All Chapters of PA For Mr. Arrogant : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Callum’s POVThere’s a keycard stuck outside my suite door. The door is wide open and someone is inside.At first, annoyance flashed through me. I immediately thought of Matthew and his stupid pranks. I’m sure he’s sent some girl to my room, his version of “looking out for me.”I need to get my spare keycard back.Fuck, I’m exhausted. I’ve had enough of charity galas to last me ten fucking lifetimes. Again, I have Matthew to blame. What’s the point of attending these things? One phone call and my donation is handled. The last thing I want is putting my face out in public with the line of not very legal businesses I own.Why on earth do they need me to show up?I walked into my room and the first thing that caught my attention was the dainty pair of heels on the floor. I’m not an expert on female fashion, but these heels look like they cost a pretty penny. I picked them up and placed them to the side. About to step back, I noticed they weren’t aligned. And is that a purse? Oh my goodn

Wren’s POVI woke up alone, feeling utterly and totally satisfied. Yet for whatever reason, I couldn’t recall why.After taking a shower, I noticed some bruising on my thighs, and a hickey on my neck. Some of last night's memories came rushing in. A man with his face between my thighs. Touching me, doing things to me.“Josh was here?!” I gasped, filled with part glee because he came back, and part horror because I couldn’t remember.This is why I don’t drink.I quickly got dressed in my clothes from the night, even though I couldn’t find my panties. I took my phone and called Josh, excitement making me nearly drop my phone.“What?” He snapped after three rings.“You came for me!” I cried out. “Why did you leave so soon? We could have gone home together.”A soft, feminine voice called from the background. “Babe! Come back to bed!”My heart tanked and my smile vanished.“Don’t call me again. And stop spewing rubbish about me. We’re done, Wren. Get a fucking hint.” He hung up before I

Wren’s Pov“Anna….Mom…debt five million—”No matter how much I tried I couldn’t seem to get the words out. Sobs kept ripping through me, turning my sentences into short and meaningless phrases. I was curled on the floor of our tiny living room, phone pressed to my ear like a lifeline as I waited for her to reply. “Wren, breathe,” Anna said, her voice laced with worry. “Just breathe, okay? Calm down. Meet me at The Roasted Bean in twenty minutes. I’m already heading there.” I managed a shaky “okay” before she hung up. Without thinking I threw on one of the first clothes I could lay my hand on and by the time I dragged myself into The Roasted Bean, I probably looked like a wreck. I had avoided every mirror but I didn’t need any to tell me my eyes were swollen or that my hair was a tangled mess from running my hands through it. Even my clothes were all mismatched. I pushed the door open and every wa

Wren’s Pov No one wants me. Maybe there was someone out there who had hexed the name Wren Anderson, because the minute anyone sees the name, they all have the same expression; a blanched look, before they say the same line that I have heard more times than I should.“We are sorry, we can’t hire you.”Seven companies, same story, same expression.It felt like my name was blacklisted. “This is going to be better; I promise you,” Anna’s voice echoed through the phone. I could tell she was trying so hard to encourage me, but I had lost hope in everything.“We said the same thing three jobs back and yet we are still searching.” She hummed, sounded distracted, “yes…yes,” her voice interrupted by the sound of kissing and her giggling.“Anna?” I frowned, wondering if she had company. “Are you busy or…” She cleared her throat, I heard a groan, an obvious sound that didn’t belong to her. My eye

Wren's PovAt The Carpenter's Studio.He didn't look like he belonged here. Staring at the man who sat before me, he looked nothing like the men who worked here.While the rest wore overalls, with hands that looked like they were meant to be hidden in gloves, this man stood before me in a pristine, tailored suit, more like a freaking runway suit, and a white shirt.Who wears a white shirt in a factory?“Ms Wren...”“Anderson,” I said, already hating the name.“Right, Wren Anderson, we have looked through your resume, and I must say, it is quite odd that you have decided to work here.”What did he want to hear? That I was pathetic and I was hoping this place would take me? “i think i just need a change in perspective, something that i haven't tried before,” i said giving him my best smile.He nodded. “A change in perspective,” he hummed.Why didn't he believe me? Shit! Did I ruin everything now?“So, tell me what I should know about you, sports, relationships...” My brows furrowed whe