Royal poured himself another glass of whiskey as he listened to yet another disappointing report from his personal assistant , Matt .
Matt had stopped talking when he realized that his boss no longer listened to what he was saying , he just focused on the whiskey that his boss was pouring himself , he had been the one to procure the whiskey so he knew just how aged and tasteful it was .
Royal gulped down the glass and was about to pour another one when he realized that Matt had not said anything in a few minutes .
He lifted his face to observe Matt whose eyes were glued to the bottle of whiskey causing Royal to grimace .
Whoever heard of a personal assistant that had too much of a fondness for his boss's alcohol ?
He gestured to where the glass cups had been turned over on the table in the middle of the empty lounge .
" There are glasses there , pour yourself a drink and stop looking like you have been starved ", Royal stated as he poured his second glass , added ice and returned to his seat that faced the pool.
He took slow sips as he watched the water in the pool bubble over from the Jets inside the pool .
He was supposed to be relaxing and enjoying his day off but he could not because of one tiny , insignificant tick that kept pressing on his mind whenever he wanted to relax .
Matt came to join him , he had no Ice in his glass and he was staring off like he always did whenever he had a taste of a drink .
" So , what did the firm say this time ? ", Royal asked tentatively .
He was sure that he had made them an offer that was beyond tempting , there was no way that they would refuse that offer .
Matt cleared his throat slowly .
" The firm gladly accepted the offer like you thought sir but the problem is the writer herself , I heard she did not give them the slightest attention when she was told . She refuses to meet with Princess regardless of what you offer the firm , completely refuses ", Matt reports and takes another sip as he finishes his report .
" They also refused to give us any personal information on the writer or her direct editor that might help us find her ".
Royal was beginning to get competitive about all this , it was just one thing that his sister had asked of him and he had not been able to do it for her .
When his sister had requested to meet a writer and not a celebrity or an athlete , He had ordered for it to be made possible immediately but then It had then suddenly become impossible .
" Did you talk to Patrick ? ", Royal asked finally, Patrick was his last hope with this annoying writer .
Patrick was their secret tech guy that knew everything and would tell you for the right pay , Royal was also pretty sure that Patrick was a criminal of sorts .
Matt perked forward at the mention of Patrick , Royal had figured out after a few seconds of their first meeting with Patrick that his secretary liked the bad boy style and he especially liked Patrick .
" Yes , we spoke for a while today and he said that he could of course help , he said he would get whatever Information you needed to you tomorrow ", Matt stated with a dreamy look on his face .
Royal shook his head and scoffed , why not today ?
What happened to today ?
He could already picture Matt telling Patrick to take his time and not rush .
Royal turned and glared at him , he sometimes questioned how Matt had secured a job as the personal assistant to the most important personnel at St. Queens but then he would remember that he had chosen Matt for the position himself and blame himself again .
He honestly had no excuses to give his sister anymore but he could not afford to tell her that the meeting would no longer be possible because the level of excitement she had maintained since he had suggested the lunch was more than he had noticed in her for the past couple of years combined .
He was returning home later today and he was going to have to tell his baby sister another disappointing story of how he had not been able to get her favourite writer to have lunch with her after he had bragged that he would make it happen in a couple of hours that had quickly become weeks .
Royal pulled at his black locks in frustration and turned to Matt .
" Why are you here then? You could have just told me over there phone , you are becoming really hardworking this days Riveria ".
Matt smiled down at his glass making Royal smile .
Of course , Matt had not just come in on his off day for no reason and he was too honest to keep it to himself , all you had to do was wait the few seconds before he confessed because he could not bear it any longer .
" I knew you would be opening this whiskey today , that is why I made a personal report so I could have a sip too ", Matt stated quietly .
" Hmmm ", Royal commented for lack of a more detailed comment .
He watched Matt stand up from the chair he had taken and return the glass to the countertop of the bar before picking his clutch that had a large Valentino written on it and turning back around to face Royal .
" I will mail you a copy of your schedule for Monday , good day sir ", Matt said and left the lounge .
Royal waved at him and was just about to relax into his chair when his phone rang , he picked it up and held it up to see who was calling .
It was Carlos , his best friend who was supposed to have been here hours ago , relaxing with him .
He picked the call and put it on speaker , wherever Carlos was calling from was very loud , too loud for before noon .
" What's up , big man ?!? ", Carlos greeted loudly with his voice already carrying a slur that showed that he had possibly been drinking for a good while now .
" Carlos? What the fuck man ? You should have been here for hours now ? Did you forget that we were supposed to chill together today ? Did you ditch hanging out with me on my first day off in such a long while just to attend a party ? ", Royal asked shocked , honestly , he was not that shocked .
