Chapter 30

**Daisy's POV**

We stay under the tree for a few more hours. The topic of our conversation later shifted to lighter ones and I can't help but fall deeper for him as I got to know him more with me cuddled into him.

This thing going on with Hunter and I didn't have a definition and I had no intention of asking or trying to define it because I'm scared of the answer that reality will bring crashing upon me.

He dropped me off at home after school hours and promised to pick me up seven 'o' clock in the evening for the ball.

The ball where our engagement will be announced.

He then pecks me on the lips making my heart flutter in happiness and contentment. I float happily around the house and I hop into the shower. It's never too early to start preparing.

Woah Daisy, Bipolar much? Just yesterday, I wasn't so thrilled about this engagement and now, I was practically flying in giddiness all because of a boy with blonde hair, hazel eyes and a one-cheek dimple.

What changed?

When I come out of the shower, I see two boxes placed on my bed and curiosity wins over so I open it even though I already have an idea of what is inside. As expected, the boxes contained my outfit for tonight and my jaw drops in awe at the magnificence of the dress.

It was perfect!



What will Hunter think of this dress?

I fumble around with my make up for a while and then clean up the mess I made. When I check the time on my phone, I see that it's 6:50 in the evening and I put on the dress. I glance in the mirror and I smile to calm my nerves.

This is not a date. Well technically, I'm his date but this was no normal date. Then why the hell was I freaking out? It's just Hunter. As I say his name in my head, my heart skips more than a beat.

The sound of the doorbell reverberates throughout the house and I breathe in deeply before grabbing my clutch and moving. outside my room.

I walk down the stairs cautiously because of my heels. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I hear voices in the living room and I move in the direction. When I get there, my eyes search for Hunter and I find him immediately. He was in a black tuxedo and I sigh at how my body was tingling because of him. He turns around as if he senses me and his eyes widen in shock before he looks me up and down and then finally moves his intense gaze back to my face.

I knew I looked good but the way he was staring at me made me question that idea. I wait for a compliment that never came.

Is he disappointed?

Do I look that horrible?

He clenches his fist as I approach him with my ego at it's all time low. Why do I allow him to do this to me?

I avoid his eyes as he maintains his silence. I blame myself internally for expecting a situation out of a romance novel where he would be star-struck by me.

After all the pleasantries, Hunter and I both leave and my father and nanny said they'd come soon after.

When he opens the passenger door of his sleek car for me, I slide in still avoiding his gaze.

Stop behaving this way, he doesn't owe you any compliment.

He climbs in the driver's side and grips the staring wheel hard.

"Daisy..." He drawls.

"Just save it" I snap and he turns to me in surprise as if he doesn't understand what he did wrong.

Boys can be so dumb sometimes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asks gently turning to me and caressing my cheek.

"I'm just peachy. Let's get this ball over with" I say angrily.

I could have just worn a sweat pant and a huge hoodie, it wouldn't have made any difference to him.

Why was I even angry?

It was because I took my time to dress up for him and a simple compliment from him doesn't slip.

I sigh. It's not like It's his fault that he doesn't like me the way I liked him but....

"Common tell me what's got you upset"

I turn to face him and I notice the proximity of his face to mine. His eyes tries to remain focused on mine but fails as his eyes flicker to my red lips every now and then.

He then removes his tux jacket and gives it to me.

"Here, wear this till we reach the destination for the Ball" he says with his teeth gritting.

My anger flares "I get it, you don't have to make it any more obvious" I yell at him angry at him for making me feel like scum and angry at myself for letting him do this to me. I hate this feeling.

"What're you saying Daisy" his voice low as if he was not fully paying attention.

"You don't think the way I look is okay. But you don't have to make me feel like shit because of it" I reply my anger increasing in it's tempo.

An unbelieving look takes over his face before he pulls me by my waist out of my seat to straddle him.

"God Daisy. Where did you get that idea?" He hums, his nose buried in my neck making my stomach tighten in excitement.

"You were staring at me and you have me your jacket to cover up do I thought...." I trail off on a whisper when he starts kissing my neck.

He chuckles and pleasant goosebumps break out all over my body.

"Daisy, you look so fucking gorgeous right now that all I want to do now is kiss you senseless and strip that dress that's driving me out of my mind off your body" he growls into my neck before lifting his face and resting his forehead on mine.

"And I gave you my jacket because I didn't think I could control myself with all that skin on display...." He trails off as he places kisses on the said skin and I moan at the pleasurable administration of his mouth.

"But with you, all my plans always go down the drain" he completes staring at my mouth. My gaze travels to his lips and my throat becomes dry.

"What do you mean by tha...." I breathe before he cuts me off by crashing his lips to mine.

I don't hesitate to kiss him back as my hand move into his soft hair and I push closer to him more than possible. He grabs me tighter and moves his kisses down my jaw to my neck and then nearing the plunging neckline of my dress before I bring his head back up and I kiss him harder. It's like I can't help myself around him. I unconsciously ground down on him and he groans gutturally.

The kiss suddenly becomes frantic as my desire for him increase and he caresses my body like he couldn't help it anymore. I gasp and he pushes his tongue in my mouth before delving his finger into my hair definitely messing it up.

I intentionally ground on his pelvis which had a significant bulge trying expressing my need for him and he breaks the kiss then stares at me with hooded eyes.

"We better stop this if we want to make it to the Ball with your dress still intact" he groans out even though his eyes say the opposite.

"No" I breathe out and then kiss him again and he doesn't resist my kiss. His hands move to my thighs that were exposed through the slit of my dress and I moan loudly as his hands keeps moving upward.

Where is this strange part of me coming from?

A knock on the car window makes us break apart and my eyes widen in shock when I realize how I just behaved.

I turn my face to see the person who knocked on the window and I wish the floor would swallow me alive.

Shit! I'm screwed.