Mr. Arrogant'S First Love

The arrival of Delia

The second day of entering the office after a month of leave turned out to be quite troublesome Kian. There was a lot of work to be done from the beginning. Even when Arkan was not in the office, he could not relax. Not to mention, some event invitations for Arkan should he adjust to the schedule of the man. He did not want to make the slightest mistake and made Arkan disappointed at the beginning of his work.

"Please check out the event I have to attend tonight. Find out also the theme and the clothes that I have to wear." Arkan said on the phone.

"Okay, sir." replied Kian sprightly. He immediately checked the notes on the note without turning off the phone. "Tonight's event is at hotel X to discuss planning a new branch with shareholders. For your clothes, I'll take Mr's clothes there."

"alright. Your work is very good. I'll give you a bonus for your hard work." Arkan said jokingly.

He chuckles softly.."Sure, Mister. I'll wait for him" he replied with a joke.

After the phone connection was cut off, Kian leaned his body against the chair. A shadow of the past appeared in his memory. The arrogant, arrogant and cruel man she once hated, is now her husband. Although not forever, but it feels funny he wants to do this wedding. In the depths of his heart, honestly Kian felt happy. He also has feelings for the man. But somehow he still hesitated. Whether it's about her feelings or Arkan's feelings, she hasn't been able to hurt him. Let all this go where destiny takes it.

"Sorry, Miss. Mr. Arkan is not in the office." The voice of the receptionist Kian knew was like talking to someone in front of Arkan's room. I opened the door to see who that person was.

"Delia?" ask Kian wonder.

"You? The woman is shameless. Secretary but claims to be Arkan's lover. Do you think it's the same level as Arkan? Look, your appearance is tacky like a country girl." Delia sneered at Kian coming out of the room.

"Miss..!" The receptionist who blocked Delia from entering was visibly annoyed to see the woman insulting Kian. However, Kian tried to calm her down by giving her a cue to leave them. The receptionist nodded in understanding and left even though the look on his face looked irritated.

"What are you doing here?" asked Kian without caring about Delia's bad words.

"I want to meet Arkan. Where's she?"

"Master Arkan isn't here."

"Don't lie!" bentak Delia's.

He breathed slowly. "For what I lie, please check yourself!"

Kian opens the door to Arkan's room to prove to Delia that the man is not there. "Where'd he go?"

Kian spread his shoulders. "Where do I know!"

"There's no way a secretary doesn't know where his boss is going. You're gonna lie to me, aren't you?"

Again, Kian just shrugged his shoulders without telling him where Arkan was going. "You better get out of here, Miss. Before I call security because you've already made a fuss."

"Suppose you! Just watch out, I'll be back later!" delia was upset as she left Arkan's room.

"Be careful on the road, miss," said Kian with mocking intent. Making Delia even more annoyed and staring intently.

In the afternoon, Kian rushed to deliver the clothes that Arkan would wear at the event later that night. At a hotel where the event took place, Kian was already in the lobby waiting for Arkan's arrival. Meanwhile, the man was still on his way to the hotel after visiting a branch that had been delayed yesterday.

"Sir, what do you think about the branch I'm going to open this time?" ask Arkan to Mr. Dan. As a person who first dabbled in this business while with his father, Mr. Dan certainly has qualified experience to simply assess Arkan's decision.

"Your decision is correct, sir.

Seeing that Kian was waiting for him, Arkan quickly walked over.

"It's okay. I just take this and go straight home." He pointed to the clothes he was carrying.

"No! You better rest while waiting for me. I'll be right back as soon as the show's over."

Eventually Kian could only comply when the man booked a hotel room for her. However, how surprised he was when he entered the room.

"Why did you order the President Suite just to stay a few hours? It's too expensive" protested Kian.

"I want you to rest comfortably even if it's only a few hours. After all, there's no expensive word to spoil my wife."

Oh naw. Why does it feel like my heart melts every time she calls me a wife?

"But-but,"

"There's no buts. If you protest again, then the cost of this room is you paying for it!"

Glug. More and more choose to shut up rather than having to pay for the cost of the most expensive room in this hotel. Never mind paying, imagine the price alone has made his throat dry.

"Alright, I'll wait for you here," Kian said later.

After changing his clothes with Kian's, Arkan came out to the event room with Mr. Dan who was waiting for him outside.

Kian himself immediately threw his body into the big bed in front of him. Not only was it big, but it was also so tender that he rolled back and forth while chuckling realizing its ridiculousness.

"Dream what I could be in a room this luxurious!" mumbling itself.

He pulled his phone out of the bag and took a few selfies of himself. Most often taking photos, he was confused which photos he would upload on social media. After choosing long enough, he finally decided to upload three photos that he thought were the best.

"Ddrt.. Ddrrt.." A phone vibration suddenly startled Kian. He searches for the origin of the vibration, and finds Arkan's phone left on the nightstand.

"Gosh, it's not usually that he's careless like this by leaving his phone."

Kian grabbed the phone because he saw the screen on. However, his eyes immediately widened in shock upon seeing the notification that appeared. Notification he uploaded a photo on social media, plastered clearly on the Arkan mobile screen. That means, the man followed the social media account until he could get the notification.

When did he follow my Instagram?

Grasping the phone in the hand, suddenly there was a curiosity in the mind of Kian. He wants to know what the cell phone is about an Arkan.

"Ah shit. In the lock again," he was upset when he tried to open the phone screen.

"What's the pass code?" Kian tried typing the original number, but failed. He tried to also enter Arkan's birth date, failing again. Several times he tried the numbers that popped up in his brain, but still failed. Until finally...

"Yesss can!!!!" fun. Then suddenly his forehead creased, "Wait, isn't this my date of birth?"

Not yet Kian open the contents of Arkan's phone because he was flabbergasted, a call surprised him. The name that appeared on the screen, made Kian's eyes glare.

"Mr Alex? Isn't he one of the biggest shareholders in the company?" I hurried to get out of bed and out of the room. He wanted to hand the phone over to its owner, afraid that something important might have to be said.