Chapter 2 –  Split Personality

(Finn’s POV)

Catherine, my brother’s secretary, glanced at the cake box I placed on her table, but she didn’t say anything about it. I sat on the couch and leaned back, peeking at the glass door, but I couldn’t see who he was talking with at the moment.

His secretary looked briefly at me again and then at the cake box. I knew it wasn’t the cake she asked me to bring and also had the knowledge she didn’t like it, but she was making me crazy. I stared and hissed at her.

“Just say it, Catherine,” I uttered in annoyance as my eyes followed her when she stood up to get a document from the cabinet. “You’re making me nuts.”

She looked at me and shook her head. “Mr. Mars, you really want to hear what I want to say?”

I rolled my eyes. If she weren’t older than me, and she wasn’t like part of the family already, I wanted to yell at her. First, I was too angry last night that I couldn’t get a wink. Second, Lex, maybe it wasn’t even her actual name, took all my cash the previous night. Lastly, Sky called me this morning and asked me to buy Angela’s favorite mango tart from the bakeshop near Heaven’s Avenue, but they only accept cash.

And I don’t have cash! I wanted to scream in anger.

“Just say it, please,” I was almost begging her.

She nodded, pressing her lips for a second as if thinking and choosing her words wisely before saying them to me.

“You know that Angela’s pregnant, right?” She walked back toward her table but stopped in front of me. “You know she’s craving mango tart for a week already, but they’re too busy this week, right?”

I opened my mouth to tell her they should have sent maids or their secretaries to buy it, but Catherine beat me to talk.

“You also know that if Dylan and Anya were here, they would do it for her, but they were out of town,” she continued and glanced at the cake box. “If I had the time to stop at that bakeshop, you know I’d do it for Angela, right?”

I bit my bottom lip, stopping myself from cursing. This was what I got from asking her to tell me what was on her mind.

“I don’t have cash, Catherine, and that damn bakeshop only accepts cash!” I took the throw pillow on the couch and squeezed it, gripping it tighter and imagining it was Lex’s neck.

She raised her eyebrows, and she pursed her lips for a second. “Finn Mars has no cash!” she exclaimed, shaking her head.

“Catherine, I was robbed last night,” I muttered annoyingly at her.

She blinked and was quiet for a few seconds. “How exactly were you robbed last night? I just saw you at the party, you have a car, and Jimmy didn’t mention you being robbed.” Jimmy was Olivia’s driver, but since I drank last night, Sky asked him to drive for me, not wanting me to go home alone since he saw me drinking.

I groaned, pressing my lips tighter, not wanting to answer her because if I did, she would know what happened last night, tell Frank and Sky about it, and I would be a laughing stock in my brother’s office.

“Never mind,” I said, closing my eyes and sighing deeply. “I’ll just go back later at the bakeshop and bring it to their place. I missed the triplets and the twins,” I said and opened my eyes when the door opened.

Angela and Frank exited my brother’s office, and before she greeted me, her eyes darted at the cake box on Catherine’s table.

“Long story, Anj.” I massaged my forehead. “I’ll drop by later and buy the whole bakeshop for you.”

She smirked, sitting on the couch. “No need to do that, Finn. Just the mango tart, please.” She touched her still flat belly. “You heard that, right? Uncle Finn will bring the tart later.”

I turned to Frank. “Any male secretary you can recommend? I don’t want a female secretary,” I clucked my tongue and looked briefly at Catherine. “No offense, but I already had three secretaries taking leave just because of menstrual cramps, going on an anniversary date, and resigning because of pregnancy excuse.”

Frank shook his head and returned to Sky’s private office. I heaved a sigh and turned my eyes to Angela as she answered her phone. I could stare at her all day, and I was sure I wouldn’t get tired looking at her, but she’s off limits.

“Oh, hi!” she greeted happily. “Just tell the clerk at the front desk you’re going to meet me. I’m in Sky’s office,” she said as she listened again and then laughed a bit before speaking again. “I understand. See you,” she ended the call and smiled excitedly at me. “The triplets want to learn music, so I was hoping she could spare time on the weekend for the music lessons,” Angela said, and I nodded, pretending to know the whole music lesson story.

