Arrogant CEO loves me!

Chapter 3-Accidentally meeting you

Dana had just braked her BMW R1,250 RS motorcycle when suddenly a car backed up in the parking lot. Luckily, her brakes were strong, and she was moving slowly; otherwise, she might have collided with the vehicle.

The car didn't even signal that it was backing up; it could have at least turned on its hazard lights. What if she hadn't been aware and wasn't a safe driver? She could have met Saint Peter right away.

She was in a hurry because she received a call from her grandmother saying her grandfather was awake and looking for her. So she hurriedly went to the hospital to find parking.

The elderly driver of the car came out with a frown, ready to scold her. However, upon noticing that she might be a woman because of her attire—a red skinny jeans and a blouse barely covered by a polo shirt, revealing a bit of her fair cleavage—he softened.

"Miss, next time be careful. What if something bad happened to you? We could have hit you. Didn't you see that I was backing up? Besides, as a woman, you shouldn't be riding a motorcycle; it's dangerous for a lady," Dana lifted the visor of her helmet. She appreciated his concern, noting his appearance as a driver because of his blue polo shirt.

"Sir, I'm sorry I didn't notice right away, but if you had used your signal lights, this wouldn't have happened," Dana replied, about to remove her helmet when suddenly Dylan Lagdameo emerged from the backseat with a scowl.

"Leave her! Arman, let's go, I'm in a hurry. Don't waste my time for some stupid woman," Dylan said. Dana's mouth fell open in shock at what he called her.

"Me? The stupid one?! You're the stupid one who didn't turn on the hazard lights before backing up," Dana pointed to the back of their car. Dylan glanced back, then glared at the driver, who scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Do you want compensation?" Dylan started to say, but he stopped mid-sentence as a familiar scent reached his nostrils. He quickly approached the woman, sure that the smell originated from her.

"Take your helmet off," Dylan ordered, which alarmed Dana.

"Why would I? You're in a hurry, aren't you? So shooo!" Dana waved them off, but she attempted to reverse her motorcycle, especially when she saw the man grinning menacingly.

"You know me, do you? Are you stalking me?"

"Wow, you've got some nerve! You're also full of yourself, aren't you?" Dylan furrowed his brow.

“I’m full of myself?”

“Yes! And an arrogant one! Do I even have to know you?” Dylan smirked, slightly adjusting the collar of her long-sleeved polo shirt.

"Hey, what's your problem? You're so rude!" Dana slapped Dylan's hand away, and his grin widened when he saw the three tattoos resembling falling stars slightly above her chest, confirming to Dylan that this was the woman he had a fling with almost two months ago. She was the only woman he knew whose scent was more like fabric conditioner than perfume. It was weird but funny, and he didn't know why, but he really missed the smell of her skin.

"If I weren't in a hurry, I would love to play along with you, Ms. Mighty bond," Dana scowled.

"I hope to see you again and let me check if the mighty bond you used worked... If not, it's better because I think I won't have a hard time next time," he winked before turning away. Dana was left speechless at Dylan's words.

"Oh my God, he recognized me," Dana muttered to herself as she watched Dylan's retreating car. She suddenly straightened her clothes and looked at her tattoo.

"Sh*t," Dana cursed as she realized why he had glanced at her clothes earlier. She remembered her tattoo. She hadn't taken off her helmet because she was afraid he might recognize her, but damn her tattoo. His eyesight was sharp, which was why the guy approached her earlier.

"Dana," Dana turned when she heard Ode's voice from a distance, waving at her.

They'll get checked up first before going to her grandparents to confirm if she's pregnant. Her monthly period was supposed to come last week, but she waited all night, and it didn't come, so she and Ode decided to get checked up before going to her grandparents' VIP room. She was sure her family was there, so she would go later. Lagdameo Servantes owned that private hospital, so she couldn't be seen by other people there. That's why she could only visit her grandfather tonight when her family was gone.

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"Hello, Arthur!"

"Dylan, my friend, what bad wind blew you to call me?" Arthur greeted on the other line, chuckling.

"Do you have any idea or can you find out who owns a Black and Red BMW R1250 RS?"

"You didn't get the plate number?"

"I forgot."

"Well, not all men here in the Texas own a motorcycle—"

"She's a woman."

"Huh? A woman owns a BMW Motorbike... wow, she must be hot for you to have me look her up."

"Just answer me, okay? Can you do it or not?"

"Give me 30 minutes, I'll call you back. I just need to call a dealer."

"Okay," Dylan said before ending the call. He didn't intend to find out who the woman he had a fling with was, nor was he interested because she also left a letter for him.

"Leukemia Girl," Dylan muttered softly. If she really had leukemia, why was she still strong enough to ride a big bike? Shouldn't she just be resting and recuperating? But from her appearance earlier, she didn't seem sick at all. Maybe that girl was just fooling him, perhaps to make him curious and think about her. Well, her tactics succeeded because after that night, she didn't leave his mind. So when they met earlier, he was sure it wasn't a coincidence. She really knew him and deliberately arranged everything so she wouldn't remove her helmet, keeping an air of mystery. Her behavior was quite unusual. First, it was the scent of fabric conditioner that stuck in his mind. Then, the mighty bond she mentioned, and her code name, Leukemia Girl. Who wouldn't remember a girl like that?

He was at the entrance of his building when his phone rang. It was Arthur, seemingly faster than he expected. Well, a high-end expensive motorbike was being driven by a woman, and he was certain that only a few owned such a unit in Texas.

"Dana Servantes, 21 years old. She lives in Houston. She owns the 27th storey condominium building. I will send you the exact address if you want," Arthur informed him.

