Chapter 34 Under
XAVIER
The sound of the curtains opening, followed by the aggressive brightness of the sun hitting my face made me whip my face away and shield it with my hand as well.
"What the...."
"WAKE UP, MORON!" Jason yelled.
I kissed my teeth, feeling a sting in my head.
"Fuck....." I massaged my head before drawing my body up with the support of my hands on the bed.
"Did you have a fucking good night's sleep, princess?" he asked.
Ignoring the fucker, I rubbed my eyes with my palm, still trying to adapt to the fucking new day that felt forced on me by this best friend wannabe fucker.
"I bet you did."
"What time is it?" I asked, putting my hand down as I looked around me. I am shirtless and the rest of my body is under the duvet.
I don't remember.....
Jason scoffed, taking my attention.
He is dressed and ready for the day, standing next to my bed and the fucking windows with his two hands in his pockets.
"It is past your annoying ass. God, I could push you off the bed right now," he threatened.
I yawned pleasantly.
"Try it and you are fired," I said, stretching as he chuckled.
"Yeah right. You and I know you can't do that. "
"I can."
"King Delulu," he deadpanned.
I averted my eyes as I scratched my messy hair.
I hate mornings.
I yawned again.
"What the fuck happened last night, man?" he asked, making me look at him.
"Whaaat?" I asked in between yawns.
He raised his brows at me.
"You came back home drunk and wasted,"
I furrowed my brows slightly as I searched my memory.
"I left you for a night and you decided to fuck yourself up?! Really?"
I raised a finger, yawning again.
Seriously.....oh fuck.
"And you literally left the hospital in just...what? Two days? The fuck is wrong with you, man?" he yelled again.
"Alright....." I began, moving the duvet off me and taking notice of my briefs.
I don't remember taking off my pants.
"Don't talk to me like I am your teenage son," I said, dropping my feet on the cold tiled floors.
Jason scoffed.
"Secondly......." I got on my feet and turned to the fucker.
His hands are folded and staring at me like he is listening to some type of gossip.
"Brad wanted us to hang out at one of his hotel bars. I couldn't refuse, you know. I love having fun."
Jason hummed and nodded.
"I see. So, you decided to have a lot of fun last night that's why you drank yourself to death."
I scoffed. "I am still alive, you punk."
"God knows how long," he shrugged.
I furrowed my brows. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You are not supposed to drink at all. You are still fucking recovering!" he blurted.
I rolled my eyes, turning away and walking towards my mirror.
"You left the hospital without the doctor's approval, remember? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Oh please. I am perfectly fine, Mom. Drop it." I said, staring at myself in the mirror.
I furrowed my brows at the sight of a tiny bruise on my fucking cheek.
"The fuck?" I felt it with my fingers.
Where did this come from?"
"That's why you yelled at Jessica last night like you always do, huh?"
"Who is Jessica?" I asked, still massaging my cheek.
Jason scoffed. "Seriously?"
I turned to him.
He raised a brow at me.
I raised my eyes, recalling the name he just called.
"You mean Leo's kid?"
He let out an 'I give up' sigh, looking away.
"What?"
"When will you stop calling her that, huh?"
I returned my attention to the mirror, checking out my billion-dollar face.
"She is no longer a kid. That's probably the reason you treat her badly. Because you still see her as a kid."
"That's because she is a kid. A fucking annoying one at that."
He sighed.
I walked towards the bed.
"Why was she even here? I don't remember a thing last night."
"Of course you don't."
I raised a brow.
"She brought your medication," he said, gesturing at the medicines on my nightstand.
Ugh.
The sight of them is already making my belly churn.
"Eat breakfast and take them right after," Jason instructed.
"Like hell am I doing that," I said, walking towards my walk-in closet.
"This is serious, Xavier. I don't want you dying on me any minute." I heard him say.
"Fuck you!" I yelled, grabbed my white robe, and put it on.
I walked out of the closet as I tied up my robe.
"Take your meds, Xavier," Jason said, daringly.
What is this fucker?
"Or I force it down your throat," he said sternly.
I raised my brows.
"I mean it." He added.
I scoffed. "I like women, Jason. You are wasting your time with me."
His face twitched.
I smirked.
"What are you......fuck you, Xavier!"
"Never. I do pussies for life."
He scoffed in disbelief.
I smirked.
"You know what? Don't take the meds. It is not my problem."
I smiled.
