Daisy Dyer's POV
I was putting my boxes onto the table that will be my station for the next 3 months. It has been a long time since I was on the field. This will be a good time to forget the past and moved on from the future.
I smiled as I was looking at the other researchers of climate change before I heard some commotion in the other room. I turned to look at one of my colleagues.
"What's going on there?" I said as I was setting up my table. I don't think the weather will be bad for us to take a sample here.
"I don't know but something about a guy that researches in aerospace was trying to get into this station as well. He said that he wanted to take a sample of the asteroid that he believed to be here from a scientific journal. Our supervisor was trying to say no to him," she said as I was shaking my head.
I think that guy was nuts to pass through Christ Yang at this moment.
I was putting some stuff before I was looking at the box that was settled on my table as well.
"Excuse me but this table was taken," I said before I turned to look at the person who was standing there. I gasped as I did not think to see him here.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed at him as he smirked before he was leaning closer to me.
"I am here to do some research, Ms. Dyer. Why would you think otherwise?" He said as he was pulling out some of the equipment.
"Hey, this is my table and—"
"Ah, I'm sorry to tell you, Daisy, but from today onward, you will be working with Mr. Windell here. He has some letters that backed him up to be here, even though I told him no because we don't have enough space. But it seems that he knows you so I hope you don't mind working with Mr. Dylan Windell here. He stated that you're from the same university," Chris said as I was smiling at him.
"Sure, no problem," I said before Chris went away and I turned to look at Windell again.
"Seriously, I don't by that shit for one bit. So, why don't you tell me the truth, Dylan?" I said bitterly as I was glaring at him. He smirked before he leaned closer and he whispered to me in that husky voice of his.
"We had shared a bed and I was your first lover. I think I wanted to keep that title to myself,"
"Is that what you're doing here? You're insane," I hissed at him. He chuckled as he was looking into my eyes as his stormy grey darkened.
"Be careful, Daisy, or you might get caught in the storm where only I can save you," he warned me before he smirked.
"We should set up our equipment if we don't want to be late for dinner," he said as he was pulling out his equipment. Why was he being so difficult? And why was my Fate has to tangle with him?
Why do I have the misfortune of knowing Dylan Windell and lost in our passion that night?