Grumpy Billionaire and his Unlucky Assistant

CHAPTER 3

Damien

I closed my laptop and concluded that I was done for the day even though it was just twelve noon. I was the boss and the company belonged to me so it didn't matter whatever I did. It just so happened that I had a headache and working through the pain wasn't working. I always had headache, especially since I decided to marry her. It was a decision that I wished I had control over but I had no choice so I agreed and now, I was suffering for it.

My father had called me while he was on his deathbed one day. I could still remember his lean body, slowly losing life.

"Father?"

"Damien," he called weakly. "Have a seat."

After I was seated beside him, he began to speak with all the strength he could muster. "There are some things that I did in the past to ensure you have a good life. One of this was to form a strong partnership with my good friend." He coughed before he continued.

"In exchange for helping finance my project some years back, I agreed to seek his daughter's hand in marriage."

I shook my head. "You know you shouldn't have done that. Now, the company is doing so well you can pay them back."

"But aren't you excited about the thought of having a companion? Someone who will further help the company."

I had thought for some weeks, even after his demise. Finally, I agreed to go with the plan. What could go wrong? Not like I was planning to be with someone for love. And Irene, the woman betrothed to me, was the perfect woman for that kind of relationship.

What a big mistake I made!

I entered my house later that day, taking in the peaceful ambiance of my surroundings. The scent of the freshly plucked flower engulfed the air, the sunlight streaming down the Italian window, as it cast its rays on the artwork.

As I moved further into the mansion, my steps echoed off the hardwood floor, the soft rustling of the fabric of my expensive suit, the only sound that punctuated the air.

The dining room was poorly illuminated by the chandelier which hung on the ceiling, casting soft rainbow colors on the floor beneath.

"You're back, darling." Irene called as she rushed over to me.

My countenance fell and I brushed her off before retiring to sit on the sofa.

"I didn't expect you to return so soon, sweetheart. I was just about to ask you to get me a bag from Beij store." She said, scrolling through her phone.

"Why don't you go get it yourself?"

Irene paused to flash me a glare. "It's called Chivalry, Damien. Incase you don't know." I braced myself for the next hours of sermon. "You know, our marriage just keeps going down the hill because you don't listen to me."

"And do you ever listen to me?" I returned.

Her eyes shot fire at me. "I don't care. You are my husband, so f*****g act like one."

I wanted to remind her that I agreed to marry her to honour a written agreement but it wasn't worth another years long sermon from her. I grabbed my phone and called Mike, my friend.

"Hey, Mike," I called at my friend and business partner. "Are you free tonight?"

"What the hell? You're really asking me this? I can't believe it." Mike laughed in excitement and I could not blame him. I was always buried deep in work that I had little or no time for fun.

"Say whatever you want, fool. I just need to clear my head."

"Well, if you say so, I guess there's one place you can really clear your head." He stretched the last words, making me roll my eyes inwardly. "I'll send you the location and time. Ensure you drive there."

"I will".