Chapter 52

Dayle
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I'm trying to get over the hangovers, Nina prepares some hot coffee with sugar to help. She’s sweet, she's always there to make sure I'm standing on my feet—she’s like a Mom. I've known her for nearly fifteen years now.
“It would make you feel a lot better, I'll be out for groceries big guy! Do you need anything?” she asks, taking the tray along.
“I'm good, thanks.” I snap politely and she whisks maway. I slurp on the coffee until I'm done before I hit the shower room.
A knock interrupts while I grab a T from the closet. “Come in!” I say to whoever. I spray some perfume and I sight Dom walking in; he's dressed in a cobalt blue long sleev- that's rolled up to his forearms, black trouser, and tuxedo shoes. He pockets his hands while I comb my hair looking in the mirror.
“What got you drunk, big guy?” he asks nonchalantly
“The same shit that gets you drunk over the weekends!” I snap and he rolls his eyes.
“That only happens when I'm off work and besides, who fed you that information?” he asks, he's baffled. I only guessed j havs no idea if he drinks or not; I've never seen him drunk or drink. My guess was accurate then. I smirk a biti and he shrugs off lightly. “Always be cautious!”
“Yes, fatheF.” I sarcastically answerturnin to him and he motions for me to sit down—in my room. “Either way, I would sit down. Father!” I snap and he chuckles. Now, he's crossing his muscular arms across his chest before he rises to his feet again. I know the big guy, he hates to sit for no good reason. Part of his job, he'd always say.
“Well, the reason why I'm here is very important. Did Sir Owen highlight you on the latest franchise we are seeking to acquire?”
“Except the one with McCain Autos, else I know none!” I tell him. Dad is partnering with them, it's almost a year now.
“Oh! There's a new one now. It's BTM’s Autos! There are a couple of papers your father would like for you to go through like you did the last time. There are graphics, the presentation will be in ten minutes. Are you ready?” Dom asks knowing fully well that I'm not. I hate to indulge in all of these things. They are exhausting.
“How do I get prepared in ten minutes, who does that? This is you and Dad setting my ass up. Cheers!” I lash out and he scoffs
“Calm down! Who's going to manage the business if your father is not here? You are the man now, make him proud! OTD is counting on you!” he says and I close my eyes and open again. I intend to hit the club to wind down and now this is sprouting up?
“I'll be there in five!” I tell him with a frown
“Sure kiddo, I'll oversee things downstairs. The T-shirt is just fine, except for the hair. Redo it, please!” he suggests walking to the door.
“No way big man, you can't gavi me attend an impromptu meeting and still order me to fix the hair that I already fixed. Let me be!” I tell him and he shrugs.
“Whatever Dayle. Do anything, even a wig do. Four minutes remaining!” he heads out
“Fuck you!” he cuss under my breath, if hears me; he'd either ignore or pin my hands behind my back like a fucking cop. It's more like picturing a crocodile on a bunny.
My phone alerts me of a text, I grab my cell and look it up.
*Wanna see me by 6pm?*
Molly texts me and I roll my eyes before replying to the text.
*I got biz to handle. Right now!*
I see the three dots in motions, which means that she's typing.
*I'll wait. I made apple pies! Kisses!!!*
I scoff and tuck my cell into my pocket, I leave the room at once.

