Tired of rich men being treated like gods.
Tired of women pretending that money was love.
She simply continued what she was doing.
until a shadow fell across the floor beside her.
Daisy looked up and her world shifted.
Ethan Admy stood there, tall, clean, controlled, expensive in a quiet way.
For one second, Daisy forgot how to breathe because she knew that face.
Not from magazines, not from gossip, from a night she had tried to bury so deep inside herself that even her own memory felt like a lie.
Their eyes held, not like strangers, like two people whose past had touched skin before words.
Ethan’s expression didn’t change much, but his eyes did.
They carried recognition and something else.
Something sharp under the calm.
Daisy’s stomach tightened.
She lowered her gaze quickly, forcing her voice to stay steady.
Good morning, sir.
Ethan didn’t answer immediately.
Behind them, the manager was almost tripping over himself.
Sir Ethan, welcome, sir.
We are honored.
Please, please let me assign our best.
Ethan cut him off calmly.
Daisy will assist me.
Silence.
Anita’s face twitched.
Mr. Benson froze for half a second, then recovered quickly, forcing a smile.
“Yes, sir.
Of course, Daisy.
Come.
” Daisy’s fingers curled slightly, but she kept her face calm.
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.
Ethan walked toward the display area like a normal customer, as if he wasn’t the kind of man who could buy the whole store if he wanted.
Then he turned to Daisy and said in a low voice that only she could hear.
Treat me like a normal customer.
Daisy swallowed.
Yes, sir.
He picked up a jacket casually, then placed it back.
You work hard, he said.
How old are you? Daisy stiffened slightly.
That wasn’t a normal question.
25,” she answered.
“And your family?” Daisy’s throat tightened.
She didn’t like that question.
It always had teeth.
“My family is fine,” she said carefully.
Ethan’s lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in it.
“What’s your real name?” he asked.
Daisy’s eyes flickered.
“Daisy,” she said.
Ethan’s gaze held hers.
“Where are you from?” Daisy’s palms became damp.
It’s not important, sir.
Too ugly to say? Ethan asked, his tone almost teasing.
Daisy’s face went hot.
She hated herself for reacting.
She forced her voice to stay cold.
Sir, what would you like to buy? Ethan leaned slightly closer, just enough to make her uncomfortable.
You were quick, he said softly.
That night, Daisy’s heart slammed against her ribs.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed quickly, warning him without words.
Ethan didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t make a scene.
He simply looked like a man enjoying the control of a secret.
Daisy’s voice came out low and tight.
“Sir, please.
” Ethan’s eyes dropped briefly, then lifted again.
“I want to try pants,” he said plainly.
“Bring me another pair to the fitting room.
” Daisy turned immediately, moving like she did hear the hidden meaning.
“Yes, sir.
” She brought the pants, handed them to him, and stood outside the fitting room door like her job demanded.
A few moments later, Ethan’s voice came from inside.
“Daisy?” “Yes, sir.
I’ll buy 100,000 worth of items from you,” he said, calm as ever.
“If you sleep with me again,” Daisy froze.
For one full second, she couldn’t believe the words.
Then, anger rose in her like fire.
She opened the fitting room door just enough to speak without making a scene.
her eyes burning.
“Sir,” she said sharply.
“Don’t insult me,” Ethan’s voice stayed smooth.
“It’s an offer.
” Daisy’s jaw clenched.
“I may need money,” she whispered, eyes hard.
“But I sell products, not myself.
There was a pause.
” Then Ethan opened the door slightly.
He was fully dressed, calm, almost unreadable.
“So, you’re saying no?” “Yes,” Daisy said firmly.
And if you don’t want to buy anything, that’s fine.
Ethan studied her face like he was weighing something deeper than pride.
Daisy turned away quickly before he could see what was shaking inside her.
As she walked toward the counter, she muttered under her breath, so low nobody else could hear, “Billionaire men are trash.
” Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the items on the counter.
She forced herself to breathe, forced herself to focus on work.
But when Ethan returned to the counter, his voice softened just a little.
“That night was an accident,” Daisy said quickly before he could speak again.
Her eyes didn’t meet his.
“Please keep it a secret for me.
” Ethan’s gaze didn’t move.
“Is it embarrassing?” he asked quietly.
“To have slept with me.
” Daisy’s chest tightened.
“It’s embarrassing to be reduced to it,” she said, voice low.
“That’s all.
” Ethan didn’t respond immediately.
Then he picked up a bag from the shelf.
“I’m here to buy something for my sister,” he announced loud enough for others to hear.
The staff practically melted with relief.
“Yes, sir.
Welcome, sir.
” They laughed too loudly, smiled too widely, treated him like the son had walked inside their shop.
And from that day, Ethan kept coming back, always with a new excuse.
My sister needs a bag.
My sister has an event.
My sister likes this brand.
Each time he requested Daisy.
Each time the staff gossiped, “That CEO is a playboy.
See the kind of women he brings.
He keeps changing girls.
” One day, Daisy finally got tired and said quietly, “Sir, you have so many sisters.
” Ethan’s mouth twitched, almost amused.
I have three,” he admitted under his breath.
“That’s why this excuse works.
” Daisy didn’t know whether to be angry or annoyed.
But she knew one thing.
People were watching, especially Anita.
Anita noticed the pattern too quickly.
She noticed how Ethan’s eyes followed Daisy even when he pretended not to.
She noticed how he always chose Daisy, even when Anita stood right in front of him with her best smile.
Anita’s jealousy grew teeth.
At first, she only whispered.
Then she began to plant words.
Daisy targets rich men.
She acts innocent, but she knows what she’s doing.
She sleeps around to sell.
She’s using the boss.
Slowly, like poison mixed into soup, the story began to spread.
And Daisy could feel it.
The looks, the whispers, the laughter that stopped when she turned around.
Still, she kept working because hunger doesn’t care about gossip.
Bills don’t pause for rumors.
But one morning, as Daisy was arranging clothes on a rack, a sudden wave of nausea hit her like a slap.
She froze.
Her face drained.
She gripped the rack tightly, trying to steady herself.
The nausea rose again, stronger.
Daisy covered her mouth and rushed toward the restroom.
She barely made it inside before she bent over the toilet and vomited.
Her body shook.
Her eyes watered.
When she finally lifted her head, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Her lips were pale.
Her breathing was uneven.
And fear crawled into her chest, cold and heavy.
Because Daisy knew her body, she knew what this could mean.
Her hand trembled as it moved slowly to her belly.
Not touching, just hovering.
Like she was afraid to confirm what her mind was already screaming.
