Chapter 4
- ~ HAMES HENDRIX ~
- "Can I leave now?" Miss Mark asked, obviously looking so stressed out from the day's work.
- I glanced at the wall clock. It was 2 hours past working hours. It wasn't my fault I had tons of things to do than close so early.
- "Have you planned my schedule for next week?" I raised an eyebrow at her.
- "Uh— I'm almost done with it. I'll submit it tomorrow." She said, scratching the back of her neck and avoiding my gaze. I was glad she adjusted to my style of working, else it was going to be a huge problem if she still continued arguing with me.
- "Okay. You've postponed my appointments for tomorrow, right? It has to be a free day for me."
- "Yes, sir." She nodded, gripping onto her bag impatiently.
- "Good, you can leave. Ensure you're very early tomorrow. You won't like how things would turn out if you come late, again." I warned.
- She swallowed audibly and nodded. "Yes, sir."
- I paused to think of anything else she needed to do but there was nothing left. She had done a lot of things today and her hard work definitely amused me. She didn't seem like she could do the job of a secretary correctly but a stripper. No offence.
- "Is there anything else you'd like me to do before I leave?" She asked through gritted teeth, forcing a smile.
- "No." I shook my head at her. "You can leave."
- "Okay." A wide grin appeared on her lips. "Goodnight."
- I didn't bother to say 'Goodnight' to her because it was clearly not necessary. She turned around and left the office.
- Everywhere went silent after that. I finalized my work on my laptop then shut it. A heavy sigh left me. Gosh, I needed a break at least once in a while.
- I rested my head against the headrest and shut my eyes to take a nap but my dumb phone decided to ring.
- Groaning and cussing, I opened my eyes and reached for my phone, answering it angrily without bothering to know who the caller was.
- "Hello?" I spoke crankily.
- "Hames," Mom's voice swayed into my ear. "What's with the cold tone, as always?" She hissed.
- "Oh, it's you." I sat straight and rose to my feet, arranging important files.
- "Did you forget? You said you'll pay me a visit tonight."
- "Oh, yeah." I totally forgot. I was going to tell Miss Mark to include that in my schedule today but I had forgotten. "Of course I didn't forget." I lied.
- "Great! So you're coming when?"
- "Uh— I'm just leaving the office so I'll be there in half an hour."
- "Okay. Love you. I'll be expecting your stubborn-head." She giggled.
- "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes, ending the call.
- I was going to resume work in two days. Free day tomorrow (not exactly). After arranging important files accordingly, I grabbed my car keys and left the office.
- The elevator transported me to the ground floor.
- "You're leaving now?" Sarah asked rhetorically, getting to her feet, picked her bag from a chair.
- I ignored her, left the building, and went to my car. A random man opened the car door for me and I got into it. He shut the door then my driver started driving the car after I threw the car to him.
- "Take me to Trisha's Mansion." I instructed and he nodded politely.
- In a few minutes, I felt myself being called into sleep so I decided to take a nap.
- ……….
- I felt continuous tapping against my shoulder. It was very discomforting and annoying. With my face rumpled, I finally opened my eyes. My Driver was tapping me. I was going to yell at him but I noticed we had arrived at Mom's mansion and he had to wake me up.
- "We're here, sir." He informed me.
- "I'm not blind, gentleman." I replied frigidly and waved him off, stepping out of the car. My eyes felt so heavy due to inadequate sleep.
- I sauntered into the house and used my spare key to open the door, entered the house then locked the door.
- "Hames!" Mom squealed in excitement as she saw me. "My baby!" Ew! What the hell was that?
- I walked up to her. She pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. I was used to that already so I didn't bother to complain.
- "Hey, Mom." I smiled at her. "Wow, you look hot. If you weren't my mother, I'd surely flirt with you." I teased her, earning a smack on my face. "Ow! I'm just kidding."
- We both burst into laughter.
- "Gosh, you finally paid a visit. I missed you so much. You can't imagine how lonely I've been."
- "Really? Why don't you hire an extremely personal Maid or a friend to talk to?" I smirked on saying the next words, "or a man to have a one-night stand with." I waggled my eyebrows at her, earning another slap from her.
- "You're so silly." She pouted. "What's up with the good mood today?"
- I ignored her question. "You're such a baby. Common, you don't deserve to be so lonely." We had our seats.
- "Well, your father is dead." She folded her arms across her chest. "Billionaires like you think you can buy everything with money."
- "I'm not a Billionaire." I added, "yet."
- "Really? I thought you already were." She looked genuinely surprised. "I mean, you're always busy and working, I thought you own multiple billions now."
- "Are you mocking me? I just need a few more Millions of dollars to become a Billionaire and I'll achieve it very soon."
- "Aw, I'm so proud of you. I'm glad I left my company to you. You made it grow better than I had ever imagined." She blushed.
- "Duh. I'm your only son, who else would you have given it to?" I rolled my eyes at her.
- A maid strolled in with a tray in her hands. She lowered the tray to me and I picked a glass of chilled juice from it, taking a long sip.
- "You're my only son but not my only child. I could've also given a portion of it to your sister, Anna." She rolled her eyes.
- "Mom, we're both aware of the fact that Anna can't handle the company." I burst into laughter.
- "Why not?" A frown etched on her face. "Because she's a girl?"
- "No! Because she's a dog!" I laughed again.
- It seemed to piss her off further. "At least she's more sensible than you."
- "How is that?" I drew my eyes in askance.
- "She's my cute daughter and she's married, but here you're UNMARRIED." She spelt it to my face.
- The atmosphere changed at that. My usually cold face returned and I dropped my glass on the table, crossing one of my legs over the other. "Mom, you know I don't like talking about this with anyone."
- "I'm not just anyone, I'm your Mom, you dimwit." She rested her palm on her forehead. "You're 26 already, yet you don't have a damn girlfriend. You've worked for 3 years and boosted the company above my expectation but you don't seem to be interested in a serious relationship with a responsible woman. I also stalked you and noticed that you've stopped having one-night stands with random Women. What is wrong with you?"
- "I don't feel the need to be with anyone and stop stalking me! If she comes, then she will. If she doesn't, she won't." I replied gruffly.
- "Are you crazy?!" Her eyes became glassy, piercing into my soul. I hated seeing her cry. She had cried too much when I was little so I couldn't bear to make her cry again.
- "Mom, don't cry." I softened.
- "You don't understand. I need grandchildren. What if I'll die soon?"
- "Mom!" I exclaimed. "You're not dying soon, okay?"
- "Hames, if you need me to arrange your marriage, I swear I'll do it." Tears were already rolling down her cheeks.
- "Are you kidding me? What?" I couldn't believe my ears.
- "I'm desperate." She wiped the tears with her fingers. "Please consider marriage."
- "Fine, fine, I will."
- "You will?! Do you have someone in mind already?" Her face lit up with excitement.
- A smirk played on my lips. "Definitely, I do." Oh, I do.
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