She rose to her feet, walking toward the restroom. Catherine stood up and went to Sky’s office, leaving me alone on the couch.

When I heard the ‘ding’ sound of the elevator, I turned my head in its direction and saw a familiar face walking toward Catherine’s table.

‘Well, well, well!’ I uttered in silence, my blood boiling in rage as I blocked her way.

“Lex?” I asked, making sure she was the same woman I was with last night. Even if she didn’t answer, I knew she was Lex, the magician I met last night. Only now, she looked different, more conservative rather than aggressive like the previous night. Today she wore a knee-length overall denim jumper dress, a long sleeve white shirt under the denim jumper, and white sneakers. 

“Yes?” she answered, half-smiling at me as if wondering why I knew her name.

I scoffed, realizing she was that same woman. I looked at her from head to toe, and I was right last night that she was more beautiful in broad daylight.

“Don’t you recognize me?” I asked her, leaning forward to her, meeting her brown eyes.

She narrowed her eyes for a while, then slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, but…” she twitched her lips and continued, “I really don’t know you. Have we met before?”

“Ha!” I scoffed and wrinkled my nose. “Do you have a split personality?” I snarled at her, causing her to step back. “You didn’t remember what happened last night?” I asked angrily, but maintaining a low voice, not wanting to get their attention in Sky’s private office.

She opened her mouth and shook her head.

I didn’t really care about the money, but I was pissed at what she did to me, leaving me on the rooftop, sitting on the deck seat with my manhood exposed to the sky. Not to forget that I desired to be with her last night, wanting to thrust my member to her core.

Heat crept through my body. “Maybe this would remind you of who I am, Lex, and who you messed with.”

Forgetting I was on Sky’s office floor, I placed my hand on the back of her neck, and my other hand grabbed the cheek of her butt, surprising her. I bet her heart stopped beating when I pulled her toward me, arching my bulge to hers as I molded my mouth to her soft lips.

“Nice try!” I hissed when she pressed her lips tighter, not welcoming my tongue as she wriggled her body to escape from me. I released her and expected she would push me or step back. Instead, her palm landed on my cheek, slapping me so hard that my spirit seemed to have left my body for a second.  

I was sure I heard not just one gasp but two.

Lex was panting as she glared at me. “First, I don’t have a split personality. Second, I don’t know you,” she growled, but when her eyes caught Angela looking at us, her cheeks turned crimson red, lowering her head.

“What’s this? What’s happening?” Sky asked, not angry but looking amused at what he had seen.

I raised my hand and pointed my index finger at her. “She’s the one who robbed me last night!” I looked at Catherine.

“What?” Lex asked, aghast at my accusation. She opened her mouth to explain, but I didn’t give her a chance.

“Return my money to me,” I said angrily, walking toward her to grab her hand, but Angela came in between us, blocking her from me.

“Calm down, young Mars,” she chuckled, raising her eyebrows at Sky. “Help me here, Sky,” she said amusingly.

Sky held my arm, but I continued to growl at her, not minding Frank and Catherine chuckling quietly at me.

“You could be wrong,” Sky tapped my shoulder, trying to calm me.

“I’m sure she’s that same woman!” I wrinkled my nose, ready to attack and unsure why I wanted to hold her again when I had no intention of hurting her.

She hissed at me like she was ready to attack me as well. “I’m not that same woman!”

Then, she surprised me when she calmed down and heaved a sigh.

“You must have met Lexa last night,” she said as her face changed from angry to embarrassed. “I’m Lexi, her twin sister.” She gazed at me with humiliation written all over her face.

Twin? I heaved a deep sigh, realizing I barked at the wrong tree.

Looking exactly like the same tree.

“How much did she get from you? I’ll just pay it,” she asked, upset at her sister.

“Never mind,” I calmed down because I didn’t really care about the money because what I wanted was for her sister to pay me for the service she promised me.