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I needed it.
Craved it.
Shit gets rough.
But old habits die hard, so even though I have a large office full of people who run my empire, I can’t help but keep abreast of what’s going on back in Seattle. I’m like an old dog, and this old dog ain’t up for any new tricks.
I’m set in my ways. Some call me stubborn, some call me a tyrant, but it depends on the situation.
I like control in all things; it’s how I’m made. When I see something that I want, I take it.
I don’t live with regrets or what if’s; life’s too fucking boring for that.
Stepping away has been extremely hard for my controlling tendencies, even if it is only for a week.
Actually relaxing? I honestly haven’t done that in years. My last vacation was in Aspen.
The most relaxing thing I ever do is coffee with the Sunday paper, and that usually lasts for no more than half an hour, if I’m lucky.
It’s my own fault. I enjoy what I do, running a successful advertising company, along with acquiring property, both commercial and residential. I’ve been in the real estate market for a while now, and it’s more of a passion of mine than a job.
Becoming CEO of my own company was the ultimate goal I set out for myself. I worked my ass off, building my businesses from the ground up. I never grew up with money; I just worked hard and got my foot in the door early. I knew what I wanted and went for it. Plus I took risks. Risks that paid off.
I glance at my inbox.
There’s an email from my assistant, Emily, telling me that if I’m reading this, then I’m in deep trouble because I’m not even meant to have my phone or computer switched on.
I smirk into my glass of scotch. I did promise that, but Emily knows business never stops for CEO’s. You can’t just check out, whether you want to or not.
Another reason I’m on this vacation is the fact that I got into a fistfight just after my friend’s funeral. I can’t stand fucking gold diggers. Tempers ran deep, and while I should regret it, I don’t.
It’s not great publicity, though. The media was all over it, and now lawsuits and lawyers are circling.
Henry, my attorney, said I should cool off for a little bit, lay low and stay out of sight. Let the dust settle.
While I’m not one to high tail and run, I do need to decompress. I don’t like losing control, but I can never quitereign my temper in when provoked or resist a fight when the occasion calls for it.
If someone disrespects me, or someone I care about, then I’m going to fight back.
Thank God Henry is the level-headed one. I guess that’s why I pay him so much.
Added to that, my ex-girlfriend keeps calling, and I don’t need to hear any of her shit while I’m in this state of mind.
We’re over, but she won’t accept it. I don’t want to be an asshole, but it looks like I’m going to have to do something about Samina before too long.
I should have known better than to tie myself down. Not that I can’t be monogamous, I can, and I have, and I do enjoy it, with the right woman. Though variety is the spice of life, or it has been for the last six months.
And while I admit the sex was great with Samina in the beginning, it soon fizzled out. We just didn’t have that spark anymore. We had nothing to talk about.
Now that I think about it, she’s the longest I’ve been with since… fuck, since James’s mother, and look how well that turned out. We never stood a chance.
We were kids ourselves and having a kid at twenty wasn’t in the game plan, but I did the right thing and married her. I became a husband and a father, but our marriage didn’t last.
I love my son, but I don’t really like him at times. His mother spoilt him rotten, and when I refused to follow suit, he became distant and bratty. Then when he was a teenager, I saw less and less of him over the years. He didn’t like my rules, and I didn’t like his attitude, and in that regard we clash heavily… still do.
He’s disrespectful, and I don’t stand for that shit, not from my own flesh and blood.
I grew up in a shit neighborhood. We never had much, but my parents taught me one valuable lesson about hard work andrespect. James has none of those traits, since he unfortunately takes more after his mother than he does me, and he thinks everything should be handed to him because he has my name. Whether he’s worked for it or earned it doesn’t matter.
