Dean's POV:
Damn I shouldn't have gotten that wasted last night, knowing I'll be in a meeting with my dad in less than two hours.Groaning, I turn to switch my alarm clock off and drag myself underneath the shower. Usually, I don't mind getting up early in the morning, but I guess I had a few too many glasses of whiskey last night. If it hadn't been for my best mate Tyler's 25th birthday, I would have kept myself under control.Well be it, now I need to get through the day with a pounding head, which will probably double up as soon as I get into that meeting with my dad, fuck. Trust my friends to make sure I lose control for once, telling me to ease up. That's what I get from it.Not to mess up my pants and white button up shirt, I decide to have breakfast before getting dressed. Knowing I've screwed my training plan a bit this week with the burgers and and drinks last night, I decide to choose a decent nutrition this morning a bowl of porridge, with mixed fruit and some nuts. After work I'm definitely going to hit the gym tonight.Sipping down my coffee, my phone vibrates in front of me. Without even looking I know it's my dad or my secretary.Dad: Don't forget the meeting it's important! And don't be late!Since when have I ever missed a meeting or been too late? I have no idea why he even reminds me of this shit. I've been leading half of that god damn company for nearly two years now. Before he gives me a call I quickly decide to respond, don't need to hear his voice at 6:30 in the morning.Me: I'll be there as always!I grew up in this company, even during highschool I was already working into my position. As soon as I left college my name was signed up on the company and I was already working out my own new branches. Even if my dad and I share the same building, it's more like cooperating than leading one company. He has his sections and I have mine, which I mostly even emerged myself.I hurry up to get into my grey dress pants, white button up shirt and dark red tie. As I know my tatts show off a little under the white shirt I add my tailored slim fitted matching jacket, to cover it up. My dad wouldn't appreciate them showing during a meeting with the whole headboard even if those suckers work under me.Shortly, I wonder about taking another coffee for during my ride to work, but no way am I risking spilling some coffee in my Porsche. Threading through the traffic of London is terrible, and with my head already being at edge, it's not exactly helping, and I'm not known to be the most patient person.I bib my horn full of anger as a fucking red Mustang cuts my line to thread in in front of me, causing me to get the next red traffic lights. Even if I still have plenty of time left, people like that piss me off.Entering my park deck at our main tower, I can't believe my eyes. That fucking red Mustang has just entered my parking lot. Not cutting off the engine, I tear my door open and walk in a fast pace over to the idiot who has just taken my parking lot. The door opens, and to my surprise, the idiot is a young woman who is about to step out of the car."Hey bad enough you don't know how to drive your car decently, but this is my fucking parking lot, so move." My voice is stern and definitely letting her know how pissed off I am right now.Her head bops up, and for a short second, I can see a confused look on her face until her eyes dart over to my car.She straightens her back as she stands in front of me. My eyes automatically start scanning her body, but her oversized coat gives nothing away. Nothing that would distract me from her stealing my parking lot anyway."Get back into that car and fucking move." I tell her with my full authority lacing my voice, letting her know I am not putting up with this shit.Her face turns into a cocky smirk as she answers. "Hey, first of all I didn't see any sign up, on this parking lot, saying that it belongs to someone. And secondly look who's talking about driving decently. You drive a fucking Porsche, don't drive it like an old grannys car. That poor thing needs to be treated right. I knew exactly what I was doing. Or do you see any damage on any of our cars?"Did she just say I'm driving like an old granny? She can't have seriously just said that."There's no damage because I slammed the breaks and know how to drive. And there doesn't have to be a fucking sign on that parking lot, as everyone here knows who I am and that it's mine."I can't believe I am arguing with this obviously spoiled brat over a parking lot. Daddy probably bought her the car for her birthday or something, and she is used to getting whatever she wants with bashing her eyelashes. Not with me."Well as long as there's no sign up, I don't fucking care. There's a parking lot free only three cars further guess your smart spoiled ass can take those ten steps further."While my blood is boiling at the audicity of this bitch, she simply turns around to walk away. No way! I grab hold of her wrist my voice rising."Do you have any idea, who the hell you are talking to?"She doesn't seem fazed at all, instead she swats my hands off, walks on and only turns her head to me while gritting out. "I don't