I woke up something four in the morning, and took my pre-workout chocolate protein shake and went to the gym for exercise, today I will do biceps, chest, and abs work out only because that's what attract the ladies nowadays and then my garage that is one of the most famous places of the city if you ever stole a car and want to transform it completely or just want to change the color of the car or anything else related to vehicles than you are always welcome to my garage any damn time.
If you guys are thinking I do my work in more illegal ways than I don't fucking care about it
After the years of struggle, I build my garage and earns tons of money from it so I am very proud of it.
And now I can't help it this is becoming my daily routine.
After the workout, I went to the shower and then to the kitchen to make my breakfast, I pulled the door of the refrigerator and found no food there, shit! Did I forget to buy groceries? How can I be so careless? But its completely not my fault, last night I was working on a big project that can fill my pockets with tons of money. So who cares about the food.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, its a call from mike he works in my garage as airbrush painter he is a specialist in his job "good morning, boss!" He greets with a cheerful voice.
"Good morning, Mike, what's up?" I asked, squatting on the couch.
"It's about the project, can you came in the garage fast so we can talk," he said.
"Can't you tell me on the phone what's the matter?" I asked, hearing him shrugs over the phone.
"Unfortunately not boss it's serious" he retorted.
"Fine but Where is Steve?!" I growl, Steve is my manager and adviser, he manages everything in my absence.
"He messaged me in the morning saying he can't come today because he is not feeling well" that's strange that guy never takes a day off even in Sunday's then I think I need to pay him a visit personally.
"I will be there in an hour, after visiting steve's house, okay," I said and cuts the call, he looks fine till yesterday than what happened to him out of sudden.
I walk towards my parking lot and then like usual I struggle with my daily problem of choosing what kind of ride should I take? My car or My bike? I have plenty of them but still, it's hard to choose.
I can do Inkie pinkie ponkie but that's childish and I don't even remember a single line after that so I closed my eyes and let my guts decide.
And my guts say.....I should take my car but it takes lots of petrol than a bike but my guts never went wrong so I can trust him.
After sitting in my car, I played western music and drove off to Steve's house that is a little away from my place.
When I arrived there his wife lucy opened the door for me "Hey Arthur, how are you? It's been a while since we met" she smiled and hugged me tightly.
"I am good and what about Steve? Is he alright?" I ask her as she gestured me to sit.
"Yesterday, I went to meet my mother and when I came back in the morning, I saw him laying on the floor, he had a migraine so I give him Tylenol and took his phone and message mike that he won't come today because he Is not feeling well but still he hasn't given me the explanation for it" His Wife clarifies, rolling her eyes to the other side.
"So how's he feeling right now?" I asked as she shrugs sitting beside me.
"Why don't you check him by yourself?" She suggested and I nodded walking upstairs towards his room.
As I stepped into his room, the first thing that I saw was mess, his clothes, shoes and almost everything is laying on the floor including himself.
I carefully walk towards him in order to not to step on his stuff as I saw that he's wearing only his underwear, I leaned down to check on him, mostly to check his breathing the way he's sleeping on the floor it looks like a dead body.
"Steve?"I shake him hard but he is still on his same position " Steve?!" I yelled in his ears but still, nothing happened, I stood up and taken the jar of water and poured onto his face.
He woke up coughing badly" Lucy, I told you not to wake me up, I am not feeling well and this is not the way you should treat your husband " he shouts, wiping his face from the bottom of his shirt.
"Excuse me, that's not me look next to you," she says, stepping into the room. I crossed my arms across my chest furiously and tap my shoes on the floor to catch his attention.
As he looks up to my angry face he quickly rose up from the floor but falls on jaw because his feet were covered in the blanket, he gulps nervously as he looked into my eyes.
"Sorry, boss, I haven't noticed you" he stuttered as he gestured me to sit on the bed. I shook my head in disbelief.
"I am sure you haven't, but can you clear this to me, on what occasion you drunk five bottles of beer?" I asked, staring at his face that shows the fear.
" I went to the bachelor party of my cousin and they force me to drink and you know the rest" He whispers in ears and his wife raises her brows in confusion.
Before I could say anything his wife steps in to our conversation "I don't know what guys are talking but Now Steve you are awake so you are going to help me to clean this room "
He turns his head in my direction with guilt in his eyes" No problem take a day off and come tomorrow" I said, not know what else to say but I will continue my scolding on him tomorrow.
"By the way Arthur why don't you join us for breakfast ?" Lucy asked me while having a grin on her face. My belly was actually shouting for food after all I haven't eaten anything.
I nodded with a big smile "Yeah sure" I walk past from Steve who followed me silently from behind.
I sat on the chair of the dining table while lucy served me juices, pancakes, and omelets without wasting time I dig in.
"Arthur?" Lucy's voice rang in my ears, I gazed up at her. "Yes?" I ask, continuously filling my mouth with pancakes and juice.
"Sorry to say but I think you haven't eaten anything lately," she says, expressing sadness in her voice.
"Yeah, We are working on a big project and last night I was so exhausted that when I went home I don't realize how fast I fall asleep when I laid on the bed and in the morning I was looking something to make for breakfast but I forget to buy groceries and then I hear about steve's health from mike so I thought I should personally pay him a visit" I explained and she looked at me for a moment before she gives me a small sad smile.
"That's very sweet of you to think about steve, but Arthur don't you think it's time for someone else to cook food for you and took good care of you," she said and I raised my brows in confusion.
"Yeah she is right, Why don't you hire a maid who will cook for you-" Lucy cuts off Steve in the middle.
"I am not talking about a maid, Steve, I want Arthur to get married so his wife will take care of him after all he is still young, rich and handsome" she specifies, and we both nod.
"But I never thought about marriage and all" I cleared and she shrugs.
"So what? Why don't you date my friends they are great I am sure one of them will definitely suit your taste " she replied with smirked.
"As you say but what if I don't like any of your friends, I don't want to hurt them," I told her, looking at my plate.
"Don't worry about it so it means you are ready to meet them, aren't you?" She asked and I nodded, it's no hurt to meet them at least who knows if I get the girl of my dreams.
"Yes," that's all I said.