*
“Nice to meet you gentlemen!” I holler at the two mid-thirties men, vibrant and agile men.
“Likewise, Mr. Dayle! Shall we begin?” one of the men asks me
“Time is not a friend so yes please!”
We are in Dad’s Study, Dom is present as well as Dad’s personal assistant. She's a hottie that happened to get married at twenty-four. I admire her in the sense that I want to know what she taste like. But fuck, she sees me as a boy, her boss’s son and so she brother zones me all the fucking time. Even Dom stares at her twice but she's off limits; the man whores like Dom and I are not lucky with her. But whatever, I'm over that now but it doesn't mean that if she needs a dick to rely and ride one, I wouldn't be there; I sure will. Clarrisa, that's the hottie’s name.
Everything is set up, the projector on the display, the film is on and we are basically observant while one of the men starts to deliberate on each slide. It's pretty noteworthy.
“2020 model. I can assure you that you'd feel like it is Ferrari Purosangue...” the man adds and we smile
“That's the aim, to bring that notion to life,” I add.
“When are we test driving? Have you appointed the time?” Dom asks
“There’s literally no time to waste on this. It's impactful!” Clarissa says before noting down. She sips from her glass of red wine.
“Definitely. BTM has fixed the weekend to be perfect. We hope to have Mr. Theodore back or if not; Mr. Dayle, you'd overview with the rest of OTD!” the man states and we all agree bit one thing is yet to be done, signing the papers. An approval.
“While you all enjoy the wine, van I have a moment outside?” They nod a yes. “Perfect!” I let Clarissa and Dom know that I’m going to speak with father, I need to keep him posted every step of the way.
I step out making my way to the living room, it’s only a short distance away from the Study room. I dial Dad and he instantly answers, has he been awaiting my call?
“Hi, Dad!”
“Yes boy, how did it go? What did you think?”
“It's going to make a good deal once we have the franchise tag!”
“Bingo! Let's do it then! Go in there and declare a done deal, I'll speak with you in the next one hour. I'm actually in a meeting—”
“Okay busy man, you owe me something you know. A compensation for—” I tease but I mean it
“I got you, once I return, we'll discuss! Love you, son!” he says
“Me too, Dad!” I hang up with a satiable feeling in my stomach.

I make an attempt to leave but I hear some sounds, clanking of heels. That can only be Chrissy since Mrs. Lena nay return tomorrow or the day after. I turn to her and I'm dumstricken and lost. Catapulted by her beauty, the caramel strapless dinner dress that she's wearing is impeccable. Clearly and perfectly defining her contures. Wait? Where is she headed and who the fuck is she going out with? Is it Egan or she's found a new lover boy?
I find myself getting infuritated and overly jealous, the streaks are on the rise, piquing.
“And where are you headed looking all gorgeous like THAT? That's too much skin to show off!” I ask before change my mind. She tilts her brows at me, she's shocked to find me there.
“Like how? I... I... I'm going out. I always told Dom and he approves—” she innocently says
“Well I'm not Dom, I'm fucking Dayle!” I almost raise my voice at her. She's giving me that perplexed look as always.
“What is this about? What's your problem? Did I do something to you?” she asks. Really? She knows why I'm agitated and she keeps coming back to the same shit. Being with Egan.
“What's my problem? Chrissy you know what my problem is. Who are you fucking leaving with?” I'm about to lose my mind.
Someone steps in. Talk about the devil, QuteDemon. Egan. He walks in majestically, keeping a slow pace as he approaches us. He's also dressed in a grey suit and black shoes. What is this all about? He's got the guys to step in here after everything he fucking did earlier? I'm boiling in rage, and I don't want to calm down.
“What's the matter brother, she's leaving with me—her boyfriend. Any problem?”
“Keep your dead ass out this conversation.” I scowl at him angrily but he chuckles instead. Fucking slow poison. I'm going to punch him in the next minute, he can't step in here and talk to me as he pleases.
“Dayle stop! Egan, not now!” Chrissy says to the both of us but she's starting at me like the main devil around here.
“Dayle, your father is on the phone again—come on man; meeting is not over yet!” Dom says, I purse my lips trying to keep calm. I almost went crazy forgetting that I have an unfinished business. Fuck! Dom heads away and then I turn to leave.
“Yeah, go in and tend to your fathers’ business. Make Mr. O very proud!”
Egan shades at me mockingly wrapping his arm around her midriff walking away while I I try extremely hard to suppress my explosion.
Whatever I do to him after now, is only his fault. Egan would hate me soon.
Walking away with Chrissy alone makes me enraged, not to talk of the things he has just said to me.