"I am coming "He said and cut the call before looking at the panoramic view of the city from the glass wall of his office.
Taking his seat, he yawned and looked at the glass wall that gave him a perfect view of his office. People mechanically typing in their pc, some people talking and mingling - most probably gossiping about him. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
Always the hot topic of office gossip but mostly, it didn't bother him but given the news that has been circulating around his office and now the media, he has no other option but to act in a certain way.
"Sir, the file that your father has asked me for ,I have prepared an entire project. And he asked me to tell you about the collaboration between Jonson Corporation and told me to let you lead the deal with them." A man in his late fifties stated as he placed the file in front of him and nodded in his direction.
"Mr. Richard, please let my dad know that I have a few important things to finish so I won't be able to handle this." He sighed, took the fidget spinner from the back of his pocket and spinned it with his left hand.
"But your parents have strictly told me to let you do this.This is going to help you-" Mr. Richard paused and looked skeptical-whether he should be saying this or not, but said nonetheless, "with your image."
Embarrassment tinted his cheeks red.
After the stunts that he had been pulling , it looked best if he did what they told him.
At Least for the time being.
Here are only three things that scared Garrett Martin the most— one is a scary voice, two cockroaches —which he obviously would never admit it—and three is his parents and the last thing Garrett wanted was to sit with his family for a boring—mostly scary—family dinner. No, his parents are not scary, scary. They are very sweet and they love him— but after the last encounter he had with them, he was sure he was going to see the second—that is the scarier version of him.The last time he came to visit his family was three months back and things really didn't turn out well for him.
Not good, being an understatement.
[Flashback -On the day of Thanksgiving, three months ago]
The drawing sound of the aircraft filled the air, a man in his late twenties stood up- dressed in a skydiving suit, standing next to the door of the plane.His eyes filled with excitement as he looked down below. Next to him were two more men dressed in suits.
"Do you really want to do this?" The guy in black suit asked.
"We have only one life, Logan, and I would rather live with thrill than to die after living a monotonous boring life." That was all he said before taking the jump. Yanking the yellow and white braided rope with every muscle of his body, the parachute whooshed open. The adrenaline rush to be almost thousands feet above the ground- the world through his eyes- looked nothing but like a miniature world. The skyscrapers that almost touched the sky looked tiny from a distance. He could feel the rush of wind against his face as he floated towards the ground, the ground came closer and closer.
Upon reaching the ground, a team of people helped him get rid of the harness and parachute.
"Trust Garrett Martin to literally skydive his way to his family thanksgiving gathering." Logan, the guy in black suit, chuckled as he made his way toward him.
"I won't be Garrett Martin if I were to make a normal entrance.You should know by now that my middle name is extravagant." Garrett smirked as he turned to look at Logan, " Now shall we?" He pointed toward the latest model of Lamborghini and gestured to him to follow.
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The car speeded through the busy streets of New York. Passing through the concrete jungle.
"Hey, are you going to your penthouse before joining your family, or will you be meeting with them directly now?" Logan popped open a can of bear , taking a sip he looked at Garrett, who looked rather lost in thought.
"I— I really don't know." He answered, his gaze never never once wavering from the view of the busy streets.
And then he turned, his eyes looking down toward the can of bear that was on Logan's hand, his eyes snapped back to meet Logan's. Smirking , he snatched the drink and gulped it down in a go.
"I will drop you to your place while I, need to take care of a very important matter." He gave Logan a knowing look before turning around.
"Has anybody ever told you that you are the biggest asshole?" Logan laughed and looked at him , before continuing, "don't answer that because I know, asshole is your middle name."
"You bet it is."
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"Oh,Garrett!" The bed rocked violently as a result of the activity that was going on.
"I love it when you do that." A shriek followed by multiple moans.
"You are such a good girl, Lidia." He panted as he fell on top of her.
"My name is not,Lidia" She frowned and pushed him away from her.
"Livia?" He looked at her nervously.
Her face contoured from calmness to anger. "It's Lillzy, you forker!" She got down from his bed in anger and took the first thing that she could find—her bra.
She threw it at him , followed by his boxers and whatever she could find.
And that is when the door creaked open.
"Surprise!" His mother and father stood on the threshold of his door, their expression going from excitement to confusion to shame to anger and what not.
His mother was the first one to react. She placed—or rather shoved the bag of what looked like food on his father's hand and looked at him, and then the girl— who was now looking out of the place and embarrassed.
"Please get out." She narrowed her eyes at her son before shouting, "Salir ahora!"
The girl, Lillzy, quickly wore her dress before scrambling out of the apartment.
As soon as the door closed with a thud, Garrett was ready to run for his dear life.
"Garrett Alejandro Martin, if you don't want me to woop your ass, you dare move from your place!"
"Mamá, let me explain."
"Explain? You want to explain?" She said in her thick Spanish accent. Her eyes narrowed as she took a step closer, "Antonio! Give me my weapon," she raised her hand and his father didn't take a second to place the French bread—his favorite—in her hand.
"First, you have a girl in your room doing god knows what," She charges at him.with the bread stick,"así es como te crié? And then you already were in the news for wearing nothing but your boxers last week in a public place, el sastre de tarzán te hace la ropa?"
Does Tarzan's tailor make your clothes?
His cheeks tinted red in shame as he remembered the incident.
And that is how he has spent his time with his family—explaining why he has a bra on his face and a half naked woman on his bed. Followed by his mother making sure she gives him the toughest punishment in the history of punishment— cleaning his entire penthouse without house help and sanitizing every corner.
Yes, his father was a billionaire—which would change soon he was confident about that—but for them he was just their child who needed to learn his lesson.
[End of flashback]
Snapping out of his thoughts,he rubbed his ears. The flashback of how his mother twisted his ears and pulled him out of his apartment was still vivid. And now here he was again, on his way to visit his parents after three whole months, but this time hoping against hope to change his spoiled image.
For him, nothing has changed in the span of three months, but the only thing that he wants now is the post.
He parked his car and got there before making his way to the mansion.
"Mamá, Papá."
"Mi hijo, take a seat." His mother said with a straight face as she took a sip of tea. He knew something was not right that very moment, because she called him mi hijo instead of Mi pollito, and that was enough to know that he was in real trouble.