I stare at the clock on the wall, counting the minutes and seconds, with a glass of whiskey in one hand and my other lying lazy on my desk.
The time on the clock says 6:15pm and the several missed calls from Dylan should be enough to get me moving. But I remained seated like an inhumane statue, I couldn't care less about arriving on time.
The drive from my office to my fathers Estate is about forty five minutes, an hour if there's traffic which is very common this time of the year. Winter is drawing near and so the streets are more busier than usual, but still I remained seated without a care in the world.
It's not my intention to attend a family dinner and I'm sure as hell not going to pretend like I'm up for it. I waited patiently till the time on the clock shows 6:30pm before I put on my coat and called Joshua to get the car ready.
I glanced outside my office doors but only for a second to catch a glimpse of the brunette outside. Today she's wearing a plain black skirt and a blue sleeve, which she paired with her fucking flats, no idea why those goddamn flats keep getting on my nerves.
I walked out of the office without sparing a glance at her, I could feel her eyes on me for a few seconds before the elevator doors close. Micheal is standing behind me, dressed in a black suit and dark shades, we are still not on speaking terms.
"Good evening boss" Joshua greeted with a neutral expression on his face while he opened the door for me.
I didn't pay heed to him, I was already in a bad mood as it is and I'm sure he sensed that because he didn't bother with small talks.
Soon we are on the highway and traffic is a bitch, I have to say I'm glad, this city never ceases to amaze me.
I know how much the old man hates tardiness, in fact, his number one rule is to be punctual. I can picture the look on his face when I arrive an hour late, he's going to be displeased for sure. And I'm sure mother dearest won't start dinner without her only son present.
I tapped my fingers on the arm rest in a slow and steady rhythm, my poker face still on and eyes staring into nothing in particular. All I want to do is have Joshua turn the car around and take me back to my place, but that's going to be hard because it would upset mother dearest.
The last time I turned down one of her family dinners, she throwed a fit and faked a heart attack, just to get me to come to the house and in the end, we had the family dinner she desperately wanted.
Ever since that incident, whenever she invites me over, I always offer the excuse of a business trip or an important business meeting. But I couldn't do that this time around because of that girl.
'Would it kill her to mind her goddamn business?'
I thought of ways I could punish her for daring to do something like that but all I could think of was her tied and gagged on my head, naked with her ass in the air….
I don't know why I keep having dirty thoughts about her, inappropriate thoughts….I shouldn't. She's not my type, I prefer blondes, honestly but why in the hell do I find myself thinking about her most of the goddamn time.
'Like now'
'Fuck'
I cursed when I felt my cock harden in my pants, unlike me, he seems to enjoy this little charade very much. This is not the first time I've felt a hard on because of her, the other day I called her to my office to question her about Dylan, I was surprised to feel him down there, getting excited because of a fucking Brunette in flats.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, I leaned my head on the car head rest and try to let go of my thoughts. I had other important things to worry about than a certain brunnette, but the more I try to get her out of my head, the more I feel her fucking everywhere. Her lavender perfume…and the colour she seems to always like wearing, blue.
I didn't realise how long I had been thinking about her, by the time I opened my eyes, the Estate gates came into view. There was a Capital letter T at the top of the gate, which represents the Torrance name. There were so many times in the past that I wished I could cut off from the Torrance name, it's one of the reasons why I decided to leave the family business and start my own empire. But no matter how hard I try, I still can't cut off.
There are three mansions in the Estate, the first is my mothers, it's not as big as the main mansion but it's big enough. It has five bedrooms and it's painted white like she requested.
Next is my mansion, it's bigger than my mothers and has more rooms and a vast swimming pool at the back. I hardly ever spend the night here, only when I'm forced to by my mother.
Soon we arrive at Robberts mansion…sorry..I meant to say my fathers mansion even though the man has never been a father to me.
My car came to a halt in front of the mansion doors and I got down without waiting for Micheal to get the door. I strode out and head for the doors and Micheal followed behind but I stopped him with a show of my hand.
One of my fathers servants has the door open for me, I stood there for a few seconds taking my time. It's going to be a really really long night and I'm sure as hell going to enjoy pissing the fuck out of that old man.