Matthew knew what he needed to do, so he went to see Daisy. And because she was a workaholic like he was, it was easy to find her.

"You left without telling me," he confronted her angrily.

"I had an early meeting," she replied as she checked the paper in her hand.

Matthew was incensed that Daisy was handling the situation much better than he was. "Aren\'t we going to talk about what happened last night?"

"We\'re both adults, and we both consented to what happened last night, so what is there to talk about?" she answered nonchalantly.

"Marry me," he blurted out, wanting to do the right thing.

Daisy raised an eyebrow, "Is this some kind of joke?"

"We slept together," he ground out his teeth, "I need to be responsible for you." He knew that last night was her first time, and being old-fashioned he knew he must protect her virtue at all costs.

"What era do you live in? If people went on marrying everybody they slept with, they would be in trouble," she chuckled.

"You might be carrying my child," he argued. In his haste to have her, he had not used any protection. He believed that the chances of getting pregnant are higher when the woman was a virgin.

"Not everybody gets pregnant on their first try," she said as she rolled her eyes.

"But what if you are with child?" he was not convinced by what she said. It was the main reason he never did it with Jane, he was scared to get her pregnant before they were ready to start a family.

"Then once the baby is born I will send it to you," she said with annoyance.

"Didn\'t you say you loved me? Now it\'s my turn to ask you to marry me, why are you being difficult?" he asked.

"Answer me this Matthew. Do you love me?" she stared into his eyes, challenging him for the truth.

"I…," he faltered because he knew that this feeling did not exist between them.

"I like you, but that doesn\'t mean I\'m willing to be with you when you don\'t feel the same way. I am not that desperate," she replied sternly.

Matthew couldn\'t do anything to convince her, so he left dejected.

Daisy knew from the beginning that there was nothing special about his ex-girlfriend, and she was not worthy to be the future Mrs. Santoris, so when she cheated on Matthew, Daisy got her chance. The only problem now was Matthew because he seemed to be hung up on his ex.

Last night she knew he was drunk, but she still chose to sleep with him because she wanted him. But she did not anticipate that he would feel responsible for what happened. She did not want him to be with her just because of duty.

If they were going to start a relationship, she wanted it to be because of the right reasons. Forcing his hand would eventually put a strain on their relationship, leaving her wondering if he really loved her.

Two months have passed, and Matthew had not heard from Daisy if before he complained that he bumped into her a lot, this time around he felt agitated whenever she was not in any of the parties or business functions they frequented.

Whenever he was by himself all he could think about was Daisy and that special night they had together. And because she wouldn\'t give him the time of day, he instructed his assistant to give him regular updates about her activities. From her schedule, he could see that she had no problem putting the past behind her. She would work all day and party with her friends at night, it seemed to him that she was definitely enjoying her life without him, and he felt miserable about that.

An invitation arrived at Matthew\'s office for a wedding, and the minute he found out who it was from, he lost all reason and flew down to meet her. He found Daisy inside a bridal shop, looking for a dress.

"Matthew, what are you doing here?" she tried to mask the elation from her voice.

He ignored her question. "Is the wedding date finalized?"

"Yes, I think by now you\'ve received the invitation. I\'d say that\'s final," she replied.

Matthew was fuming, he came to question her about the invitation he received.

"Does your fiancé know about us? How we shared that passionate night in my hotel room? How you were moaning and squirming beneath me. And how you were calling out my name?" Matthew taunted.

Daisy blushed, remembering all the things they did that night. She smirked, "Are you jealous, Matthew? That perhaps I\'ve found someone better than you?"

His gaze narrowed, and his eyes darkened. Jealous? Of course, he was jealous. Why wouldn\'t he? Imagining another man touching Daisy drove him nuts. Nobody should be touching her beautiful, silky, soft, smooth skin except for him. It will never happen. Nobody can take her away from him. He will find this guy and make him regret laying a hand on her.

"Don\'t marry him, or I will tell him our secret," Matthew ordered.

Daisy shrugged, "Sure."

He was confused as to why she readily agreed to his demand.

"But you need to come to the wedding," she said as she picked out more dresses to try on.

He sneered, he was insulted, but before he could reply, she added,  "As my date."

"What?" Matthew asked, totally confused.

"I will not marry him because he is supposed to marry my older sister. If I go alone, then the elders will start matching me with every eligible bachelor at the party. You have to save me from them," Daisy replied with a smile as she walked toward the fitting room.

She was gone by the time he realized what had happened. His assistant announced the surname of the people having their nuptials, and he assumed that it was Daisy. His lips curled upwards as he relaxed, he\'ll definitely save her from the troublesome elders.