"Do it, thank you," Dylan replied before ending the call again and turning to Arman.

"Call Felix, tell him I want him in my office asap," Dylan ordered.

"Dana Servantes? How is she related to Celine…" he asked himself. He wanted to call his fiancée, but he hesitated, so he decided he'd be the one to find out about Dana first.

"Yes, sir."

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Unwanted child, a child hidden by the Servantes family... That's Dana Servantes, according to the information Felix obtained.

"And she does have leukemia, sir, stage 4," Felix added, placing a folder on his desk. Within just 24 hours, Felix managed to gather all the information Dylan requested about the woman.

He couldn't believe she was only 21; her body didn't look like that of a 21-year-old—it was too beautifully sculpted. For Christ's sake, her sister was his fiancée. Although he didn't really have a relationship with Celine, he agreed to marry her because they were a big help in the ongoing construction of the large amusement park. They didn't have an exact date for his marriage to Celine yet, but they would discuss it soon. Their marriage was just for mutual benefit; he needed her because of her father's mayoral run, which, if he won, would be a huge help to him. They owned almost half of the land where the amusement park was being built, and the marriage was the price for them to sell the land to him, which he readily agreed to.

The growth of their family's empire was more important to him than matrimony. All the members of their clan had arranged marriages, but there hadn't been any problems. He was an only child and the sole heir, but he had many relatives who were also members of the Lagdameo empire, so they were all just extensions of him.

Not a single one dared to vie for his position and power as chairman of the board at the age of 32, not even their relatives who were greedy for wealth and power. They feared being thrown into the swamp, just like his two cousins and his paternal uncle, whom he himself had imprisoned after discovering that they were embezzling from the companies owned by the family under the Sky Castle Empire, of which he was the chairman of the board. His father was still young at 72; he was still strong, but Dylan had insisted on retiring him. He just wanted his parents to experience happiness and go on world tours without any worries.

"She's the daughter of Mr. Damina Servantes with his father’s former secretary.” Felix explained.

"Does her family know about her illness?" Felix shook his head.

"Only she and her friend Odette Sebastian know," Dylan nodded, taking the folder and examining the files he obtained about the girl.

"Odette Sebastian? Manolo Sebastian's daughter?" Dylan asked in surprise. Manolo Sebastian was one of their many relatives, and he had met Odette Sebastian once before.

Suddenly, he felt a pang of pity for her. She was sick, and she was fighting alone because she had no family to support her, being an unwanted child born out of wedlock. That's why he had never seen her at events in the Servantes mansion.

She knew she might die anytime soon, which is probably why she decided to engage in sudden s****l encounters. He couldn't help but smile faintly as he remembered the note she left him, saying she didn't want to die a virgin and become a virgin ghost.

No wonder she spoke and acted the way she did; she was still a child, something he hadn't noticed before because her body was already so mature.

Dylan furrowed his brow as he saw a file.

"Online schooling? She doesn't attend school," he said, looking at Felix.

"I'm not sure about that, sir. I'm not sure if it's important, but I found some information that's quite puzzling," Felix replied.

"What is it?" Felix scratched his head slightly.

"She goes out every night. Clubbing and bar hopping. She knows she's not supposed to stay up late, but she never fails to go to the bars. There's one club she frequents that's a bit weird because it seems to cater to gay clientele only," Dylan said, frowning.

"What's weird about it? Usually, in gay bars, it's just men and women who are allowed as customers," Dylan asked.

"Yes, sir, but there are also gay men and older women. There's an age limit for entry, according to my source," Felix explained.

"And?" Dylan asked curiously.

"They say Ms. Dana Servantes is allowed to enter without any guards stopping her," Felix continued.

"Isn't she the owner of the club?"

"No, sir, they're not related."

"Can't you find out?" Dylan inquired.

"Negative, sir," Felix answered.

Dylan started thinking, what could a 21-year-old woman with leukemia be doing in a gay bar? It was impossible that she was fooling around with paid men there.

He wanted to get angry at the thought, but really, he had no business caring if she wanted to have s*x with any man. It was her body that would suffer, not his. Still, it was irritating to think that she might be that kind of woman.

"Alright, Felix, thank you for the information. I'll take it from here," he pointed to the folder. Felix quickly excused himself.

Dylan couldn't believe it as he sat in a corner of the bar. He had been waiting there for Dana to arrive. He couldn't believe he had thrown away a thousand dollar just to be let into the bar secretly by the management.

Dylan raised an eyebrow slightly and straightened up as she finally arrived. He blinked slightly as he watched her. She was wearing a leather overall suit that hugged her beautiful figure. Her hair was tied up in a bun, not a single strand out of place, and her heart-shaped face was heavily made up. Who would really think she was just 21 from her appearance alone? She entered a door marked "restricted area." He called the waiter assigned to him by the club owner to assist him with his needs.

"What's behind that door?" he pointed to where Dana entered.

"Oh, sir, I'm not sure, but it was assigned to me to clean before. There's nothing unusual."

"What's inside?"

"Computer, laptop, lots of books, like medical books," Dylan furrowed his brow.

"Do you know the woman who went in there?"

"No, sir, and we're not allowed to ask about her. It's a strict rule from management."

"But is she here every day?"

"No, sir, only Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,"

Dylan nodded.

Medicine books... Why would there be medicine books in a gay club, especially when there's a woman with leukemia there? It's possible that Dana was doing online schooling there.

Dylan waited for almost two hours before Dana emerged from the door. She looked tired, massaging her neck as she exited the club, navigating through the crowded space. Dylan discreetly followed her. It was the first time in his life that he had ever followed a woman.