On His Terms

○×1:annoying cousins & run-away p.a.s○×

<Dear annoying person, you have some terrible habits. Breathing is one of them>

|Kian|

Friday, June 4th, 2021

"WHEN WAS the last time you fucked, Kian?"

That absurd question made me pause in signing the document before me. I dropped my pen and pinned Ryan to a droll stare. His sloping form was against my closed office door, his right ankle crossed over the other. I hadn't even been aware of him coming in.

Wondering what the scumbag was up to now, I spoke up, "What did you just say?"

He hoisted himself upright and swaggered across the distance separating us to sit in the chair opposite me. "You heard me man but I'll say it in other words, just in case you forgot the meaning of fuck. So how about when last did you get laid, bang someone, roll in the hay, get it on, tup a woman, consummate, copulate---"

I cut him off, holding out a palm, "Shut the fuck up Ryan, I get the general idea and stop asking, it's none of your fucking business."

How did he even know that much synonyms for fucking?

An annoying smirk on his stupid face, Ryan relaxed further in the chair, raising his crossed legs and placing those grimy shoes on my desk. When he noticed my dark glower, he lifted his legs away. Good.

"It's my business. I mean you've been as grumpy as a bear ever since you divor---"

"Don't finish that sentence." I gritted my teeth hard. I didn't want to hear any single word pertaining to my done and dusted marriage or my bitchy ex-wife.

Ryan raised both of his hands in surrender, his countenance one of feigned innocence. "Chill man, no need to go all ape shit crazy on me. What I'm trying to say is that you've been holed up in this office for months, working non-stop and growling at us, your workers like you've got a hot pole stuck up your tight ass."

The only reason Ryan was not fired at the moment was because he was family and right now, with the contemptuous curl of his lips, he knew it too.

He stood, straightening his tie and plucking imaginary lint off his white shirt that manned wide shoulders. A curl of black hair managed to stray past the nape of his neck---even when I clearly stated that all employees were to have formal, smart haircuts. The women's in a bun and the men's in a combover. But not Ryan. Never Ryan. He insisted on a bro flow, which meant his hair was left shaggy and uncontrolled. Said the style made him look cool and polished. But in my opinion, it made him look lousy and dumb as fuck.

I reclined in my swiveling chair, resting my arms on its armrests, cocking a nonchalant eyebrow and surveying the tall man in front of me through half-lidded eyes. We were of the same build, except for his hair.

Unconcerned, I added, "And so? What does that have to do with fucking?"

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Men who haven't had sex in a long while, tend to be very frustrated and you've been showing all the signs."

I raked him a forlorn glance, my jaw ticking. In a cool voice, I said, "My sex life shouldn't be of any concern to you, dear cousin. Now be a good boy and go fetch me Beth. I've been calling her line for sometime now, but she's not picking."

He bristled for a moment at the phrase good boy then a satisfied gleam shone in his deep blue eyes---eyes that were eerily the same as mine. "Beth is gone."

My brows knitted together, bewilderment forming a deep vee between them. "Beth, my personal assistant is gone? Why on Earth would she do that? And without informing me?!" My confusion withered away, annoyance settling in.