Chapter 5 Who is she

Edward had returned to the private room.

He looked around the room for his woman but did not see her, so he went up to Cindy, who was still with the handsome guy.

"Hey Cindy," he interrupted politely.

Cindy turned to the guy she was yet to seduce and flashed him a warm smile. "Hey"

"Where is Daisy?" he asked, and Cindy furrowed her brows before saying, "I think she went to the lounge at the left, down the corridor."

Edward stepped out of the room, his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched.

He was having a talk with an American artiste Dave introduced him to in another private room just a floor above them. It seemed like they were planning on a collaboration. He was in the midst of the talk when he suddenly started to feel uncomfortable. He did not understand the reason for the sudden heat spreading through him, and even though the air conditioner was on, he still felt hot all over. And when he started to feel giddy and aroused, he knew he needed to look for his baby.

He didn't mean to leave his girlfriend all by herself. In fact, he felt he was doing the right thing.

Putting in words for him in the face of big artists, meeting up with artists, and seeking connections were things Daisy always naturally did for him. But now, he wanted to prove to her that he was more than capable, that he, too, could do things on his own.

He wanted to be more than the man she would ever want.

He wanted to do everything possible to make her never get tired of him and want to stay with him, now and forever.

With his brows furrowed tightly, under the dim lights outside the private room, his handsome face looked flushed as he tried so hard to control his growing burning desire, which looked like it would soon get under control.

Ha no! He needed to go meet Daisy.

He blamed the too much wine he had to take today. He had met a lot of people, so he just had to drink up countless times in respect for them.

Edward took long strides down the corridor and turned left. He stopped in front of the first lounge and knocked gently. Soon, the door opened, and a wild-looking man appeared from behind the door.

Edward's eyes widened in shock, and he stepped back.

After a while, he regained his senses and said, "I guess I got the wrong room. Sorry for disturbing you."

The man nodded and was just about to step back in when something flashed in his eyes.

"Wait," he gasped, with a slightly widened expression, and the guy paused. But realizing how far his thoughts had gone, Edward shook his head.

"Sorry, never mind,' Edward said and stepped back. Without saying one more word, the rough-looking man slammed the door shut.

Edward tapped his head lightly with a huff, silently scolding himself for mistakenly assuming Daisy could ever be in that room.

As far as he knew, Daisy was never one to do that.

Ha! The wine was making him unreasonable.

He was just about to check the next lounge when it occurred to him that he could just call her to confirm which lounge she was in.

Why didn't I even call her at first? He could not help but wonder.

He brought out his phone from his jeans pocket and was about to dial her line when he noticed a text message from her about an hour ago. His brows knitted as he read the message that read, "I'm sorry, baby, that I left just like that. I was pretty much so drunk Rose had to take me home. I became a little sober when I got home. Baby, pardon me, but I will make it up to you tomorrow. Thanks for today.

I love you."

Edward stared in disbelief as he read the text. Finding it difficult to believe Daisy had sent that.

Daisy would never do this, no matter what. She would have at least called. But then, he suddenly snapped out of it and raised his brows. 'If she didn't send this, then who did?'

He then dialled her line, which went unanswered. He sighed when he realized it was a few minutes to 11 pm already.

'She definitely has gone to bed,' he thought, breathing out a sigh, but when he felt his shaft harden in his pants, his eyes widened, and sweat broke out of his forehead. Panicking, he decided he should go home immediately before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life. He would go home and take a cold shower, and that would do.

He brought out his phone to call his cousin, Chris, and inform him about the situation.

Even still, he wondered why his body was reacting that way. It never even occurred to him that someone could have drugged him. He only blamed the alcohol and blamed himself for taking too much.

Thankfully, he was the rear type that wouldn't lose his mind when drunk. He only became solemn, less arrogant, and a little dense.

In a dark corner was a dark figure, her gaze fixated on the phone in her hand. Her face looked stone cold and murderous. And yes, at that moment, she just wanted to kill Daisy, but she wouldn't let her hate make her irrational.

She would carry out her plans accordingly and judiciously.

She stared hard at the phone without a word. She wasn't just staring but was awaiting a reply from Edward; after all, she had sent a message to him. She was the one that sent the text Edward had just read.

She had managed to get Daisy's phone with her own means as everything happening on that floor could not pass her nose.

She is Daisy's arch-enemy.

Things had not gone as planned. Daisy didn't end up in the first room by the left with the gigolo. She had ended up instead in the bed of the youngest and richest business tycoon in Australia, getting this cold figure upset. She wondered why he didn't kick her out when she got the wrong room; instead, they'd been in there for more than an hour. She has to do a series of questioning and personal checking before she finally believes Wesley Maxwell is the one in that room.

Her teeth gritted in anger, and hatred blazed in her eyes. "Bitch," she seethed.

They planned to ruin Daisy's reputation with that gigolo, but doing that now would be messing with someone they should never even look in the eye.

Her grip on the phone in her hand tightened, nearly crutching it. She breathed out heavily, trying to calm the anger rising in her chest.

So what if it didn't go as planned? Daisy is still being fucked by a total stranger, isn't it?

Edward has to know this.

No. He has to see this.

She dipped her hand in her purse and took out her phone. Then she dialled a number.

"Go down to the front floor desk and get the swipe card of room 49. I already gave the manager some money." She ended the call after that.

Daisy slammed the door shut immediately she entered so the door would have automatically locked.

She would send someone into that room to get a picture of Daisy naked in the arms of a stranger to send to Edward.

If it was the gigolo she had personally arranged, then she really would have gotten pictures and videos of the incident trend on every social media and entertainment network. It would have been a disaster, cheating with her boyfriend right on the night of her anniversary.