Chapter 11 I have lots of grudges

Chapter eleven
When I was way in her, I wait for some minutes before I started rising up and down. She gives put moan of ecstasy as I increase the speed, riding so hard as if my frustration was going to leave me right now.
No, I was wrong. Sex won't drive away from my frustration. I just made another mistake with my father. I withdraw my dick before any of my semen would enter her.
"Is anything wrong?" she asks softly as she watches me adjust my trouser.
I look at her briefly," None of this should have happened really. And I will pretend as if it never did," I adjust my shirt and get out of the car. I stop briefly to wear my suit. While I'm still adjusting my suit, I sight a figure in the car afar from where I am. The door opens and closes as if! As if someone else is having sex. And that car looks exactly like Michael.
I walk to the car. A lady opens the door and tries to get down again. She stops and falls back into the car. I move nearer and look at her," Jones?"
Jones looks up at me and smiles," it's the idiot! The foolish boy is here," she says clumsily.
I feel a surge of anger at her words, "What did you just call me!"
She smiles again like someone that has been possessed, "I need to tell you something really," she tries to get out again but her left shoe is stuck in the chair of the front seat. Is she stupid,? How could she not see that?"Hey! I'm not stupid ok? And I'm not underage," she says and belch. Her breathe smells of alcohol. My God, she's drunk.
I move closer and help her up. Instead, she put her weight on me, laughing hysterically.
"Oh, it's Daves," she says suddenly, amazingly, pushing herself back to look at me. She touches my cheek and pulls it together, "you look so ugly"
What! My face hardens. What does she mean by that? She's probably drunk that's why but where the heck is Michael.
"Hey, get back in the car," I say and she burst out laughing.
"You can't use your bossy voice on me. You are not my boss, Michael is. Now get out of my way,", she says drunkenly and made to leave. She falls but I was quick enough to catch her. I don't seriously know what I'm doing here. I should have minded my business.
Suddenly she jerks up and I pull her up, trying to make her sit in the car. She jerks up again and suddenly raise her head, vomiting, thereby spilling some on my suit.
OMG!
" What have you done!" I say, I couldn't scream. I feel so angry now, so much frustrated. This lady can frustrate your damn life.
She laughs again. God, it's so annoying," Dont worry Daves, I will buy you three new suits," somehow, I like the way she pronounced my name.
"Jones!" Someone scream from afar, it's Michael. He moves nearer, "Jones," he called again and tries to shake Jones awake but it seems she's long gone. Michael looks at me suddenly. He looks so scary, "What did you do to her?"
I hiss and look away, "What a great personal Assistant you have", I say sarcastically.
Michael looks at me again, "What the fuck did you do to her!" He moves closer and locks my shirt angrily, amazing me. I couldn't speak, I just stare.
Michael has never been so violent!
Has this guy fallen for Jones?
I stare at Michael much longer than I forget the minutes that had passed by, "Will you start talking," he says again, his thick voice was scary now. I have never seen him this way. His pupil looks so very black and diluted. Like some sort of angry Alpha wolf. They don't exist but I've watched them in movies. Maybe Michael is some sort of Alpha wolf while Jones is the luna. Maybe that's why Michael is so bent on protecting her, he even made her his assistant. Seriously, it makes no sense at all.
I cough reluctantly, "Does it look like I did something to her? Can't you see she was the one that did something to me?" he continues to glare at me as if expecting me to say more. Jeez, why is he so scary?"Well, and Kim spilled wine on her but I was not around then".
He stare at me for a while before he let go of me finally, reluctantly. I anticipated his punch. Seems he hasn't lost it all, "I will never forgive you if you try to hurt her again!" he scream the last part. What's wrong with this lover boy? Huh? I scoff and look away, slightly embarrassed at my cowardly behavior but not ready to admit it. I look back at Michael and watch her help Jones inside the car before driving out. Did I forget to tell you he gave me these dirty stares? I don't just know what's so special about this poor girl. She annoys me the more.
I also wonder why I'm such a bad boy to everyone. Gosh, I smell so weird too! Michael didn't see that. All he was just so concerned about is protecting his idiot PA as if I was the one that drugged her or force her to drink. I seriously need to go home and freshen up.
When I got home, it was six in the night and I already have fifteen missed calls. The phone started ringing in the car but I chose to ignore it. I seriously have no intention of receiving any calls this night. I have ten missed calls from Evelyn, three from dad, and two from Kim.
