Chapter 3 Have we met before

ROWAN'S POV

"What the hell, Rowan!" The dick face finally let out after staring at me like I've committed the most horrible crime in the world. Moments ago he'd burst into my house without knocking which he always does. You know how best friends fucking come to your house as they own it, right? He bump into Veronica who was leaving while he was walking in.

After gawking at her till she was off sight he then shifted his gaze to me and stared at me for seconds? Minutes? Hours? I don't know, I don't give a fuck. I mean what's so strange with meeting a girl in my house or to be more specific, 'some model

"You know," Arlo began as he finally came to join me at the bar. Fetching a drink for himself.

"I never thought you would do this after what happened with Violet. You both were almost married, you know?" Right! I see what this is about pfff!

Rolling my eyes, I downed the glass of scotch in my hands. "Don't you get tired of flirting with different girls every day?" Call Arlo a hypocrite and he will deliver. If I hadn't known arlo much better I would be falling for the serious facade he had on.

"Look who's asking. There is no difference between us both. You're a player, so am I," I scoffed. I could swear he's here to drag me along with him to some club with a view of fishing. If not, what's arlo doing at my house at 7 pm?

"Matter of fact, Rowan, I make my girls understand that whatever we do is nothing serious. You, on the other hand, went as far as giving Violet the impression that you would marry her. Dude!" I chuckled.

My affair with Violet was nothing serious. I never had anything serious with any girl ever since my experience with that serpent excuse of a woman I once married. I enjoy using ladies for pleasure and trust me, it's a win-win thing.

They give me pleasure, I give them all the fame and money they are all after anyway. "Look, Arlo, Violet was just one of my many girls, and she knew that. She simply wanted to forcefully stick her head in where she doesn't belong," women are stereotyped.

They know I'm not in for some serious shit yet they make it a big deal when it's time to call it quit just so I will be the bad guy. Well, do I give a fuck? "Right!" Arlo nodded, giving me a cunning look as he sips from his scotch.

"Yeah. I gave her fame, man. Our breakup made her write her last song, and look how far it went. She definitely must have forgotten everything that happened. She's gotten the extra fame." "It's her, right?" Arlo suddenly went all serious.

"Who?"

"You very well know who I'm referring to, Rowan." With that look, I quite know what this is all about.

"You still love her, don't you? That's the reason you refused to remarry, right?" This isn't the first time arlo is bringing that up but damn she's my past now.

I mean it's been three fucking years. I hate thinking about her or even discussing her but curse arlo, he really knows how to get on my nerves.

"Could you help me do something arlo?" I stood up from the chair and this time I was standing before the glass widow backing arlo.

"What?"

"Announce me. I need a secretary, ASAP. A male, to be specific. Will you do it for me, please?" He sighed, "Yeah, sure. You did well in changing the topic though" Left for me, having a secretary is the last thing I wanted but situations called.

Earlier today, I'd lost millions of money just because of my refusal to get a secretary. I mean those were six good clients biding one of the artworks in my gallery and as always the highest bidder wins which always accumulates enough money but fuck me I screw up. Would you blame this workaholic?

I've got so engaged with other trivial matters that I completely forgot I had a meeting with them and yeah I have no secretary to keep me posted. Don't get me started with 'why Will the president of horizon art, one of the most prominent companies here in Texas not have a secretary...?

I have my reasons. And trust Mrs madrigal Hugo my beloved grandmother to be a Nag, she'll officially deliver. After nagging me to admit the reason I'd lose those clients, she didn't waste time repeating her usual sermon

"You need a secretary, Rowan! Before another deal comes, you must get a secretary. If You dare to fail me the next time, I'll step you down from the presidency" And with the fire that had emitted from her eyes, I need no one to tell me she meant every word of hers. Honestly, I hate it when people dictate for me. but at the same time, I wouldn't entirely blame her for being that way.

I mean for a woman who's dealt with several disappointments from her daughter, she always expects the best from her grandson. Plus this is a company she's worked so hard to build, I'm just running it

HAZEL'S POV

Fate they say may be cruel most of the time, but somehow it worked in our Favour. I mean a few days ago we were plotting for ways to sneak into that scum bag's life but as fate would have it, the news about Rowan looking to hire another secretary came to light on the internet. Keyword: ANOTHER.

Rowan has had countless numbers of secretaries but no one ever lasted with him.

It's either he fires them or they leave. He treats his staff like garbage, so I heard. Well, his disgusting attitude stinks around him like perfume.

"Wow even on corporate suits you still look smoking hot." Violet bubbled, as she was standing behind me while I was standing before my pink designer mirror. "That is the plan isn't it?" I giggled.

I was coated in a black suit, a short skirt stopping just at my mid-thigh. My hair was styled in curls falling just below my back and my makeover was a bit extreme.

Satisfied with my outfit, a smile flickered across my face. Today marks the start of my mission. I just got the secretary post of Rowan.

I and violet had taken advantage of the news about the post of secretary. I mean it's the nearest way to get closer to him and luckily for us. Mother and Mrs madrigal, Rowan's grandmother are quite close.

So We had to coax mother into talking to Mrs. Madrigal to help me get the post quickly. It was nearly an impossible request though. . I mean After what Rowan did to Violet, and after seeing the toxic relationships he had with his previous secretaries, she refused me ever work with him. But aside from being a talented singer, violet can be a sweet talker.

I don't know what mum told Mrs madrigal but here am I, all dressed up to start my role as a secretary for Rowan. This is it, Rowan, you think you can play with my sister's heart and get away with it? well, you better watch what's coming for you cause I'm about to beat you in the same game you are best at, and trust me the Aftermath of it will ruin you for life.

ROWAN'S POV

Dragging mouse here and there, eyes glued on my laptop screen as if my life depended on it, I was analyzing the craft works of some potential artists. I'd set my mind to hire more talented artists for the gallery and I've been working for it hook, line and sinker.

A knock on my door brought me to a halt and snapping my head up, I permitted the person to come in.

Opening the door, behold a strange yet beautiful lady stood right at the door.

She had an unsettling expression at first but before I could comprehend what it was, she had replaced it with a dazzling smile. Not just any smile, it was as if myriads of angels were radiating before me. Though it was the most difficult thing I've done in years, I still manage to withdraw my eyes from hers but it happens to visit the wrong locations because my stubborn dick sprung up at the acknowledgment of the heavenly body stationed before me, her creator most her taken his time to sculpture this divine goddess.

She was perfect in every regard, she have curves in the right places and that skimpy skirt she has on wasn't playing a helping hand for me, her boobs were poking out of the tight suit jacket she was wearing staring right at my face as if daring me to do wonders with them in my palms.

Hell, Inwardly I was losing the control panel, but being the touch Rowan that I am my gaze returned to her face. I expected to meet the sultry face of a slut but what I saw was the face of an innocent damsel. I could care less about what she was wearing because the moment my eyes met her silver eyes, there was this strange spell she possess that drew me in. That particular eye color is rare but there's this unnerving feeling insisting that I've met those eyes before.

I've flaunted with a lot of women but no one ever got me this fucking entrance so where could we have met before? As if matching my gaze, the bright look she once had, dwindled off.

No matter how she tries to hide it, I could see glints of bewilderment in her eyes. Have we really met before? There's only one way to find out so with that I cleared my throat before asking "Who are you?"

"I'm hazel" her beautiful smile was back on like the dawn of a new day. "And I'm here as your new secretary, sir"