Dean's POV:

Damn I shouldn't have got that wasted last night, knowing I'll be in a meeting with my dad in less than two hours. Groaning I 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.

"Get back in that car and fucking move", I tell her with my full authority voice, letting her know I am not putting up with this.

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 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, 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 desperate. If she wasn't such a good secretary I'd 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 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?

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 recovers very fast as she speaks up with a tiny smirk. "Hey there again."

"You have already met?", my dad asks.

"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 too young to be a creative director though.

"Rich daddy or slept your way up?", I address to her as soon as my dad is occupied.

"Excuse me, you cunt said what?", did she just dare to call me a cunt?

"Listen to me bitch, I don't care how the hell you got the job, whether you slept with my father", gross I hope she didn't, "someone else from the headboard or your super daddy paid a great fund to get you into this business, if you don't do your work decently I will fire you personally."

I see she is about to fire back and for some fucked up reason I would even like to know what she would respond, as her eyes to my fascination don't seem scared in any kind of way, they kind of look like they are burning. But my dad turns to us before she can speak up.

"Sorry I actually forgot to introduce you decently or have you done this in the meantime?"

Her face gets a sweet innocent look about her, while she stretches out her hand to me.

"Hi, I'm Kiara Summers and as you have caught on your new creative director. Pleased to meet you." Oh she likes to play, she can have that.

"Hi my name is Dean Arlington and I'm your boss as you may have already caught on." I put on my fakest smile and shake her hand.

One thing I have learned as a hard business partner, how to use my natural authority aura, which intimidates people to jump when I expect them to do so except for this woman. And how to fake smiles when needed. Both grant my success.

The meeting is mostly the dead boring usual thing. Once it's my turn I explain how I am intending to invest in a new technology. As the ecology and sustainability has become a more and more important subject to a lot of people worldwide. And the awareness for it's importancy rising, people are prepared to invest more money into these products.

I have found a small company here in England engineering on a new type of battery, which lasts about five times as long as all the batteries which are on the market at the moment and don't need any lithium. To top it off it's full recycable and doesn't need any rare materials destroying our planet more. So it's saving our planet in two ways.

"So you do give a damn about some things", Kiara chuckles once the meeting is over.

"Just because I don't give a fuck about you, doesn't mean I don't give a fuck about our planet. Besides it's a good business and I'm always for a good business deal, that's how I make my money." Which is only half lied, I don't really give a fuck about the money, I have more than enough to last for the next ten generations, granted I wanted any next generation.

"Sure surprises me a spoiled brat like you even works", she nearly spits out.

Yeah, perhaps she was trying to sound polite with her first sentence and I could have been a little less harsh, but I'm known to be harsh and this woman needs to be put into her place. Again I feel like seething as she doesn't seem to budge one little bit. When my dad asks her to stay on for a one on one talk, I take my chance to escape.

I need to get away from this woman who is about to get my full rage. Rushing through the building I'm wondering how to calm myself down. The fucking gym we have here is being renovated, but I need somekind of vent right now.

Trish comes walking over to me, her hips fully swaying again. The only really attractive thing about her, decent hips and the ass is ok too. Fuck my dad's and my own rules about ever having it off with someone again at work. I know the last time ended bad, but that was something different.

"Trish, my office now", I demand before I am able to think twice about it. She's been asking for it so long anyway and what happend was kind of her fault too, so suck it.

As soon as we enter the office I close the blindfolds. Trish's eyes light up with surprise and excitement. My hands land on her hips guiding her to my desk.

"I've been waiting for this a long time", she whispers while reaching for my belt. Well I haven't but your needy ass will have to do for now, thank god she can't hear my thoughts.

Pushing her skirt up I'm not surprised she isn't wearing any underware, she's a needy little slut. For a fact I know of at least eight guys just working for me, she's had it off with during working hours. Seems like I pay her more to be a whore than for the work she should be doing but seldom does. For a moment I did want to fuck her, but this seems like a little put off for me right now. Who knows whom else she might fuck today.

Before she can even start kissing me, I speak up. "I don't have any condoms here, any suggestions?"

Sure as fuck I am not fucking her without a condom, whether she's on birth control or not, as I don't intend to catch any std from her. But from the others I know what she gladly does.

"I'll suck you off Dean, it will be my pleasure", sure it will. "Next time you can bring condoms", she suggests.

"This is a one off-thing Trish. But I can make you come without fucking you, if you want", please say no, please say no.

"It's ok Dean, I'll suck you off so well you will want to have the full package the next time", she says falling to her knees while I lean against my desk. Sure Trish, believe what ever you want, as long as you get started.

I must admit she knows what she is doing, it doesn't take her too long to get me hard, seeing as she isn't my type I guess it's not too bad. I close my eyes trying to imagine someone from my past doing this. Just as she takes me 3/4 of the length into her mouth, a light knock at the door appears.

"Come back in ten minutes", I groan out loud in annoyance.

Before I can realize I haven't locked the door, it swings open and a disgusted Kiara is looking straight in my face.

"What about, in ten minutes didn't you get?", I yell loud enough for probably the whole section to hear it through the open door.

Trish is still kneeling in front of me as Kiara starts speaking. "Well too bad, I am here to do my job for which I am being payed and not to watch some live porn. So wrap it up, so we can get to work", her voice is strong and almost a tad bit intimidating.

For the first time in life I seem to be speechless for a few seconds. Once realizing I am still stood here with my pants and boxers down to my ankles, I regain my composure and talk a little quieter than the first time.

"Could you leave, close the door and come back in five minutes?"

"So you can finish off? No way, besides he doesn't look like he fancies finishing anyway. I've seen you naked now, so don't be shy while dressing up. At least if I'm here I know you will hurry up."

"You fucking serious? This is my office and I am your boss."

"I don't care, I am being well paid to do a job, which I currently can't full fill due to your dick issues. So get your act together, so we can finally get to work."

This woman can't be serious, can she? And dick issues? I'll show you how much dick issues I have.

A/N: Right first chapter is up. It's completely different to my 2 first books and right now I am unsure whether to like it or not. So I need your help badly, please tell me what you think. Is it a story to keep up writing?

These two are definitely two very strong characters and no one is prepared to back down. Together they are like a vulcano ready to erupt at any second. I hope you have got a first impression of their characters and attitudes.

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