care who the fuck you are, but touch me once more and you'll get to know me. And now I have work waiting for me."With that she walks away and leaves me panting and seething in anger behind, watching her long ginger coloured ponytail swaying from side to side. Who the hell does she think she is? No one has ever dared to speak up to me like that. Getting back into the car, I can't believe I am retrieving my car and taking it to the free parking lot she refered to.It's not like it hurt me to walk these ten extra steps. No it's the fact that she took mine and had the audicity to stay put even after I demanded for her to move is what's making me really angry.Knowing my temper isn't exactly the best, I decide to drop by the coffee machine first before heading to my office to pick up my notebook and all the needed papers for the meeting. As always, Gina is already waiting in front of it, making googly eyes. She seems so damn desperate. If she wasn't such a good secretary, I would have fired her a long time ago."You prepared for the meeting, Mr Arlington?" She asks me in her high-pitched voice, giving me even more headache."If my dad hasn't changed everything last minute again, then I should be just fine. Just hand me some aspirin, please. Oh, and Gina, please stop with this Mr Arlington shit, I am not my dad. How often do I need to repeat it to you?""I'm sorry, Dean, it's just you are... you know..." God, can she please shut up. I cut her stuttering off, and I am nearly sure I saw her almost drooling while saying my name."It's fine Gina, just get me that aspirin."While waiting for her, I see Trish walking down the hall, swaying her hips as soon as she notices me. "Good morning, Dean." She nearly whispers while passing me. Which I know is supposed to sound seductive. She's been trying it ever since I started here. As simple answer I nod and add a "Trish", if I said anymore to her, it would be impossible to get her off my back, and that's the last thing I need before the meeting.Gina finally hands me two aspirin and a glass of water. Picking up my needed stuff again, I head across the building to our meeting room. Even with being fifteen minutes early, the room is already well filled.What catches my eye in an instant is the person sitting next to my dad with the back to me, with the long ginger hair tied back neatly into a ponytail. What the hell is she doing here?Dean's POV:As soon as my dad notices me, he waves me over. "Hey Dean, come here. I would like to introduce you to our new creative director," his voice sounds all excited. She stands up immediately and turns my direction. For a second, her face drops, but it recovers very fast as she speaks up with a tiny smirk. "Hey there again.""You have already met?" My dad asks, curious."Sort of." I grit out and add mumbling "You must be fucking kidding me." Letting it sink in for a moment I turn to my dad, "I thought the new creative director was going to be a man." That's what he last told me anway and I was more than happy having to work together with a male instead of all these hormonal women constantly forgetting what they are supposed to do as soon as I enter the room.I shouldn't have let him choose, while I was on a business trip in Dubai. Fuck! Now I am stuck with this bitch. At least I guess this one will be able to keep her mind set, as she doesn't seem fazed by me at all. She looks
Dean's POV:True to her words, she doesn't move, nor even have the decency to look away. While I pull my pants up, still not quite believing what is happening right now, Trish gets back up from the floor and smoothes her skirt down."You might want to look for your underwear, I don't fancy tripping over it while working in here," Kiara addresses to Trish while she is about to leave the office."I wasn't wearing any you tight up bitch. Because unlike you, I like having my fun," Trish answers obviously pissed off for her first and only chance in years to be destroyed this way. "Haven't you got better things to do, than being a cockblocker?""Rather a bitch than a whore, who obviously is being paid for the wrong things in this company." My god this girl is feisty. Even if she annoys me as fuck, I nearly burst out laughing at her remark as it resembles my own thoughts. She seems to come without any filter at all. "Oh and by the way I don't mind being a cockblocker, as I am here to do my j
"Is there a reason you had to step into the same elevator that I am in? I'm sure one later would have done just fine, especially seeing as this one is going to the park deck." Her eyes close, and she pinches the bridge of her nose. "This was a fucking waste of time." I hear her mumble quietly underneath her breath, probably didn't think I was catching on.Why did I run after her? I've never done this before, and for sure, I have never done what I am about to do now. After clearing my throat, I look at her and start speaking. "You have one day to prove to me you are worth having this job before I fire you." "Excuse me, you can't fire me. If you haven't caught on, I just quit." She laughs out loud. She definitely has an awesome laugh, even if it's at my cost right now."Fine, well then I've just hired you again," which only makes her laugh even harder."You do know I would have to accept being hired. Why the hell should I do that right after quitting? I gave you the choice in your offi
