The Diary of A Rich CEO

The Narrator's Intervention

Chapter 3:

Samuel: “Mom, I’m finished. God said that George will be in a better place now, and that his current situation is not his final resting place.”

All the adults look at each other and nod their heads in total agreement.

Samuel: “Thom, when did you get here?”

Roselline: in a sweet little tiny voice “It must have been while you were praying”

Samuel: “But I did not hear them enter.”

Roselline: “Just like we did not hear you praying.”

The adults all start laughing as they began to get up from where they were seated, Thom goes to sit with Samuel to talk about George, Thomas notices and Jasmine signals to him saying “Let’s leave them to talk” Thomas agrees and takes George’s tank with him as they all head outside of Samuel’s room, as Roselline and the others had already started clearing the room before them.

Samuel: “God said that I should catch another George from Mommy’s pond. Are you coming with me?”

Thom: “You bet I am. Can I take my super savior transformer in case bad fishes try to attack us?”

Samuel: “Yeah, and we can invite Roselline and she can take her mega ultra transformer to be with us on the good side for a change.”

Thom: “Roselline bringing him to be on the good side? Never gonna happen.”

They both start laughing with each other, Samuel starts telling Thom about what had happened with George, and Thom begins telling him about a similar incident that he saw in a movie, but in which the fish all ran away through a window while they were tied up in bags, and across the street escaping into the ocean while the man was cleaning the aquarium.

Meanwhile, it is getting late and everyone who isn’t setting up for dinner, is doing cleanup, and those who are not busy showering are busy doing whatever they can find to do. It is a big mansion, They all utilized their numbers and gave a keen check of everything.

They all prepare for a festive, love-filled evening. The house smells like Jamaican cooking on a Sunday – mixed with chefs from different races, lavender and pineapples air freshener scents lingered in crevices, corners, and in the open. The aerodynamics of the house is designed to accommodate a perfect wind flow from whichever end of the house that the wind enters through.

Ana: “Couldn’t someone have woken me up?” she asks while rubbing her puffy eyes. “Everyone looks so happy. What did you guys do without me this time?”

Hello there, I'm Thomas, that was my unmarried wife Ana, and this is my diary.

Ana is always a quiet woman; she sleeps a lot, because she takes little break from work. When I'm not telling her that she deserves a break from all her digital marketing stuff that I know little about – because I took all my business ideas from ChatGPT, and thought to myself that that was enough to boost my business; by simply creating it. However, she never listens to me, so here I am, being wrong again. I learned to let my workaholic wife work however she pleases, and just never complain anymore.

I drool excessively when I'm watching her work. She always wears skin-tight skirts that slightly ride up her thighs whenever she sits; revealing her light br, golden–coloredred skin. Her bad habit where she rests her pen inside of her mouth, locks her teeth onto it whenever she starts brainstorming and is thinking about her next move; I think so much harder simultaneously. She crosses her legs and slightly twists her office chair side to side, she leaves her undershirt unbuttoned while she stays fixated on her computer screen, “It lets the good vibes in” she claims, I generally agree, and enjoy the view.

As for me…

I was born in a small half-urban, half-rural community in Jamaica, growing up among my sisters and my mother in a small two-bedroom house. One full house that I was cursed to live in as the only boy. Living with a house full of women is not an easy task “Ouch! Hunni, what did I do?” Okay, I’m sorry. Living in a house full of women is the best thing in the world, I can’t imagine my life being spent in any other way.

“See what I mean?” That was my Pregnant wife, Lilly

I never had toys, I had sisters; older, and younger than I was. I was a shy boy in primary school, and I was in my early high school years, but somehow I end up securing a beautiful life with eight unimaginably gorgeous, beautiful, and extremely intelligent females. I’m generally much smarter than they are, but I won't stay focused on talking about me for these remaining two hundred words.

The first time Daisy saw me, “That’s my thick, sweet. Round buttux, alpha wolf that leads my pack” I knew she was checking me out, she had that “let me just sit here and pretend that I’m not looking at this guy that is about to come and ask me out that I’ve obviously never seen before” attitude, just sitting there minding her own business as if she had a right to. So I got out of my car, I had just arrived at the take-out spot because I had came to get something to eat, I walked right over to the shop's open window and collected my meal, and went straight back to my car, my good old reliable.

I could feel my heart pounding outside my chest, I made my way back to my car instead of walking over to her, I started my engine and got the hell out of there. I drove home thinking about her short, natural, and neatly groomed mixed-texture hair. Her simple style of dressing was simply had me mesmerized. I drove home slowly, stuck in my regrets, and thinking that I would never see her again.