Xavier FINAL(8)
“It makes sense.”
“No it doesn’t. This place is stuffy as hell. There’s no creativity flowing with all the, ‘Hello Mr. Steel, good morning Mr. Steel, can I get you coffee Mr. Steel bullshit.”
“You’re full of shit. In that twisted head of yours I’m sure you’ve come up with a few ways to creatively fuck half of them in bathrooms, offices, over desks…”
“If that’s what I have to do then yeah. Otherwise I’d go out of my fucking mind.”
“Xavier.”
“Abraham.”
“You’re a pain in the ass…”
“I’m not some stupid fucking kid Abe. I’m a man. I’m not Cyrus, Jase, or even Zandor. I don’t have to be either. They caved, I fucking won’t do it. I’ll make myself, not be made.”
“None of them caved Xavier.” Abe sat at his desk with his fingers steepled. “They did what was best for your family.”
“They sold the fuck out.”
“Have you told them you feel like that?” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
“Hell no. And you could look a little bit less like the fucking Principal, O’Donnell. I’m not a kid.”
“I know but you’re acting like it right now…”
“Fuck you! I’m outta here.” I turned to walk towards the door.
“Hang on. Take this. Your first act as a business man is to be a boss. We’ll start easy. Here’s your first employee. Your assistant. She’ll be working nights with you.”
I took the folder. “An assistant at night?”
“Your mother hired her. Said when you’ve finished up with me then you should meet up with her and go over plans. Apparently she knows social media…”
“I know social media Abe.”
“Well you’re not looking for a party or a hook up. She can help you with the business end.”
I took the folder and walked out of his office and forced myself not to slam the door.
“Goodnight Mr. Steel. See you tomorrow Mr. Steel. Have a good evening Mr. Steel!” As much as I wanted to bang some of those chicks what I really wanted to say right now was ‘go fuck yourselves.’
I walked out of the office and past the waiting car.
“Mr. Steel?”
I waved him off. “All set.”
I took off the jacket and threw it over my shoulder. I would fucking walk home.
I pulled my ringing phone out of my pocket. “Good evening Angel.”
“Where are you at Steel?”
“Just heading home.”
“Hmm. Can I race you there?”
“You need something from me?”
“An orgasm, maybe two. You up for it?”
“Let me think about it.”
“Think about it?” She laughed.
“Had a bad day. I was heading out.”
“How ‘bout you meet me? I’ll get that head on straight.”
“You gonna swallow?”
“That’ll be a surprise.”
“Don’t disappoint or this thing is done.” I laughed.
“This thing?”
“Yep, no fun, I’m done.”
“Good. Ten minutes.”
I looked behind me and the car was a safe distance behind me. “Sounds good.”
I waved to the driver and he sped up. I opened the door and jumped in. “Home James.”
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I walked into Cyrus’s house and heard the shower running. I kicked off the damn leather loafers and saw a skirt on the floor. “Nice.”
I followed the trail of clothing that led to the bathroom and opened the door.
Angel peeked out and smiled, “Oh hey. Looks like I win.”