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I woke up with a terrible hangover. The guys and I were at the club last night and we had quite a lot to drink, I still wondered how I was able to navigate my way to my residence.
I got up from bed, groaning with a severe tumbling in my head -drinking may be fun but hangover really sucks.
I was about to get off bed when I heard a faint snore beside me, and surprisingly a blond was sleeping beside me, then I began to remember the previous day events "I'm going to murder Josh" I thought to myself the fucking idiot knew how much I detested women and still allowed me bring this bimbo home, "he's so dead"
I grabbed her hands in anger and jerked her up, she woke up with a yelp, "what the hell are you doing in my house"? I said coldly. "You bought me to your house last night, don't you remember?" she answered with a smile on her face, I looked at her deeply all ready to burst in anger. Even in the midst of the anger I noticed she was a beautiful lady with long straight hair, slim torso, big sexy ass and a perfectly curved breast. Pause a minute! what the hell am I even thinking?
She must have followed me from the club last night, I recall her taking me home against my will. She must have known who I was, Gold-digging bitch!... snapping out of my thought, I walked to my bedside table, took out a bundle of cash and threw it at her
"Thank you for last night, you can go now" I said trying to sound as polite as I could. she didn't look so pleased but who cares? certainly not me. She walked towards me aiming to slap me but I caught her hand mid-air. She glared furiously at me "Do you think I'm a whole?" she yelled, " No darling, you're worse than that" I smirked "Don't try to act innocent because I remember what happened last night so I advice you to pick the money and get the fuck out of my house" I added releasing her hand, she recoiled, picked up the cash and hurried away.
What a bitch!, what did she think I would do? marry her? she must be delusional. She took her clothes and ran out in tears but I didn't give a dime. I've had terrible relationships in the past that almost cost me my life, since then I had developed a strong hatred for relationships. I only use them to fulfil my desires but never commit to any of them.
Sometimes I also flirt with them when I'm drunk: drunk me loves been with women.
I picked up my cellphone to check the time, shit!!! I'm already late for work. I hate been late. I take my work very seriously, it's my number one priority. Most of my friends call me a workaholic but guess what? I don't give a fuck. I rushed to the bathroom to have my bath and also prepared for the day. Coming out fully refreshed, I walked to my walk-in closet to pick out a dress for the day.
I decided to go with my black Arman suit and my newly bought designer shoe after dressing I combed my hair to perfection. I rushed to the kitchen to take a glass of water and some pain killers to reduce the headache. My maid would come to the house to clean after I left and leave before I returned.
The hangover was killing me, I feel like shit. Getting to my garage I decided to select my BMW classic. Although I have a driver, he is not always needed as I prefer driving myself. Driving always clear my head. I only need my driver when attending official events or when I don't feel good enough to drive.
A few minutes later I arrived at my office building, then I parked my car in my private parking area and went into the building.
Though I heard many greetings been directed at me I walked right past without answering any of them, they quickly turn back to their work stations as they quiver in fear of my presence. Being the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company is not an easy task as I had to be ruthless and emotionless to be taken seriously. This didn't really bother me cause they knew better than to get in my fucking way.
My father started the construction company and handed it over to my father who expanded it taking the company to greater heights .
Though the company was handed over to me three years ago my father still gets involved in critical decision making. I plan to expand it even more and make it greater than what it was.
As I made my way to my private elevator, I checked through a fingerprint scanner located at the elevator entrance. I like my privacy and was very strict with the securities cause I don't just want any scumbag sharing my elevator.
I got into the elevator and made it to the 60th floor where my office is located. In case you are wondering, yes my company is that big. "Good morning sir" my secretary greeted me with her flirty voice and I ignored her. She's always trying to seduce me with her skimpy outfit, always dressed like she was heading to a club. I could have fired her a long time ago but she's still there because she's damn good at job.
I had barely sat on my chair in my office when I heard a knock on my door, knowing full well it was Ryan my personal assistance.
He came in with my coffee and some file in his hands, I could use a cup of coffee. he always knows what I need and when.
"Good morning sir," he said putting the file down on the desk and my coffee "Morning" I answered, I know you must be wondering why I answered his greetings, he is the only person I can tolerate in this building the rest are insane "Sir your father called'
"he asked you to call immediately you Arrive at the office sir "he completed
"Did he tell you the reason why he called?" I asked him.