Chapter 115 115
DAISY POV
I woke up slowly, my eyes still heavy with sleep. I reached across the bed with one hand, searching for Raven, but the space beside me felt empty and cool. Blinking fully awake, I realized she was really gone. Before I could even process that, I became aware of a presence behind me.
I turned my head, and my breath caught in my throat.
Diesel was still there.
He sat slumped in the small chair beside the bed, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted back against the wall. His eyes were closed, but he didn’t look comfortable at all—like he had fallen asleep while watching over me. His hair was messy, one hand resting loosely on his stomach while the other hung over the arm of the chair.
My heart did a funny little flip.
I stayed quiet for a moment, just drinking him in. He looked tired, yet peaceful in a way I rarely got to see. The soft morning light streaming through the window cast gentle shadows across his face, sharpening the strong line of his jaw and highlighting the small scar near his eyebrow.
I bit my lip, fighting back a smile that threatened to stretch too wide.
Carefully, I pushed myself up a little, pulling the blanket higher around my waist. The slight movement must have disturbed him, because Diesel stirred. His eyes opened slowly, and the moment they landed on me, the tiredness in them melted into something softer, warmer.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough and gravelly from sleep.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling.
He raised an eyebrow, that familiar smirk already tugging at his lips. “Who greets her man with just ‘Good morning’?”
I couldn’t help smiling wider. A warm, bold feeling fluttered in my chest. I pushed the blanket aside and stood up slowly. The oversized shirt I was wearing fell to mid-thigh as I took the two short steps toward his chair.
Diesel watched me the entire way, his eyes dark and soft at the same time.
I stopped right in front of him, feeling shy but refusing to let it stop me. Then, gently, I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. My knees settled on either side of his thighs as I lowered myself down. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, but it felt right. My hands rested lightly on his broad shoulders for balance.
Diesel’s breath hitched. His hands came up automatically, settling warm and steady on my waist.
Heart racing, I leaned in and pressed a quick, sweet kiss to his lips—soft but full of everything I was feeling in that moment.
“Good morning, Mr. D,” I whispered against his mouth. My voice came out lower and a little breathier than I intended.
Diesel smiled, a real blush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. He looked almost stunned for a second, then his gaze moved slowly over my face like he was seeing me for the first time.
“Do you grow more beautiful every single day?” he murmured, his voice deep and rough. His thumb stroked gently along my waist.
I laughed softly, feeling my own cheeks heat up, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I stayed right there on his lap, resting my forehead lightly against his, savoring the quiet morning and the way his hands held me like I was something precious.
After a moment, Diesel pulled back just enough to look at me properly. “We’re going out.”
“Out?” I lifted my head, surprised.
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. We’re going on a proper date. A normal one.”
My heart skipped. A normal date. The words sounded so simple, yet they sent excited butterflies fluttering through my chest. I had always dreamed of things like this—simple, sweet moments couples had in movies and stories. The kind of thing I never thought I would actually get.
Instead of asking why now, I stood up from his lap, still feeling a little shy but undeniably happy. I walked over to the corner where the boutique bags sat and pulled out one of the nice dresses he had bought me. It was soft, simple, and looked comfortable enough for a whole day out.
I turned back to him, holding the dress against my body. “This will be nice,” I said, smiling.
“Nope.”
His single word made my face fall slightly. I glanced back down at the dress, disappointed. “But it’s nice nah…”
I started putting it back into the bag and reached for another when I heard Diesel speaking quietly into his phone.
“Okay, please make it fast.”
I looked over my shoulder, curious about who he was calling. Before I could ask, Diesel ended the call and stood up. He walked over to me, stopping close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.
“I’ve already prepared what you’ll wear today,” he said, his voice low and warm. One hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Let’s have a light breakfast first… then let me wash you up.”
The casual way he said it — “let me wash you up” — made my face light up with heat. Why did I blush at the smallest things with him? For a second, I almost wanted to slap my own cheeks.
