Arrogant CEO loves me!

Chapter 4-Corner!

Dana mounted the motorcycle before putting on her helmet and gloves. She massaged her temples and shook her head slightly, feeling a bit dizzy. Her condo wasn't too far; surely, she could make it home safely.

"Do you really intend to die?" a British voice startled Dana, causing her to turn around quickly. She hurriedly grabbed the helmet she was about to put on, but Dylan stopped her before she could wear it.

"No need to hide your face, Ms. Mighty Bond," Dylan said, causing Dana to gulp and avoid eye contact.

"Give me back my helmet. I need to leave."

"No! You're not riding that damn motorcycle home," Dana raised an eyebrow, briefly glancing at him.

"And who are you to stop me?"

"Who am I? You decide—a brother-in-law or the one who f*cked you," Dylan's words clearly shocked Dana, her eyes widening as she looked at him.

"Now get off that bike, or I'll call your sister," Dana seemed frightened by what he said, slowly getting off the motorcycle.

"You're obedient now. Now give me the keys," Dylan commanded. He noticed Dana rolling her eyes and biting her lip, then Dylan secretly chuckled when Dana approached him to give him the motorcycle keys, but he was surprised when she kissed him on the cheek.

"I give you a kiss, so please don't tell Celine," Dylan wanted to laugh at Dana's action.

She was really the only one who could make him laugh like this. He only asked for the keys, not a kiss.

"I'm asking for the keys to your motorcycle, not the kiss you gave me. How stupid can you get?" Dylan couldn't help but burst into laughter. Dana looked embarrassed as she glanced at Dylan. She must think she was so foolish. Were her ears blocked, or was her brain just overloaded with fatigue?

"If I knew you were going to give me a kiss, I would've said to give it to my lips," Dylan teased.

"If you weren't half an i***t, you said 'Give me a kiss,'" Dana retorted.

"Excuse me, I said give me the keys! Your ears are the ones defective. I used 'the,' not 'an A,'" Dylan argued. He was about to say more when Dana suddenly raised her hand and covered her mouth before she seemed to be searching for something as she ran away from him, but he quickly followed her. He didn't know what to do when he saw her vomiting into a drainage. He wanted to hold her, but he hesitated.

It was obvious that she was struggling to vomit, and he couldn't see anything coming out. She was clutching her stomach, one foot tapping as if in annoyance, probably because she was having a hard time vomiting and nothing was coming out.

He quickly ran back to his car and grabbed a bottle of water when he remembered he had one in the car. When he returned, she was sitting on the pavement, clutching her stomach and head. She was hunched over, so he called out to her.

"I need to go home," she said weakly.

"Let's go, I'll take you. You can't ride a motorcycle in your condition," Dylan insisted.

"I don't want to go with you," Dana muttered softly.

"You have no choice, and the feeling is mutual. Don't assume," he retorted.

"You're not supposed to know me, so why did you come near me?" Dana lifted her head to give him a glare.

"If you hadn't suddenly appeared in the parking lot, I wouldn't have had any intention to—Jesus, your nose is bleeding," Dylan exclaimed, quickly retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket and placing it on Dana's nose as both nostrils started bleeding. Dana pushed his hand away.

Nosebleeds had become normal for her lately. The doctor had told her about it, and her vomiting was a sign of pregnancy. And now, here was the reason right in front of her. She really needed to tell her grandparents about her situation so they could help her remove the child from her womb. The child couldn't survive in her stomach, just as Uncle Manolo, Odette's father, had warned them initially, as the child could possibly inherit her cancer cells, and she wouldn't be able to bear the suffering if she continued the pregnancy—they were both going to suffer.

Dana struggled to stand up, feeling extremely dizzy now, but luckily Dylan quickly supported her.

"I'll take you home whether you like it or not," he said.

Dana was getting weaker, so she didn't resist when he lifted her and put her in the car, immediately moving to the driver's seat.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"No!" Dana replied loudly.

"But you don't look okay."

"I'll just get out if you insist."

"Fine!" Dylan responded irritably, then leaned towards her to fasten her seatbelt, but Dana pushed him away slightly.

"I'll just put your seatbelt on; you're too fussy. Something already happened between us, so stop pretending to be innocent," Dylan said irritably. Dana just gave him a dirty look, still holding the handkerchief to her nose, then closed her eyes.

"Your family doesn't know your situation; why don't you try telling them?" Dylan asked.

"You got to know me because you had me investigated, right?" Dana didn't acknowledge what Dylan said.

"They are your family. They need to know," Dana laughed bitterly, briefly turning to look at Dylan as he drove after calling Felix to meet him at the girl's address to retrieve Dana's motorcycle from the club.

"I thought you had me investigated, but it seems like you didn't get complete information about me," Dana said.

"My point is they're your family. If they know you're sick, maybe they'll treat you differently," Dylan said.

"Just leave me alone. Hopefully, this will be our last meeting. Don't try to involve yourself in trouble because of me. We had s*x, that's all. Sooner or later, I'll die, so I don't need another mourner at my funeral, especially from the family you're talking about," Dana retorted.

"Celine is kind."

"I didn't say anything against them. Just don't meddle in my life. I don't care about you, so you shouldn't care about me either," Dana snapped.

"You're so arrogant."

"And I'll die arrogant," she retorted.

"I'll interfere with you whether you like it or not. Bar hopping, clubbing... You were not going anywhere without my permission," Dana frowned as she turned to him. She removed the handkerchief from her nose, making sure nothing else was coming out.