He was actually more shocked that he still got surprised by Carlos' attitude .
Carlos laughed raunchily into the phone .
" Come on Royal , My man , I did not ditch you to go to a party , I ditched you for some pussy . And before you ask , yes , I would ditch you any day for some good pussy ", Carlos screamed into the phone , earning a couple of laughs from the people around him .
Royal grimaced and was about to hang up the phone when Carlos belched loudly and began to scream again .
" Royal , My man , what is the fucking password to the fucking gate , it won't budge . Wasn't the password my birthday ? ", He asked incredulously .
Royal blinked , taken aback .
" Why would I make your birthday the password to my house ? Does that even make sense to you and where are you ? ", Royal asked as he got up and stuck his leg back into his flip-flops .
Carlos laughed some more and some other people laughed not far from him too .
Royal headed to the bar top to pour himself some more whiskey , he would need more alcohol to deal with drunk Carlos , he reached the bar and reached for the bottle of whiskey where he had left it when he realized that the whiskey bottle was gone .
He hurriedly looked around and saw that the bottle was indeed gone .
Royal took a deep breath and looked around , it was really gone .
His personal assistant had stolen his best bottle of whiskey , what did he expect when he had seen Matt's stupidly large clutch ?
He was about to call his personal assistant and ask him why he had stolen his whiskey when he realized that he was still on call with Carlos .
" Yo Carlos , you know my assistant just stole my bottle of whiskey ? ", He asked, still unable to completely believe the situation .
Carlos guffawed from the receiver.
" What do you mean your assistant stole your box of condoms ? ", Carlos asked and laughed along with whoever was with him .
Royal shook his head , he ought to stop expecting anything from Carlos , it was clearly getting out of hand .
" Man , what the fuck is your password ? I tried my birthday , my dad's birthday , my mum's birthday and even Sharron from gym's birthday , everyone is wrong ", Carlos wailed into the phone .
Royal paused what he was doing .
"Why would I have a password with the birthday of your gym crush ? Wait , where are you ? ", He asked .
Carlos scoffed loudly .
" What have I been saying to you all this while ? I have been telling you to tell me the fuckin password so I can fucking bring the party to you ", Carlos yelled and ended the call .
Royal put on a shirt and walked out of the lounge and walked past the pool that was shooting jets at an alarming rate .
The gate was a set of cast iron and beyond it Royal could see Carlos' car , it was a red convertible whose roof was open .
Carlos was sitting on the roof of the car while a blonde woman in a red bikini was driving the car .
Another blonde in a black bikini was in the passenger seat , they were both holding bottles of something obviously alcoholic because there was no way those smiles were not alcohol induced .
Royal walked to the gate and inputted the password , allowing the gate open up for Carlos and his friends while Carlos screamed .
" That is my man , Royal . Ain't he easy on the eyes , ladies ? ", He yelled while Whooping .
Royal watched in awe as Carlos' car drove in followed by another car and another car .
A total of five cars came in when it was supposed to have been Royal and his best friend from preschool hanging out .
Carlos jumped out of the car and ran to him .
He was putting on only a pair of red speedos and was waving wildly as he ran forward to hug Royal .
His short hair was standing on end and his olive skin was shining like it always did .
Strangers probably followed Carlos around because they guessed he would prefer a career as a cover model over serial killing .
Royal was sure that if he looked up embarrassing , he would find a very large picture of Carlos in a speedo .
There was no point avoiding the hug so he just let Carlos take him on .
" What's up ??? ", Carlos yelled at Royal .
He turned and pointed at all of the women and men in bikinis and other pool wears .
"We were all having a party and then I told them that the CEO of St. Queen who was my best friend was feeling lonely and they all offered to come cheer you up !!! Isn't that wonderful ? ", Carlos yelled some more .
Royal nodded , it was wonderful that they followed a total stranger , it was .
Carlos suddenly turned back around as they headed back into the lounge where music had somehow come on and the lights had become disco lights .
" Guess who else I manned up and invited ? ", Carlos yelled .
Royal did not want to guess anything, he was already tired and wishing he could go back to work .
" I fucking invited Sharron from gym and she Is on her way here with a friend for you , isn't that wonderful man ? Tell me how do I look ? "
Royal did not listen anymore to what it was that Carlos was saying , now he was having an unplanned date ?
All he had really just wanted was to drink some fine whiskey and talk about anything with his friend but that must have been too much to ask because now he had to endure a party that was supposedly in his honour.
In all this,Royal knew exactly who to blame.
Who other than the insane , narcissistic writer Ava Maxx would have caused this stream of ill luck for him?