“I’m the one you’re going to marry…”
Daisy’s eyes flashed dangerously at his words. He had no right, no right to say that. Her parents couldn’t dictate who she married. If he knew anything about her, he’d know that she would never let that happen.
“Yes, please. Leave. Now,” she muttered.
“Sooner or later, Daisy, I’ll have you,” Gavril said, eyes twisting hatefully. Arvil snorted.
“Really? You know, this is getting boring,” he pretended to yawn. “So scram. I’m in a good mood today, so perhaps I’ll let you off easy for bothering Daisy. Next time… you might not be so fortunate.”
Either he realized the threat in Arvil’s voice, or recognized a loss, Arvil couldn’t tell, but the man turned around and walked off. It was only that the male dropped the act, but not the arm around her.
“Well, how interesting that was,” his eyes crinkled in amusement. “How entertaining.”
Daisy cringed and removed the man’s arm from around her. She pulled away so she could turn and face him. “Thank you for that, but I think I’ll just… be leaving now.”
Arvil merely chuckled.
“And where are you going, fiancée?” He grinned at her lazily. “Aren’t I going to get an explanation for this?”
“For one, I’m not your fiancée,” Daisy started, then sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “But I guess you do deserve an answer… Would you mind sitting?”
“Most definitely not,” Arvil responded smoothly. “But I’m rather busy right now, so maybe later.”
He reached out for a piece of tissue and pulled out a pen from his pocket. He quickly wrote down his number, purposefully not writing out his name. He wondered what her reaction would be once she realized she had called the Arvil her fiancé. He would have to check up on her, too… it woukd be a fun activity.
“Here’s my number,” he passed it over to her. “We’ll arrange a meeting and you’ll explain why you had to pretend we were engaged.”
Daisy raised her eyebrows at his answer. He was cocky… Of course he was…
“We’ll see. I’m pretty busy,” she said, though she did fold the paper and stick it in her pocket. “Thank you for that, by the way.”
Arvil smirked brfore caught sight of a familiar man.
“That’s my cue,” he winked at Daisy. “See you later, Daisy~.”
Daisy hummed noncommittally, giving he man a nod. “Yeah, we’ll see.”
[TIME SKIP]
“But Noah~” Arvil pouted, resting his chin on hand. “Why must you make me do this? I don’t want to do all of this all alone.”
His secretary simply gave him a look of disdain, rolling his eyes and setting another stack of papers on his desk.
“The strategic department has written this report for the new game they’ve been developing,” he said in a blank tone. “And these papers, you need to look over and sign if you agree to work with HighTech.”
Arvil groaned, but he still took the papers and began looking over them just as his phone rang. It was an unknown number, but it caused a smirk to bloom on his lips. And when Noah questioned why, the president merely gave him an amused look.
“My fiancée,” he winked before he answered the call.
Daisy sighed and pulled the number that the man had given her from her pocket, where she’d put it. Shaking her head, she punched the numbers into her phone and waited.
“This is Daisy Riley,” she said when the man answered.
“Ah, my fiancée,” Arvil leaned back against his seat, feet on the desk. “How have you been, love? Did you miss me? I know you couldn’t stay away long~“
Daisy groaned and placed her head on the desk in front of her that she was sitting at. “I’m not really your fiancée… You don’t have to keep up the charade.”
“You aren’t? Aw, that’s a shame,” Arvil faked a pout. “Oh, well. Your loss then. It isn’t every day you have a beautiful man pretend to be your savior. So, Daisy Riley, what did you need from me?”
“You told me to call you, so I was fulfilling my word. You wanted an explanation, did you not?” Daisy questioned, leaning back in her chair with an exasperated sigh.
“Not really, no,” Arvil responded quite cheerfully. “I merely wanted you to have my number. Did Gabriel give you a hard time later on, dear Daisy?
“Gavril,” Daisy corrected him out of habit. “And no, he didn’t. Why in the world did you want to give me your number?”
“Whatever,” Arvil rolled his eyes before the grin returned on his features. Noah gave him a pointed look, which he ignored. “Why wouldn’t I want to bless you with my number? You can’t even deny you wanted it. You could have tossed it away and pretended you lost it so you could never hear from me again, but you kept it safe~ I’m touched~“
“I literally stuck it in my pocket. It’s so wrinkled from being there all day that I could hardly read it to put your number in,” Daisy sighed with a roll of her eyes. “And I only did that because I thought I owed you an explanation. But seeing as you clearly don’t care, I don’t see why I would need your number any longer.”
“Aw, that breaks my heart,” Arvil pouted. “You could do well to have someone as beautiful as I am in your life, you know. I could bless you with luck. Who knows, you might actually get a decent husband.”
Daisy snorted and rolled her eyes. “Right, yeah. Because that’s definitely going to happen after twenty-six years.”
“That’s my girl,” Arvil laughted, riling her up on purpose. “Well, them, love, unfortunately, I must get off the phone now. Some of us actually have work.”
“Yeah, well, so do I. Just not until tomorrow,” Daisy scoffed. Shaking her head, she added before she hung up, “And I’m not your girl.”
When the girl hung up, Arvil stared at his phone with a grin on his features. He began to chuckle, causing his assistant to sigh.
“Daisy Riley,” He murmured with a wicked smile. “So amusing…”
Daisy had just finished writing out a scene of her latest story when her phone rang again. She sighed and picked it up, groaning when she noticed who it was.
“Hello, mom,” she answered, trying to keep the exasperation from her voice. “What can I do for you?”