Chapter 101: grumpy Jayden
MONALISA'S POV
It was Monday morning.
The sky outside was still quiet. Birds chirped softly from the trees outside Jayden's window. The sun had barely begun to rise, casting a warm orange glow across the curtains. But Jayden was already awake. Jayden had woyke up early, like he had an important mission to start the day. The sky was still soft with light, but he was already up, sitting on the edge of his bed
He blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds. His dark eyes looked calm but tired. It was too early for the stress he was about to face, but he had to get up.
Jayden sat up on the bed and ran both hands through his hair, pushing it back. Then he rubbed his face gently, trying to chase off the sleep still lingering in his eyes.
He let out a deep breath, like he was releasing a weight from his chest, and whispered,
"New day. Let's do this. I need to get ready and go to work. I've got a lot on my plate. I need to brief Athena about the situation on ground and have her investigate that bastard that dared stop me from having a word with Monalisa"
He swung his long legs off the bed, slid them into his flip-flops, and stood. As he stretched his arms and back, his strong body moved with effortless grace. His muscles tightened under his skin. Every inch of him looked built, toned, and powerful.
His abs were rock-hard, sharper and more defined than they had ever been. His six-pack looked like carved bricks stacked neatly across his stomach. His broad chest rose and fell with slow breaths. His biceps bulged slightly as he stretched his arms over his head.
His thighs were thick and strong, more solid than any rugby player's. If you saw him standing there half-awake, you'd think you were looking at a man who belonged in a magazine cover, flawless, tall, and dangerously handsome.
How do I describe this gorgeous man.
He's gotten better and handsome like a devil.
Jayden's body is a work of art. He's gotten tattoos all over his body.
He had his chest and packs tattooed and his hands and neck were covered with tattoos that would entice a woman run to his bed and spread out her legs so wide for him to drill her to dry.
He looked more of a hot mafia don that every crazy lady out there would want her ovaries making his babies. That's how hot Jayden is right now.
Then his phone buzzed.
Jayden looked over at it on the bedside table. The screen lit up. He leaned down and picked it up.
One new message from Cynthia.
His jaw tightened. He sighed and shook his head.
"Not this morning," he muttered.
He hissed through his teeth and dropped the phone back on the bed without replying. His mood shifted a little, like a cloud had passed through a clear sky.
Jayden walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He peeled off his clothes and stepped under the large shower. The bathroom lights were soft and warm. The moment he turned the faucet on, water rained down from above and all around him. It soaked his hair, rolled over his shoulders, and slid down his body like silk.
He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let the water run.
His body looked like a sculpture under the shower. The water traced every line of muscle, from his firm chest to his tight abs and down to his strong legs. The steam rose, wrapping him in warmth. It was like the water washed away not just the night's sweat but every little thought that didn't serve him.
"This feels good," he whispered.
After a long, refreshing shower, Jayden stepped out with a towel around his waist. He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, wiped the fog off the glass, and looked at himself.
"You've got this. Bro, the tats look hot." He sighed softly. "I wish I could... fuck Monalisa. No. Get your head straight bro. We've got a lot to do today. Got it? Now let's get this going" he told his reflection.
Back in the bedroom, he walked over to his closet. He opened the door and picked out his outfit for the day: a fitted navy-blue suit, a white shirt, and a dark tie. He laid them out neatly on the bed and began to dress slowly, taking his time.
Every piece of clothing fit perfectly, hugging his frame just right. When he was done, he looked like a man ready to walk into a boardroom and take over the world.
Before leaving his room, he checked himself in the mirror one more time. He fixed his collar, adjusted his watch, and smiled faintly at his reflection.
"You look good, man. Now I get why those bitches go crazy over you and would want them fucking them real hard" he said softly, almost like a secret between him and the mirror.
He picked up his laptop and placed it carefully in its black leather bag. Then he slung the strap over his shoulder and walked downstairs.
The house was quiet, big, and clean. The smell of hot breakfast drifted from the kitchen into the hallway. His cook had already laid the table in the dining room.
Jayden's chauffeur stood by the front door, waiting with a calm face.
"Good morning, sir," he greeted.
Jayden nodded and handed over the bag.
"Morning. Take care of that."
"Yes, sir."
Jayden walked into the dining room and sat down. The table was set with toast, scrambled eggs, and hot black coffee. There were also slices of avocado and a bowl of fresh fruit.
He picked up the fork and took a bite, chewing slowly as his mind started to wander.
He thought about the message.
He thought about Cynthia.
He didn't want to deal with her. Not today.
Jayden finished up with breakfast and rose on his.
His cook ran to him with his lunch box.
Jayden glared at her and she moved away from him and hurried outside. She handed the lunchbox to the chauffeur.
Jayden stepped outside.
The chauffeur quickly opened the door for Jayden to get in.
Jayden had changed. He's colder than ever, never smiled, wore a frown and barked at every living creature.
Jayden got into the car and the chauffeur shut the door, and hurried to the driver's side and got in.
"Drive! Jayden commanded him. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, leaned back and scrolled through it.