I pull off my suit, its shirt and trousers and I collapse on the bed. I drop the phone on the bed beside me and groan out loud. I haven't done anything breathtaking but it feels as though the weight of the whole world is hanging on my shoulders.
I suddenly remember Jones squeezing my cheeks together. No matter how much I hate remembering that particular scene yet I couldn't blot it out of my head until when I eventually decided to sleep.
I stand quickly and enter the bathroom for a quick bath. Even in the bathroom, the memories came back afresh. But this time, I only smile.
The sounds of the phone ringing woke me up from my deep slumber. It's morning again and surprisingly enough, I have ten more missed calls. This time around, Michael called. He gave me three missed calls, dad also gave me three, and six are from Evelyn. I knew I shouldn't have done what I did with her yesterday and mean, she's going to use it against me. For all I know, it did nothing to make me feel less frustrated. And I eventually went to bed last night, smiling because of Jones and not Evelyn. I just hope the mistake I had with her doesn't evolve into something I wouldn't be able to handle. And, why will Michael call me? How come he's still having my contact? Well, how come I'm have his contact as well? I don't know but I suddenly feel upset knowing I and Michael still share a kind of connection. Well, during those good times too, we do think alike. People sometimes mistake us for twins.
I hiss, getting up to go clean up. I have no intention of replying to any calls today as well. Asides from that, I am not going to leave this house today. I don't care what dad does but I won't step a foot out of here. And if he comes visiting, I won't see him. I will never concur with his idea of partnering with Mercury light. He can have his company for all I care. I'm even tired of everything. I just want to be alone.
I brush my teeth and take a long bath. I feel so good this morning, so much better. The last time I felt this way was five years ago when I started dating Cynthia. Cynthia is my ex-girlfriend. Ok, I love Cynthia so much and I never did believe she could break up with me. She didn't even do it directly, she just disappeared. Cynthia is the daughter of one of dad's friends. And we connected the first day we set eyes on ourselves. For two years, we enjoyed the freshness of our puppy love. And then, it all started. Perhaps I'm not meant to love or be loved. Come to think of it, everyone around me doesn't seem to hide that fact as well. I've always been like that after my mother's death. You can say I was so close with my mom then and so it affected me so much when she died.
Wait a moment, something seems off. Normally, Mara is supposed to have a knock on my door. She should have been done with my food. What's taking her so long? This is so unusual of her. Did she oversleep? Gosh, and she knows how much I hate to drawl with my breakfast. I don't joke with my breakfast.
I wear a short. I choose a grey t-shirt but quickly decides against it. I'm in my house after all.
I walk downstairs and the first person I see is Kim. Why the heck would Kim be in my house at this time of the day.
She whirl to look at me, a bit startled as her eyes go up and down my body, "Boss, good morning sir," she looks so frustrated and angry but suddenly smile brightly. She looks away and blush slightly
I raise a brow, "I didn't call you here. So, why are you here?"
"Your father wants us to come and tell you to see him now," that voice sounds familiar. I've gotten so used to it that I can place it anywhere. I crane my neck towards the path from where the voice came from. It's Jones. What the heck is she doing here?
Jones
When I stared at Dave's father, I suddenly knew who he took after with his bossy behavior. I know it would be surprising that I came to Dave's house with Kim but it's all Richard's (Dave's father) idea. He suddenly called Michael to come over to the company. I was at home, still sleeping. Well, it's Sunday morning and I was supposed to go to church but Richard thwarted that plan. Michael called me to follow him to Tianshi company to see Richard Margray. Well, he's my boss. So, I can't refuse him. I just don't seriously know why I had to work on Sundays too.
Kim couldn't stop me because I was with Michael but that didn't stop her from giving me dirty stares. I didn't care anyways, I would beat her to a pulp if she tries any nonsense with me.
When we entered the office, Richard was in. I thought I would meet Dave there. Well, if anything I have to apologize for messing up his suit yesterday. His dad said he had been calling him but he's not picking up. Asides from the behavior, merely look at his father and you will see the resemblance.
For a moment, Mr. Richard looked up at me much longer, "Is this the famous Jones". I seriously didn't understand what he meant by that. I'm not a celebrity. Michael glanced up at me, then look back at Mr. Richard
"Yes sir," he said slowly and that was when I eventually understood what he meant.
My heart started thumping madly in my chest at the thought of what he would do to me for punching and slapping his son. But how did heck did he get to know all this.
We stared for a while.