Chapter 4

DAISY

I can't believe my eyes!

I must be dreaming.

I didn't expect to meet the person in front of me now. I instantly freeze and remain transfixed at one spot. His arms are still wide open and I'm tied between getting into them and remaining at the same place I am.

“Surprised huh?” he shrugs as he walks to come where I am. “Don't be, it happens all the time!”

Oops!

“How often?” that's the first sentence which comes out of my lips.

“Only once or twice...not so often!”

“Ahhh!” My shoulders sag in relief and I melt into his soft arms. He squeezes me into his chest and I inhale at his cologne. Mmmh! He smells heavenly!

“Now that you know my name, can I have the pleasure of knowing yours?” he says, tipping my chin upwards with his index finger. My eyes meet his as I look up at him and my smile freezes on my lips when I notice his contagious smile.

Damian Justin is a handsome man. He's well built and he has a slight gap between his upper teeth. His smile doesn't leave his face even as he holds my hand and leads me towards the couch.

“Your name, beautiful?” he reminds me, snapping me from my reverie.

“Daisy...Daisy Albert!” I don't see the need to repeat that since he already called my name immediately I arrived here.

“I just wanted to make sure you aren't using a pseudo name at the site as well!” he states as he makes me sit down then sits next to me.

“Wine or gin?” he asks and I reply that I need wine.

He uncorks the bottle on the glass table and pours pours some into a glass which was already on the table.

He hands the glass to me and raises his up for a toast. I sincerely don't know what we're toasting for but I definitely raise mine for a toast. After the glasses click, we both raise them to our lips and I down my wine in one swift swing. If I'm going to deal with the president's son, then I need to be intoxicated...this is too good to be real!

“So Daisy, tell me about yourself.” he starts in a bid to keep the conversation flowing.

I'm not used to chatting with clients and getting to know each other better. However, this one is quite different. Madam Sophie informed me that I need to hold a conversation with our clients and if the client is willing to know us better, it's okay since it only means one thing...that client is just being careful or is trying to be friendly!

Clearing my throat, I tell Damian just a few stuff about myself, leaving some very crucial details since I don't want him to know me that much. After all, I'll be done with him immediately I finish this task of escorting him in his business trip out of the state...that's after pocketing my share!

We chat for a little while and he informs me that he's traveling out of the country early tomorrow and all he needs is someone to be by his side. I'm sure that means I'll need to dress elegantly, accompany him anywhere and eventually warm his bed!

“Let me call my fashion designer to bring you some fancy dresses and accessories. I want you to look good and sophisticated while there. I don't want my partners thinking that I have a cheap girl for company!” Wow! He really cares about his reputation,doesn't he?

My heart is doing summersaults as he walks to the same window I found him and dials a number. I can't help but wonder why he decided to look for an escort instead of going in the company of his girlfriend or lover.

Damian lives a private life and I've never seen him with a girl even on the television but I conclude that he has one, it's just that he doesn't want her to be in the limelight.

Whoever she is, she is very lucky to have the president's son for a lover, girlfriend or fiance!

However, I can't stop asking myself why she's not accompanying him. Or is she also a busy businesswoman who doesn't need to travel with her fiance every now and then? I just can't tell!

A whole minute later, he's done and he joins me back on the couch where he refills his glass.

“Jessica will be here soon. Let me take you to your room so that she can find you there!”

What? My room? And I thought I will be sharing his master bedroom with him!

I nod in understanding. I know that I'm not his girlfriend and I have no choice but to follow his orders. He helps me stand up and he helps me carry my glass and bottle for me as I hold onto my clutch bag tightly. I'm not happy that he's taking me to another room. No wonder I couldn't see my luggage in his master bedroom!

My alleged room is at the furthest corner if that sane floor and he unlocks it then holds the door for me to get it. I usher myself in, my eyes fixed on the chandelier hanging loosely at the ceiling and I gulp in loudly.

My room is not different from his master bedroom, just that it's smaller in size and a bed is standing at the corner against the wall.

The bed is well spread in crisp white bedcovers and a quilt is well folded and it's placed on the bed.

A sudden urge to slump onto it and spread my legs and hands there as I feel the texture overwhelms me but I need to calm down.

It's breathtakingly beautiful!