"And take all the time you need. You are the fucking CEO after all. I am off." He said, walking towards the door.
"Aw. Don't run away," I teased.
"Go to hell, Xavier."
I chuckled as he headed out the door and closed it.
I let out a sigh, running my fingers through my hair.
I walked towards the bathroom. Time went by and I walked out with a towel wrapped around my waist and dripping hair and body.
I walked towards my mirror, staring at my body.
Fucking fit motherfucker.
I smirked, rubbing my chest slightly. I applied body sprays and then body lotion.
Last but not least, face cream.
This bruise is still a fucking mystery.
Leo must have hit me mistakenly or something.
I know he was drunk too. We all were.
Last night was fucking fun. Even though I only remember taking three shots.
The rest after that is blank.
It is always fun with Brad and Leo. No dull moments.
They are the best circle I have ever made.
They are my fucking brothers, man. I love them.
I walked towards my walk-in closet.
I moved to my shoes section and picked out the pair for the day.
I took out my wristwatch before heading towards my suit area.
Not long later, I walked out of the closet with everything, dressed in new briefs. I placed them on the bed and placed my shoes on the floor.
Reaching for my pants, my phone rang on the nightstand, stopping me halfway.
"Jason, fucker." I muttered as I walked towards the nightstand.
"Oh," Brad and Leo are calling.
Group call.
Sweet.
I took the call. Their faces appeared.
I chuckled, walking back to my clothes.
"What's up, what's up, what's up?!" Brad said happily. He has dark glasses on and looks like he is driving.
I chuckled again, placing the phone on my bed and proceeding to put on my clothes.
"You look like you didn't get any hangover, man," Leo said. No glasses on and also in the same ride as Brad.
I scoffed. "What's a fun night without a hangover?"
They chuckled.
"Last night was wild," Leo said, chuckling.
"You can say that again," I said, fixing my belt.
"I woke up to Valentina lying next to me. She said I was unhinged last night." Brad said.
"Whoo,"
"Carmen was nowhere to be found when I woke up," Leo said, making Brad and me chuckle.
"Perhaps she ran off the minute she saw your drunk state." Brad teased.
"You mean disappeared," I said, making Brad laugh hard and Leo roll his eyes.
"Oh please. I wasn't that drunk." Leo said as I put on my black shirt.
"I was," Brad added.
"Xavier was wasted," Brad drew, making us chuckle.
"Fucking wasted. He never prevents himself from having fun." Leo said, making me smile.
"Life is all about fun for him," Brad said.
I chuckled, picking up my phone and staring at them properly as I put my other hand in my pocket.
"Now come on, guys, what is.....
"Life without fun?!" They both completed in unison, chuckling afterwards.
I smiled again.
"What did you do when you got home?" Leo asked.
I heaved a sigh, void of a thing from last night.
"Let me guess, got laid by two hotties, huh?" Brad asked.
I made a playful face.
"Let's make it three," Leo asked, making me raise my brows.
"Come on, man, tell us." Brad urged.
"Well, firstly, I enjoyed the guesses. You both know me very well. I am starting to think about getting laid by two hotties or three this weekend." I said, smirking.
"This punk," Brad said, looking away.
"What are we going to do with you?" Leo asked.
I chuckled. "But for real, I don't remember a thing from last night. Trust me. I actually worked on Jason's annoying acts."
They both chuckled.
"You mean your mommy?" Brad teased.
Leo laughed. "How is she though?"
I chuckled. "Off to the company."
Leo chuckled.
"Speaking of your company, we are almost at your place. Drive out and let's go together. We have something to tell you." Brad said
"Hmm. I love hearing things like that." I said.
"Of course you do. Hurry up, man. We are at your gate." Leo said.
I scoffed. "What are you, flash boy? I will be right out."
"Okay."
I hung up, tossed my phone on the bed, and put on my suit jacket.
I walked towards the mirror as I fixed my jacket.
It is an expensive tea brown fitted suit, well-ironed and gorgeous.
I have the best designers. I should order more suits. Suits are my favorite attire.
They bring out the CEO in me.
I love it.
I combed my hair, applied hair oil, and combed it again before styling it perfectly.
I applied my five different perfumes because I owe the world a good scent.
Ha.
Satisfied with myself, I grabbed my phone and headed out of my room.
I walked along the hallway before getting to my spotless broad stairs. Descending them, Renata approached the stairs.
"Morning, Renata." I greeted, staring at my watch.