Diesel noticed immediately. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, his eyes glinting with quiet amusement.
I tried to play it cool, but my voice came out softer than I meant. “You don’t have to… I can wash myself.”
“I know you can,” he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting higher. “But I want to. Come on, Sleeping Bird.”
He took my hand and gently led me toward the bathroom.
Diesel turned on the shower, testing the water temperature with his hand before stepping back.
I hesitated only a moment, then reached for the hem of the oversized shirt and pulled it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. I stood there in just my panties, feeling exposed but safe under his gaze.
Diesel’s eyes darkened, but he stayed gentle. He kicked off his boots, stepped into the shower stall with me still fully clothed otherwise, and lathered the soap between his palms.
“You’re going to get soaked,” I whispered, half-laughing.
“Worth it,” he said simply.
His hands moved slowly over my shoulders, down my arms, and across my back — careful, deliberate, almost reverent. When his soapy fingers brushed the curve of my breast, a soft shiver ran through me. He didn’t rush. He washed my hair next, massaging my scalp until I leaned back against his chest with a contented sigh, the warm water cascading over both of us.
By the time he rinsed me off and wrapped me in a thick towel, I felt warm and boneless. Diesel pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before stepping back so I could dry myself.
“Breakfast first,” he said, his voice a little rougher now. “Then we get you dressed for our date.”
A light breakfast had already been brought in — fresh bread, eggs, fruit, and hot tea. We ate quickly at the small table, stealing glances at each other. Every time our eyes met, my stomach fluttered happily.
After we finished eating, Diesel stood up and kissed the top of my head. “Give me a few minutes. I need to sort something out for today. I’ll be right back.”
I nodded, watching him leave the room. The door clicked shut behind him.
At first, I just sat there, smiling to myself like a fool. But ten minutes passed… then fifteen. He still wasn’t back. A strange unease started settling in my chest. The room suddenly felt too quiet without him. I glanced at the door, then at the phone he had given me weeks ago. I rarely used it, but today my nervousness made me curious.
I picked it up, opened the browser, and typed: how to behave on a first date.
The results popped up instantly. Articles with titles like “10 Ways to Impress Your Date” and “Dos and Don’ts for a Perfect Date.” I scrolled through them, reading tips about eye contact, laughing at his jokes, and not talking too much. One article even mentioned “keeping the mystery alive.” My cheeks warmed as I kept scrolling.
Then a stupid thought slipped in.
What if tonight ends with… sex?
My face burned hotter. I dropped the phone on the bed and buried my face in the nearest pillow, letting out a muffled squeal. I was being so silly. Rolling onto my back, I hugged the pillow tightly to my chest and kicked my legs in the air like a teenager. “Daisy, stop it,” I whispered to myself, giggling nervously. “It’s just a date. A normal date. He’s not expecting… that.”
I rolled onto my stomach, still clutching the pillow, my mind spinning with a mix of excitement and panic. What was I even supposed to do? What if I said something awkward? What if—
A sharp knock sounded on the door.
I froze. A knock? Diesel would never knock — he would just walk right in. My heart jumped. I quickly sat up, smoothed down my hair, and hurried to the door, still holding the pillow in one arm like a shield.
I pulled the door open.
Two women stood in the hallway.
They were both tall, with long legs and confident postures that made the simple clubhouse corridor feel like a runway. The first had smooth dark skin, sharp cheekbones, and full lips painted a deep red. Her hair fell in perfect waves down her back. The second was slightly lighter-skinned, with striking cat-like eyes and a sleek bob that framed her face perfectly. Both were dressed in fitted tops and jeans that hugged their curves like they were made for them. They looked sexy, put-together, and completely out of place standing outside our quarters.
I blinked, suddenly very aware of my towel-wrapped body and messy damp hair.
The first woman smiled, her red lips curving elegantly. “You must be Daisy.”