I spot my bag inside the walk in closet and I smile, wondering why this man chose me to be his escort!

Stay here as you wait for her. I've instructed her what to do and don't shy away from choosing your favourite dresses. I'll sort the bills immediately she's done!

“Okay sir!”

“Sir?” he asks in utter shock. “Cut the formalities and call me Damian, Okay?”

“Yes si...Damian!" I nod.

“Great. See you later then. I'm still busy with some businesses.” he says then excuses himself. He walks towards the door but upon a second thought, he stops midway and gazes at me.

“Jessica can be a handful therefore don't respond to her inquisitiveness. Just maintain a buyer-seller relationship and everything will be alright, understood?”

“Yes Damian. I understand perfectly well.”

“Good. Have fun.” he says then leaves, closing the door behind him. It's only after he leaves when I release the breathe I've been holding ever since we entered this room.

I'm waiting for that handful Jessica. If she proves to be sassy, then she'll realise that I am sassier! I'm not afraid of her at all! I'll handle her if she proves to be a handful as Damian has said!

Everything about this house is expensive. The decor, the wall hangings, the furniture...everything!

I pour myself another glass of wine as I pick my phone to call Myra to update her on the latest.

She picks her phone excitedly and she informs me that she's already with her client.

“Ypu won't believe who my client is!” I exclaim in excitement.

“You said his name is Eric Samuels right? That doesn't ring a bell at all!” she replies.

“Well, you'll be surprised just as I was to learn that he used a fake name on the site.” I don't want to tell her immediately. I just want to continue dragging her feet.

“Is he a prominent person? A governor?”

“Prominent...yes, governor...no.”

“Stop pulling my legs, okay? I'm anxious and curious to know who the person is!” she says desperately.

“His name is Damian Justin, the pr--”

“President's son? Are you kidding me right now Daisy? Oh no, I can't biebe this!” she's in denial. Well, that makes the two of us!

“Yes, and I'm shocked as you are. So, who's your client? Someone prominent?” I ask in a bid to divert her from the initial shock.

“He's not a well known business man but I'm already enjoying his company.” she replies. “I'm happy for you darling! You're so lucky! Tel me how everything goes, okay?”

“Yes honey, I will. Have fun too.”

After hanging up, I take a deep swing from my glass in an attempt to calm my nerves and see if the reality can start sinking in but to no avail. I still can't believe that I've just met Damian Justin face to face!

***

Jessica shows up a few minutes later with her assistant carrying two backpacks and a carrier bag. They both greet me then place their luggage on the couch beside me.

“We had to bring almost the whole boutique here since we don't know your taste. At least we know Kyla's, Sara's, Doreen's, Abby's...”

“It's alright. It's okay!” I say, standing up to pave way for her to sit down. I'm sure all those names she has mentioned belong to the several girls the president's son has been with but that doesn't break any bone inside me. I'm here for business so she can go to hell!

She shrugs then her assistant starts offloading the dresses and I start fitting into them, selecting the ones I've fallen for.

This goes on for about thirty minutes.

At the end of it all, I've chosen almost ten dresses of different types, colours and sizes. I've also selected some shoes, clutch bags and handbags, chains, earrings...literally everything they've come with. After we're done, she calls Damian to inform him about the bill and he tells her to check her account after two minutes. He didn't waste any time at all!

Since I cut Jessica midway her chatting, she has been sulky, only talking when necessary and that is just cool with me. After packing their luggage, they wave me goodbye and they exit the room.

A whole minute later, Damian shows up at the doorway and he requests me to fit into the clothes that I've just selected and I do that willingly. He has paid for everything after all!

“Wow! You have such a great taste...I love everything you've selected!”

“Just like Kyla, Sara...” I don't even know why I'm getting jealous all over a sudden. It's not like we are dating!

“I know Jessica very well that's why I told you not to entertain her. Anyway, that doesn't matter. Just freshen up and meet me downstairs for dinner.” he smiles then leaves.

'Don't be stupid Daisy! He's not your boyfriend!' my conscience warns me.

'I know right.. you don't have to rub it on my face, do you?'

'I just wanted you to remember that!'

I shut my conscience away and I strip naked then walk to the bathroom. I'm needed downstairs for dinner and I don't want to keep Damian waiting!