Mess
THIRD PERSON
Unfortunately, zane couldn't remember what happened last night, especially the sword fight. however, as he tried to remember what happened, little by little, it's becoming clear to him that it was really the heir who he slept with.
While zane is plotting to kill the young master, Max is on his way to the company.
As the chef suspected, the heir is grinning as if there's no tomorrow, figuring that the chef is probably awake by now.
"Anton, pick the best photo from my gallery and post it on all my social media accounts. Now," he commanded, gazing at the towering skyscrapers of the city.
The heir is enjoying his moment, feeling nostalgic when the car abruptly stops midway, causing him to faceplant against the seat in front of him.
"Hey, drive safely! You're ruining my precious moment!" he spat, clearly annoyed.
"Sorry, Sir. Someone jaywalked in front, so I have to hit the brake."
"Next time, run them over. They're the ones breaking the rules," Max scolded. Although some of his statements were right, running over jaywalkers isn't recommended. Even if they are at fault, it's better to adjust and be humble.
"Next time, wear your seatbelt. You're also at fault," Anton commented. Max is so stubborn. No matter how many times he's reminded to wear a seatbelt while traveling, if he doesn't want to, he won't. There is no need to insist, or you'll be the one facing the heir tantrum.
The young master only shrugged and returned to his positive mood. He's still in a good mood, even with minor inconveniences. While it might not be obvious to him, it certainly is to his employees. They're relieved, as under normal circumstances, they're pretty sure, they'll hear a huge tantrum from the young master.
"We have arrived, YoungMaster," Anton said as he opened the car door for the heir.
"How's the task I assigned to you?"
"All done, Young Master. It's going viral right now."
"EXCELLENT!"
They entered the company slowly, with Max acting like a fashionista for the paparazzi.
"Master, we should go inside. You're attracting a crowd," scolded him, but Max doesn't care cause he enjoyed teasing the butler.
"Let them gather. The more, the better," he grinned as he posed for the cameras.
From an outsider's perspective, one might think, "Is he crazy?" Max's poses were exaggerated and over-the-top. He's so extra, He even lay on the ground to change positions, his smile shining brightly like the sun. His formal attire, once clean, was now dirty. He didn't mind; all he cared about was how happy he felt and a certain someone. Someone who cooks well.
"Took you long enough to get inside. Having fun with the paparazzi?," his father remarked. Despite being almost inside the building, Maximus managed to take time posing as if he were attending a gala, though he was only entering his father's building.
It seems no one can ever change this crazy behavior of the heir.
"Nah, I'm just sharing my handsomeness with my fans," he said as he sat on a nearby sofa, forming a number four with his legs.
"You and your shenanigans," his father shook his head, accustomed to his son's craziness.
"Anyway, I called you to meet your assistant today. Let me call him." Mr. MacGregor pressed some buttons, and minutes later, someone knocked, indicating the arrival of the requested person.
After welcoming the new employee, Mr. Grey MacGregor introduced the two.
"Zheng, this is my son Maximus Evander. Hell, be in your care from now on. Be strict as much as possible. If he ever plays around and doesn't take the project seriously, a smack on the head will be good enough. He always needs one to bring back his sanity. "
"DADDDD~"
"And Son, this is your assistant, Zheng. Hell be your assistant. Be good to him. Try to be normal. "
Zheng and Max shook hands for formality, exchanging "nice to meet you" "same here."
MAXIMUS
Meeting with my assistant was fun, I guess. My mind can't process all the information about the project we'll be starting next week. I told Mr. Zheng that I would watch him work, so he better show off his skills and impress me.
He didn't realize that I said those so he would work hard, trying to earn my approval while me?
I'll rest, signing contracts, agreements left and right, or whatever.
It's a genius move, right? Righty right? Heh! You can't fool the sole heir!
"MASTER!"
"WHAT?"
" I have been informed that the agreement you signed three days ago is a scam. Just as I thought, you didn't read it and signed without understanding the terms, as always."
"WHAAAAAATTTT?!"
ZANE
Frustrated and angry-you name it. Right now, I'm furious. I cooked all the dishes I knew. Four hours of nonstop cooking, I've made almost every popular Asian dish, from main course to side dishes to desserts, I got it all.
Thinking about his face, grinning widely, makes my blood boil. I resent him so much. He had the audacity to leave a thousand dollars on the bedside table with a note saying, "You taste good, baby. Next time, let's do it sober, okay?" I wouldn't be this angry if he hadn't added a self-drawn winking face with his tongue sticking out.
Just thinking about it again, I'm really going to cut his penis and disable him. Testing my patience is a no-no. He should prepare for what's coming if our paths cross again-I really won't stop until I remove that big willy of his.
"Frenny, stop cooking. I'm already full from eating all your dishes," Brando said, rubbing his bloated belly as he met my gaze sleepily.
"Who told you to eat everything I cooked? Pay for what you've eaten and leave my house," I rolled my eyes as I took off my kitchenware, exhausted from nonstop cooking.
"What time is it? Go home so you can sleep well to recharge energy enough to argue with your so-called father," I chuckled as he pouted.
"Please don't remind me that old geezer. My pimples are coming back because of him. All he does is scold me for what I do. What path I chose to. What I wear, if I use make ups, glittery skirts, . He doesn't have the right to decide what I do because clearly, it's my life!"
"And He's the reason I'm always haggard!"
I just laughed softly at his rant. Instead of comforting him or giving advice about his problems, his way of ranting, complete with hand gestures, was so amusing that it seemed trivial. He always laughed his problems like it was not a big deal to him. So sometimes, I indulge Brando's antics. Even in these small ways, I try to ease the burdens he hides and bears alone.
"How about you spend the night here? Sounds good?" I suddenly suggested.
"More than good. It's the bestest of the best!" Brando exclaimed, already heading to the bathroom for a quick shower.
'Is that even a word?'
Brando technically lives here. He has his own closet, luxurious accessories, and a customized bedroom-even better than mine. I sometimes think this is his condo.
"Let's sleep together, Zanie!" Brando said excitedly after his shower.
"No thanks."
"Not that kind of sleep, you dirty-minded dumbass!"
"Why even explain? Brando, between you and me, you're most likely the one to think that way."
"Hmmp," he said, slamming the door hard enough to make a noise, making me sigh helplessly.
Did I say something wrong again?
Sometimes, I don't understand his mood swings. A girl on her period having sudden mood changes or cravings is understandable. Brando, on the other hand, is more complex than a normal girl. He rarely shows his vulnerable side even to me, his best friend, so I do my best to make him happy by letting him do whatever he wants. Whereever he wants to go, I'm always in.
Opening his door quietly at night seems impossible when everyone is asleep.
"Zaniee?"
"Hmmm."
Brando rubbed his eyes, his disheveled hair showing he had just woken up as he sat.
"Already sleeping?" I asked as I entered the room, closing the door behind me.
"Obviously," he rolled his eyes, chuckling.
I didn't need to say anything. As soon as I made contact with the bed, I spooned Brando, who welcomed me gladly, shifting to find a comfortable spot.
He sees me as an older brother, and I see him as a younger one. Blood-related or not, I'll take care of him like real family. This guy has been through a lot. I just know it. And right now, a hug is the thing he needs the most.
HOWEVER,
Dont even dream of having a peaceful, productive year, young heir.
I DIDN'T FORGET YOU.