Chapter 45: Chapter 45

**Derek’s POV**

I still cannot forget that day. I know I was drinking that night and had a couple of fights with some random guys because the bitches who tried to share a bed with me already had their boyfriend. I ended up ganging up with men, but I was thankful that I survived that fight.

But little did I know that night; the brakes of my car failed, and I was in a car accident.

When I woke up, my only relative and my cousin Ally were the only ones waiting on me.

He said that I almost died; to be exact, my heartbeat stopped for almost an hour, and it is a miracle that I survived that crash. They thought I was as good as dead as soon as they saw me.

But like a real miracle, I am recovering fast, almost like a damn vampire or werewolf from cliche books or movies. It's been a week and a day since I was discharged from that hospital, and I only had a few bruises and scratches. They are trying to ask me if they can assess me further because it is such impossible thing that they can see me recovering at a monster speed.

But, of course, I reject their request. I am not a damn subject for lab rats. They should spare me from their geek desires, or else I will destroy their lives.

"Looks like the almighty CEO of Ross Enterprise is in deep thought; I am so glad that you survived it," said my secretary. She is Angel, but she is not living with her name.

"Damn, I heard the sincerity of your words," I said to her. I can only see her as a secretary when we are outside with other business people.

I almost thought that she was my boss rather than the latter one.

Yup, I am the sole owner and the rich guy in every magazine here in Claybourne City. I own so much business and company here that you can call it the fruit of my labor, some corruption, and things that you would never want to imagine.

"You are welcome. By the way, you know that my workload is a monster, and if I keep receiving so many tasks, fuck your paycheck, I better sleep somewhere in the streets. You need to hire another secretary! And I know one; yes, I will recommend someone I know who is competent enough, I swear."

Some people know about my trust issues; maybe it is partly my fault for being a womanizer or playboy, as they call me, and I am living with that label.

Women will beg for my attention because of my looks and body, as well as my fame and money. I am a walking target for them, but there is no single woman left because of my disgust with their ambitions.

It is the same thing as what happened to my old secretaries. I can't even call them a secretary since they are working as if the only goal they have left is to seduce me.

I fuck and fire them. I am confused as to why they are trying to get closer to me because I am famous for being the cold-hearted, cruel boss, and definitely with a bad reputation.

But since Angel is different, my life has become much better because she is competent, smart, and most of all, she is not attracted to me. She said that she would rather date walking garbage than me.

I will take it as a compliment since I need a secretary like her.

And because I was gone for a couple of days and most of my job is handled by her, I am reconsidering hiring another secretary.

"I swear, I do not need any woman who wants to be my secretary and spread their damn leg immediately."

He snorted. "Stop spouting nonsense. Not every girl in the world will kneel and beg for your attention. Cassie is not that kind of woman; she is a mother, and her husband passed away just a few days ago."

Her eyes widened as if she had said something forbidden. "I should not tell you those things."

"Your damn mouth will be the death of you. But I am not someone who loves gossip. Okay, tell her to come here as soon as she can. You said we need manpower, and I will give her a chance."

As I heard the name, Cassie, I do not know why my heart skipped a beat. That name sounds so familiar. I suddenly felt nostalgia, and now I am weirded out because I asked Angel to make a cup of coffee for me.

She came back with my favorite mug, and because it is chilly here, I love my air conditioning on a cold day, and Angel hates it; she often wears a scarf.

But as I saw her with that scarf, I also smelled a familiar fragrance. A smell that I was addicted to just for now.

"What is your perfume?" I suddenly asked her.

"I am not wearing one. You know I am allergic to perfume." I suddenly remembered. But I can smell that scent on her scarf.

"But that scarf—it smells something. I can't explain it, but I want it."

I walk near her, but she pushes me away, so I am taken aback. "Back off, boss! Have you knocked your head? This scarf smells like an ordinary fabric conditioner."

I sighed. "Just give it to me," I said to her. I want that scarf for an unknown reason.

"No! This is the first gift that Cassie has for me. There is no way in hell I will give it to you," she said, being completely stubborn.

But I want that damn scarf! So I tried to bid or offer a price. "I will buy that damn scarf for a thousand dollars!"

She gasped. "Are you crazy? That sounds tempting, but no! How could I? I am not as heartless as you, boss! Even if you tried to sell this company to me, I still wouldn't."

I sighed. I command him to get out of this damn office. So Cassie huh? It only means to say that that girl is interesting.

I know there are drastic changes in my body, as well as in my senses, especially my sight and sense of smell.

But that smell feels familiar, like it is the scent I have been craving ever since I woke up from that accident.

Cassie... I will see you soon.

I am so curious about her, and I think it is a pretty good opportunity to meet someone. And maybe she has an idea what this damn scent is.

Another problem I am also facing is that, no matter what, I want to bed another woman. My fucking manhood doesn't work!