hospital?
Daisy was confused at everything going on, especially on why her head felt like she was hit by a trailer. Her mind worked to decipher what took place and then it came at once. The club! That asshole Nolan, who hit her with his car! Was she in his house? Was he the master? If he was she would make sure she gave him a piece of her mind?
Without a second thought, she jumped up from the bed at the same time the woman rushed to her just as the door snapped open and a man walked in, a man she didn’t expect to see again, or more like she wasn’t prepared to meet.
"Ethan?" She blurted, and winced from the pain in her head. She stopped and waited until the pain passed to lash out at the man still standing by the door drinking her in. "What in God's name am I doing here?"
She remember going to the club to look for a man to fuck her until she wouldn't remember she saw him that day, but him being that man wasn't part of the plan. At that, her eyes flew to her body and instantly shook off the hand of the appalled woman on her.
"Leave us, Maggie," He instructed the woman who bowed and scurried out of the room. "I know I'm the least person you will want to see now, Daisy, but you have to rest first before you fight me," He said mildly, coming towards her.
"Do not fuxken come close to me! Ouch!" She fell back on the bed, tears pooling in her eyes as she met the white decked ceiling. How many shots of whatever she took did she take to have her like this?
"I will not come close to you, but just take the drug on the table to help with the head pain and hangover." He pointed to the table and when Daisy followed his motion, she saw the drug and despite resenting him and wanting his head on a platter, she sat up to take the drug. When her head hit the pillows once more, she fell into a slumber.