Dean's POV:Silence falls between us again. Kiara stands up from her chair, and I nearly expect her to leave the room again. Instead, she grabs hold of our empty boxes and throws them in the trash. Perhaps with a little force behind it as I hear the loud thud, as soon as the boxes hit the bottom of the trash can.After that, she walks back to the desk and starts working again without saying a single word. Running my hands frustrated through my hair, I pick up the card she tossed back at me from the floor and silently lay it next to her right hand on my desk."I don't need it," she says without even looking up at me once."Take it, I have a few more in my drawer. And even if it's far out of my way, I apologize for tossing it like that at you. Perhaps it wasn't the politest way," I sigh.Surprised, she looks up at me, and for the first time, I take in her full features of her face. While beforehand at a first glance and not paying much attention to her face, I thought she is maybe avera
Dean's POV:Whithout even knocking at her office door, I storm right into it, slamming the door shut behind me."What the fuck is wrong with you?""I could ask you the same." And I see heat rising to her face."I told you yesterday that parking lot is mine and yet you have the audicity to park there again? Who the hell do you think you are?" My breathing is comming chopped due to the amount of anger I am feeling right now."And I told you yesterday, as long as there is no sign up there I don't give a fuck. You want your own parking lot? Then do something about it, put a damn sign up until then it's who comes first gets it."She stands up, giving me a death glare, moves around the desk and starts shoving my chest, wanting to push me direction door. I can only laugh at her attempt. She's only something like maybe 5'6 or 5'7 feet and petite. While I am 6'4 feet and probably have three times as broad shoulders than she has, I don't budge a single step, no matter how hard she tries.Instea
Kiara's POV:Staring at my monitor, I can't help but smirk. Yes, Sir.... Your obeying Ms Summers. I don't know what the hell has gotten into me, but I can feel a slight heat rising from my body.For a moment, a part of me did hope he was going to barge into this office again today. Although it's probably for the best he didn't, this is my god damn work, and I am sure not one of these girls to jump her boss's neck. I work damn hard to achieve what I want. Being the best on whatever I do is what drives me. The second best isn't good enough for me. This is my only way out of the shit hole of my life.Besides, I was kinda taught to be the best. Anything else wasn't worth anything. Not in my world.This Trish might not care about her reputation, but I do. Gosh, it's only my third day here, and I've seen her with three different guys, and it was very obvious what they were up to. Right now I can even hear her fucking around with the guy in the office next to me, causing me to cringe at the
Kiara's POV:"I thought you wrote you are obeying me." The words leave his lips in a very deep, huskily, and hot voice.Damn I knew it was a dumb idea to write that. Instead of letting him know I already regret writing those words in the first place, I bob my head up in a cocky manner and retort. "That only obliges to my work, to nothing else. And I don't see what my eating has to do with my work.""Dammit, you drive me fucking insane. Why can't you simply do what I want you to do?""Because...," my words get stuck in my throat as Dean moves closer, breathing heavier and heavier. I'm caught between him and the wall, which is even intenser than the desk yesterday."Because?" He questions in a slightly husky voice.All the words in my mind have disappeared into nothing. He moves even closer, his head dips down lower and his mouth right next to my ear. I can hear and feel his heavy breathing, sending sweet sensations through my body. After a few seconds, he whispers in my ear? "I'm still
Dean's POV: Entering the park deck, I see my parking lot free for a change. For a second, I feel a little triumphant to have beaten her to be here first until I see her Mustang parking in a different parking lot a few feet further away.That's all I wanted all week. She had me going insane with annoying the shit out of me because of a damn parking lot. So why do I feel disappointed about this right now? Is she finally listening and realizing who the boss is? What frightens me a little is the thought it might have to do with last night. Did I push her too much? This wouldn't be my normal behaviour, but with her, everything is different. She pushes me so much, and the more she fights against me, the more I want to make her do what I want.I've always been a control freak for sure, and things have to be done my way. And until now, there has never been an issue with it. People would do what I tell them and expect them to do. Kiara doesn't, not one single time. Admitted, yes, when it com