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Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Kai’s Point of View
“Noah, I need you to listen to me. You should move back to the house. Kade is older than you, and he still stays in the house. Don’t you think you’re doing too much?” I put the phone away from my ear as I climbed out of bed, sitting at the edge with my face buried in my palms.
Not again. This was a bad way to start my day.
It’s six in the fucking morning, and she had the energy to call me to talk about bullshit? It didn’t help that I answered the phone while I was half asleep if I knew she was the one calling me. I would never have answered.
“Noah? Noah?” My mother’s voice rang out from the other side of the phone. I leaned back slightly, glaring at the device
“I told you not to call me that,” I growled in annoyance. She never stopped calling me the moniker she had given me, even though I don’t use the name anymore. “My name is Kai. What kind of mother doesn’t address her son properly!”
“Even though you only use it as a moniker for a few months, it’s a name I gave to you at your birth.” She argued, and I rolled my eyes. “I’s no less than your real name!”
“I don’t like it!” I yelled back in frustration.
I hated the name.
I hated anything that reminded me of the boy I used to be.
The name is one of it.
“It doesn’t have any influence over me since the entire world knows me as Kai Hezron, and I am my father’s son.” I retorted.
This was one of the various reasons I never enjoyed talking to my mother. She always called at odd hours and asked me to come home. Whenever I refuse, she makes pointless arguments and this time, it’s annoying.
“I know you value your heritage as a Hezron, but even though you’re your father’s son, it doesn’t make you any less mine.” She replied to me, her voice a little lighter, and it came out nasal.
“But I need you to forget about the irrelevant things and move back with us. Your father thinks you left because you’re irresponsible. You know how much he values the connection of the family. And Celine uses it against you during the family dinner.” Her voice drops. “Perhaps, I am lonely here without you.”
I scoffed again, not buying it. I don’t care about what Celine says about me.
Celine, Kade, even Father, they can all go fuck themselves.
“If indeed my father thinks I am irresponsible, then I believe he would be the one calling me,” I answered, not entirely convinced, but I believed he wasn’t the type of person to hide his disappointment; especially at an illegitimate son like me. “I successfully land a business deal last week, and he didn’t seem displeased in any way when I discussed the outcome of the deal with him.”
“Will you listen to your mother for once in your life, Noah?” She snapped, her raging voice scratching the walls of my ears, and I rolled my eyes for the fifth time since this conversation.
I just told this woman not to call me Noah.
I heard her sniff. Was she crying?
She knew that wouldn’t work on me. Her tears only strengthened my resolve to do as I pleased.
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“You don’t know how things get in this house sometimes without you. I have to face Kade and Celiese, their taunts and othe Those pair are quite scary.” She sniffed even more, and I grimaced. I know why she needed my presence, she needed in show off to her rival. That was my stepmother.
It was probably because of my recent success in the company. Being home with them will only cause more rift, and 1 dor want to be a part of that shit anymore.
“If there is nothing else you want to tell me, then I’ll go back to sleep.” I picked the phone from the pillow and she yelled, swearing at me and daring me to disconnect her. Which I didn’t mind. Her long rants suddenly ended when I ended the call.
I let out a small sigh, a bit relieved that her nagging voice was gone; I stretched slightly,
I am never going back to that house.
Ever since I left to remain independent, I only go there during important things like a family meeting, and I trust Mr. Hendrix, my father’s personal assistant, to inform me of the date and time; If there would be any.
There is no way I would leave the comfort of my solitude to go through all the things I went through as a child again.
“Good morning, boss.” Without knocking, the petite woman burst through the door. My head snapped up in surprise. My soul almost left my body, but I soon relaxed when I noticed the red hair of my personal assistant.
There was a small smile hanging on her lips and my nose scrunched up in disgust.
Why was she looking so damned happy? And what was the reason for her sudden radiance?
“What’s so good about this morning?” I wondered. She froze for a while, and my eyes darted to the clock that was at the edge of my bedside table. “At least you’re not late today.”
She remained silent, not even uttering a word of apology or confusion.
I hated just how composed she always was. Even when she was on the edge of tears last night, it took everything she had not to break down.
When I noticed she was about to shed tears on a man who wasn’t me, it fueled my anger and made me step in to help her.
Her tears should belong to me alone.
Her pleas and cries should belong to me alone.
And that some landlord was about to get that satisfaction before me pissed me the fuck off.
“You should get to work,” I said curtly, getting up from the bed. “Unfortunately, I haven’t taken my bath yet.”
“I can wait outside.” She answered almost immediately, and I shook my head.
“No, there will be no need for that.” I pointed to the heap of papers that was on the study table in my room. Most of them had no use, but I had asked some maids to gather them from the storage room. “You should arrange them while I prepare for work.”
“Yes, boss.” With no argument, she strolled towards the table and diligently started arranging the papers. I tightened my fist in anger, irritated that she had just done as I had ordered with no resistance.
Just what the hell is this woman’s deal? I wonder why her emotions affected me so much.
“Here, do this again,” I said, giving the papers back to her. “I don’t like the font.”
“Here you go.” She answered, handing me another paper almost immediately. “I already prepared the document in the three of the different fonts you chose yesterday.”
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I could feel my forehead wrinkle almost immediately. What is this supposed to mean? I received the documents from her anyway, my eyes scanning through it.
“The size is-“I complained, but before I could finish, she handed me some other document.
“I made them in both larger and smaller sizes, just in case.” A simple smile sprawled across her face, and I felt my anger boiling inside me.
Was she trying to be smart with me?
“What is this Miss Findley?” I asked, as irritated as ever, and that calm expression remained.
“It’s difficult to figure out what pleases you. I am just trying to survive.” She answered in the same tone that pissed me the fuck off.
“Then in your journey of pleasing me, have you considered just how you’re wasting my resources?” she became silent. I let out a sigh. “If you’re so eager to please me, then shouldn’t you wait to find out what makes me happy? You’re being no fun right now.”
“What?” A small gasp escaped her when I suddenly tugged the papers out of her hands.
“What are you going to do if your suffering pleases me? Since you want to please me so bad.” I mocked, tearing off every document she had prepared. “I want you to start all over again, from the beginning, because it pleases me. I want you to do it as much as many times as I tell you to because it pleases me. Until you’re tired, until you’re out of breath, and until you have no strength left in you. Because it pleases me.”
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