Taming Demi's Mom (ONGOING)

Chapter 41

{LIAM}

~AFTER 3 YEARS

COCK the gun. Aim at the target. Balance your weight. Feel your adrenaline rush. and pull the trigger. The target has been shot in the heart. That's how I used my gun properly so that I wouldn't miss the hit on my target.

Every time I go shooting, I don't use any headphones. I love hearing the sound of the gunshots. It's my therapy. It makes me feel relaxed.

After getting tired of what I was doing, I sat at the table behind me. I jumped into the seat. I was sweating because of the hot temperature here. I grabbed the towel on the side of the table and wrapped it around my neck. I was just wearing a tank top and tight-fitted black ripped jeans. This is my comfortable wear when I'm doing this thing.

I put the gun beside me. Gun shooting has been my hobby, and it has become a part of my everyday routine. I started as a playful and clean billionaire, but I ended up being a ruthless and grumpy billionaire. I used to be a happy-go-lucky man, but now I'm serious about my life. I used to be a funny joker, but now hearing jokes and laughter irritates my whole being. And I'm loving this version of myself now.

"I know he's here!" I heard the familiar voice of a woman.

"Ma'am, Sir Jackson is not here right now," the guard pleaded with Sabrina like I instructed him to do.

Oh, f**k! That woman. We're playing this hide-and-seek game every day. Why can't she just leave me alone when I clearly state every damn day that I don't like her and there's not a chance I would? Am I the only man in the world? But I can't blame her; with my looks and wealth, no woman can resist me. They are getting head-over-heels with me.

"If he's not here, why are you forbidding me to enter? Don't you dare block my way, or I will sue you!" Sabrina shouted at the security guard.

Shit! I really need to get out of here. She's like a leech, and she'll latch onto me if she sees me. I immediately jumped down from the table. I needed to hide somewhere else here. I thought of hiding on the side of the locker because it was close to the door. Once Sabrina was inside, I would sneak out. I knew I would be obvious, but I didn't care, as long as I could run away from that woman.

After a while, I heard the noisy sound of her high heels. She entered while the security guard followed closely behind. They were right in front of me, but Sabrina's eyes were focused on the view ahead. The security guard and I made eye contact, and I signaled him not to make anything stupid.

Before Sabrina could look in my direction, I immediately ran for the door and pulled the security guard with me. After that, I closed the door so forcefully that it made a loud bang. I took the guard's handcuffs from his waist and used them to secure the door.

"Just open it, maybe after 5 minutes," I told the security guard, who now seemed uneasy. He shouldn't be afraid of Sabrina. Her threats were just words.

The next thing I heard was Sabrina banging on the door, so I didn't waste any more time. I quickly left the place. I even forgot my gun! Never mind; I'll come back for it. I know no one would dare touch my things, especially my gun, unless they wanted to be my substitute target instead of those paper cartoons.

I immediately hopped into my car and drove away. After a couple of hours of driving, I found myself in Verona, in front of Romeo and Juliet's house. I don't know why I'm here. I slammed my hand on the steering wheel in frustration. I knew it; this place was really a curse, like people said.

Okay, since I'm already here, I might as well get out of my car. I walked through this familiar archway, observing the numerous sticky notes plastered on the walls along the way. There were so many that I couldn't count them all. Until I stopped at a particular spot and faced the wall, my eyes caught a very familiar sticky note.

I rested my left hand on the wall, furrowing my brow as I stared at it. I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I pointed and gestured at that specific sticky note.

"You're a pretty good liar, huh?" I sarcastically remarked to the sticky note.

I was interrupted when my cellphone suddenly rang. My secretary was calling.

"Sir, your conference meeting is about to start. The board of directors is looking for you," Hans said in a panicked tone.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes," I replied to him, quickly ending the call before he could say anything again.

I took large strides as I walked back to my car. I started it up swiftly, almost flying in my Lamborghini Veneno towards the company. Upon arrival, I quickly got out and handed the keys to a waiting staff member of my company, who would park them in the garage of my company premises.

As I entered the entrance, three male staff members greeted me. One had a formal suit coat, which he put on me. Another replaced my rubber shoes with black ones, while the third tied my undercut bun hair.

After they finished their tasks, I sprinted to the elevator and headed to the 10th floor of the building. Before finally entering the conference room, I took a moment to calm myself. I was slightly out of breath from the run. I badly want to collapse in bed and sleep the day away.

As I was about to open the door, someone had already done it. Our eyes met, Mr. Rocco, one of the board of directors. Behind him, the others were lined up, ready to come out. Boredom was evident on their faces. I furrowed my eyebrows at them.