"What do you think you're doing? Please explain because my brain can't keep up."

"You're sick and yet you still manage to stay up late just to—"

"Wait, are you trying to play the big brother role to me because Celine is my sister? Do you want me to call you 'big brother'? Well, guess what, you don't need to act like a brother to me when even my own sister didn't act like one. How much more you, who's not even related to me?"

"Then consider me different. I'm not trying to be a big brother to you, and I definitely won't accept you calling me 'big brother' because first of all, I don't want to be your sibling, and secondly, don't even try to find out why, because my thoughts are different."

"You know, with what you're doing, you're making my life more complicated."

"Your family is wealthy. If you go to Hopkins for treatment, it might help. I know some doctors who—"

"Stop it." Dana couldn't resist shouting, surprising Dylan.

"Why are you yelling? We're just sitting next to each other," Dylan retorted irritably.

"You're an educated person. You had me investigated and found out my family's secret, even my illness that my own family doesn't know about. Don't act like we're close because we're not. You're Celine's fiancé. I'm her illegitimate sibling whom my entire family despises. I've never had a family since childhood, and now you want me to undergo treatment to prolong my life! Damn it! You know nothing about my life..." If Dana's eyes could emit flames, Dylan might have been engulfed in them from her intense glare as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She couldn't help it anymore. If Dylan kept speaking, you'd think he knew everything.

"Stop the car, I'm getting out."

"No."

"Stop it, I said!" Dana shouted as she suddenly jerked the steering wheel, causing them to swerve on the road.

"You're crazy!" Dylan exclaimed as he stopped the car on the side of the road. Without hesitation, Dana felt around his clothes to find her motorcycle keys, which he took from her earlier. As soon as she got it, she got out of the car. She could see her condominium building from here; she'd rather walk than engage in this argument any longer.

"Dana, come back," Dylan shouted, starting the car slowly to keep up with her walking pace.

"If you don't get in, I'll really call Celine," Dana paused in her walk and gave him a resentful look. Suddenly, Dylan felt alarmed when he saw Dana trying to hold back her tears until she burst into sobs like a child. Fortunately, there were no people on the street because it was early morning and there were only a few passing cars. Dylan closed his eyes for a moment. She looked so sexy in her outfit, but here she was, sitting on the sidewalk, crying loudly.

"Couldn't I just quietly die? If only I had recognized you earlier as Dylan Lagdameo. I wouldn't have... I messed up big time! Why did you have to drag me out of that bar? I wish you'd just let me get gang-raped and die anyway."

"Is it just because I'm your sister's fiancé?" Dylan replied, getting out of the car and sitting beside her on the side of the road. But Dylan looked around nervously before doing so, afraid someone might see them, especially if they recognized him.

"I don't love your sister, and we don't have a relationship. We're getting married because of a business merger. No feelings involved."

"You really don't understand, do you? Don't you have a family?"

"Of course I do. Who doesn't have a family?"

"I don't."

"You have your grandparents."

"They're old, and sooner or later, they'll leave me, so it's better for me to go first."

"So you're just going to give up like that?"

"You know, you're not helping, promise! You're old, but you still don't understand my situation." Dylan closed his eyes as Dana verbally attacked him. Does he look old? He was only 32, well-built, and not to mention, many women wanted to be with him.

"You know, you're the one complicating your life. Why don't you try telling your family about your illness?"

"They'll throw a party when I'm gone because they won't have to share the inheritance anymore." Dylan furrowed his brow at Dana's words.

"My last name may be Servantes, but I'll never be a Servantes to them. In their eyes, I'm just a rival for the inheritance from my grandparents. Yes, they'll shed tears and pity me in front of my grandparents, but do you think they'll mourn for me and tell everyone that I'm a Servantes?" Dana sniffed and wiped the tears from her cheeks before standing up and walking away.

"If they find out that we know each other, my quiet life will be disrupted. If you don't believe me, then find out what could happen if you continue what you're doing."

"That's not how I know them," Dana bitterly laughed, stopping in her tracks and turning to look at him.

"Then get to know them, and who will become your second family. You said your marriage was due to a business merger, so it shouldn't be an issue if you get to know the family I belong to. But I'll never be part of that family. So please, back off! What we shared that night ended that night. If you still desire me until now, well, thank you. Maybe I'm just too beautiful and sexy. Don't ever come near me again because if you do, my life will end up miserable." Dana turned away again to walk, but she felt Dylan still following her, so she turned to look at him.

"Stop!"

"I promise I won't bother you after this. I'll just take you home, even if it's just to your building."

"I can handle it, I'm no longer dizzy."

"Why are you so stubb—"

"You're the stubborn one. Don't follow me, for heaven's sake!"

Dylan abruptly stopped talking, and a gust of wind pushed him to just watch as Dana walked away, seemingly unfazed by the fast-moving cars passing by.

He couldn't understand what he was feeling. He felt like he needed to watch over her, like he didn't want to let her go, contrary to what she wanted. He felt like he needed to protect her and be a part of her life.

“You pity her, that’s it.” Dylan muttered to himself as he walked back to his car. It's hard to believe everything she said about her family because they've been nothing but kind to him, especially Celine. But Dana's words and even the investigation seem to align. The Servantes family just presents a different image to him.

He couldn't help but have second thoughts about his wedding now, unsure if it's the right decision or not.