It is past eleven.
"Good morning, sir. Your breakfast is...."
"No need. I am off." I said, walking past her.
"But sir...."
"I will have a good dinner instead, Renata," I said, heading towards my huge entrance door.
"Okay, sir." I heard her say as I walked out the door.
My new driver, Pedro, is dressed in his driver's uniform and standing close to my black Rover.
You didn't think I would let Calvin continue his job after letting those maniacs do that shit to me, do you?
I fired the fucker.
He wasn't involved but his incompetence contributed to it. If he hadn't wasted time coming to pick me up, those morons wouldn't even have seen me.
Pedro opened the backseat door for me as I approached.
"Good morning, sir,"
I gave him a nod as I thought of a different car.
"Let's go with the Rolls-Royce," I said, staring at my white Rolls-Royce.
"Yes, sir," Pedro said, closing the backseat door of the Rover and heading towards the Rolls-Royce.
Pedro is Mexican. Tall and slightly fit.
I am taller and better. I know. But he doesn't look like someone who works as a driver.
Oh well. Looks don't match pockets all the time, do they?
I walked towards the backseat as he held the door. I got in and he closed the door after me.
He got into the driver's seat and we headed towards the gate.
It opened as we approached, revealing Brad's red Lamborghini.
I scoffed.
No wonder the punk is one driver.
I typed on my phone as we drove past and they followed behind.
"I see you, Brad. I almost forgot you loved driving Lambos yourself." I sent the text.
My phone buzzed. He replied.
"😎😎The speed is priceless,"
I chuckled, putting on my dark glasses.
Not long after, we got to my company.
I got out of the car before Pedro could do his job.
Looking behind me, Brad and Leo are getting out of the car.
I smiled, walking towards them.
"My man," Brad said happily.
I chuckled as they both approached.
"I love the suit," Leo said as I gave Brad our bros handshake, and then Leo.
"Thank you. My designer wouldn't mind taking you two as clients as well."
Brad scoffed. "I am fine with my designer, thank you."
I rolled my eyes.
"And I have no designer," Leo said.
"I will link you up!" Brad and I said in unison, making us look at each other with raised brows.
"Whoa," Leo said.
Brad and I chuckled.
"Your designer will take my upper body, Xavier."
I nodded.
"And Brad, your designer can take my lower body," Leo said, making me laugh.
"Very funny, Leo," Brad said.
"Oh please. The man has taste."
"Shut up, Xavier," Brad said, making me chuckle.
"Is that a bruise on your face?" Leo asked, reminding me of the bruise on my face.
I touched it again.
"Yeah. Thanks, Leo."
"What? I didn't do that."
"Who did then?"
"What the....."
"Maybe he fell while going up the stairs," Brad said, chuckling.
"Yeah right. Leo did it." I insisted.
"I didn't, fucker."
"Even though I don't remember a thing, I believe you did. You are the violent one among us, remember?" I asked, putting my hands in my pockets.
"What did you just say to me?" He asked, walking closer to me daringly.
"See what I am saying?" I asked Brad without flinching.
Brad and Leo chuckled.
"Let's go in. We have a lot to talk about." Brad said.
"Yes, yes, let's go," I said, leading the way into my company.
We walked past a lot of people moving to and fro, nodded at greetings till we got the elevator that took us right up to the top floor.
Getting to the floor, we walked out of the elevator, laughing at Brad's jokes.
He is the funny one.
Always funny.
And guess what I am.
The adventurous one.
Yeah.
"That is fucking sickening, Brad," Leo said as Brad laughed.
"And crazy," I added as I walked ahead of them and approached my secretary's desk.
"That's how it is, man. No two ways about it." Brad said as my secretary got on her feet the minute she noticed us.
"Good morning, sir."
"Anita. Guys, my gorgeous secretary, Anita," I said to the guys as I walked past her.
"Hello," I heard Brad say.
"Welcome, sirs. Um, Mr Cole," she called.
"Come on, guys," I said, ignoring her call as I walked towards my door.
"Sir, there is something you need to...."
"Later, Anita," I retorted as I opened my door.
I am greeted with Kendra seated on my desk chair in nothing but black lingerie.
I froze.
"You have a very beautiful secretary, Xavier," Brad's voice made my heart drop for the first time as I whipped my face at him.
He and Leo are just getting closer.
I looked back at my desk.
Kendra has disappeared.
Where did she......