"Let's start the meeting, shall we?" I stated firmly.

They had no choice but to return to their seats. I closed the door behind me and took my place at the front as the CEO and the new owner of my father's company.

I HEARD the door of my office open. Who in their right mind wouldn't knock before entering my office when I haven't given consent to do so? Anyone daring enough to enter my office without permission would face consequences.

I angrily opened my eyes, and Enzo's smiling face greeted me. He was already seated on the chair in front of my table. I hated his smile. I leaned back in my swivel chair and firmly closed my eyes again. I wanted peace of mind right now, but this man appeared like a mushroom, disrupting me.

"Don't you even bother asking why I'm here?" he questioned me.

"Why don't you tell it yourself? I don't want to waste my saliva on you," I sternly replied to him.

I immediately stood up from my swivel chair out of shock as he threw one of the folders from my desk onto my face. Fortunately, the papers inside didn't scatter on the floor due to the clip.

I gave Enzo a death glare. "How dare you do that to me?" I angrily questioned him while pointing a finger at his face.

He swatted my hand away. "Childish. This afternoon is Jessica, your niece's birthday. Go, bring a gift, and bring Uncle," he told me, and then he stood up from the chair in front of my desk.

"I am still on duty. We'll settle our arguments later," he added before leaving my office. He was still in his police uniform, no wonder.

I sat back in my swivel chair, irritated, but the office door suddenly swung open again. I shot an angry look at Enzo.

"What?" I asked him with irritation, almost shouting.

It turned out to be one of the staff who entered. Tsk! Even he doesn't know how to knock on the door and ask for my permission before entering my goddamned office.

"Sir, you called for me," Aaron said to me. I could see fear in his eyes, probably because I shouted at him. He's been here long enough. He should be used to me.

I sat back in my swivel chair and let out a sigh, rubbing my temples.

"Where is my damn coffee? I've been waiting for it for ages!" I sternly asked him.

It had been almost 5 minutes, and my coffee still hadn't arrived. I've been getting cold in this office. But I'm too lazy to lower the temperature of the air conditioner.

"Sir, you only called for me just now. Hanna is the one you instructed to get your coffee," Aaron said to me, sounding almost scared.

I looked at him seriously. A couple of seconds had passed.

"What are you waiting for? Come here, so I can devour you alive!" I sternly remarked, making his eyes widen in shock at my words.

"S—Sir?" He almost stuttered in his response to me.

"Are you going to take this folder, or do you want me to send it flying towards you?" I threatened him as I pointed to that specific folder.

He quickly approached my desk and took the blue-colored folder.

"Double-check those reports. I don't want a single mistake there, understood?" I calmly instructed him now. He might collapse from excessive fear, so I tried to calm my voice.

"Yes, sir!" He quickly responded, bowing his head.

"You may now get out of my office," I told him, and he promptly followed.

He closed the door behind him, and once again, a profound silence filled the four corners of my office. I swiveled my chair, reached for the curtain remote on the side of the desk, and pressed the open button.

Two large, thick curtains in black slowly parted before me, allowing the light to flood into my room. The bright sky greeted me, with towering buildings below. Emotionless, I stared at the stunning view in front of me. Although it was beautiful, I could no longer feel any emotion other than grumpiness and seriousness. But this was better this way, because I can no longer feel pain or love.

"UNCLE Jackson!" Jessica joyfully called me when she saw me entering their house.

She was already 9 years old. I smiled genuinely at her. As we approached each other, I bent down for her to give me a brief hug around my neck.

"Happy birthday, Jessica," I greeted her with a smile, handing her the gift she wished for—a human-sized teddy bear.

Shortly after, her younger sister, Melissa, who was only four years old, appeared by her side. I took out a chocolate bar from my pocket and handed it to her. Her face lit up immediately. And she jumped because of too much happiness. I know that she loves chocolates.

I held both of their hands, and the three of us walked towards the dining area. I was hungry as well. I didn't eat lunch, so I could fully enjoy the food here. I'd be the only one indulging in Jessica's food celebration since I was their only guest. It was one of the reasons I confidently came today because, during the birthdays of the siblings or Enzo, they never invited our relatives from our mother's side. They disliked me, particularly my grandparents. Even though Enzo was favored by them and our other relatives, he never liked them.

"Have your meal first. You can stay overnight, and we'll have a drinking session later," Enzo greeted me. Tsk! All he ever thinks about is alcohol. But I'm all in to that.

"Dad won't be able to join us until later. He has an important meeting with a client," I informed him, as he seemed to be searching for something behind me.