WANTED : YOU

Chapter 8 : Tiny Problem(s)

Irritated I tossed my phone causing the device to bounced slightly off on it's fifth now this morning on top of mess of documents I was working on that I left few moments ago, harshly getting off of my swivel chair, not just losing counts on how many times did I do that this day but also losing my patience as well as my agitated ass keeps pacing back and forth I think my office became instantly my own park now.

It's surprising really to have my working place this horrible and messy. Seeing those expensive pens tumbled down and important papers, out of their respective folders, scattered all over up my table and some down the floor giving me headache just by the sight because it was really very unlikely to what it usually looks like whenever I'm here and supposed to be burying myself at some business matters at this very hour.

But look! DAMN! Everything was a mess!

And let's not forget about ME, feeling stressed out for the first time!

So I'm wondering how in the world do I feel like I was a first timer businessman and that I was struggling for something I couldn't even explain that makes me fuming and now leave me out of my own control while marching the wide space within my office, getting back on my phone for I don't know how many times I picked it up, check it multiple times, only felt more disappointed for I let myself waited for an impossible message or a missed call not just today, but for the past two fucking days?!

Yeah, right! I remember now.

That brat!

Would you believe that?

A supposed to be very busy person like me was here busied myself fuming in my spot instead while that kid was at his little game of being missing in action for almost 3 days now! He's not even coming back at the mansion like what we had dealt. He actually broke our simple agreement!

Okay! I get it! He's a teenage boy. A freaking free-spirited one but soon to be young man who'd still do whatever he wants freely on his own and now nowhere to be found even though I tried my best to track him down but... The hell! He's so fucking smooth and clever to make himself even more so, so tiny and be able to hide even from ME!

I didn't feel worried the first time he asked me a favor if he would've at least two-days off because he was, I might say and according to Boss' who's apparently his other boss after the brat convinced me, well, he's quite very impressive on his job, so I decided to give him credits to all his good performances. I gave the pretty smart boy he wants.

I hated this side of me being too obsessed over someone to the point where I didn't realized one day my feet was already at the doorstep of his place of work that I wasn't supposed to be there in the first place like an idiot, but still shamefully scanned all flushed but confused and shocked faces who worked there just to find his pretty one who would just spare me a glance after he had noticed the odds around him, then with a stern face and fine lined brow raised, just that and he's busy again at his own tasks at hand.

How rude, isn't he?

Making me feels like he slapped my ego very hard, and crashed it in his little hands.

So here I am being trapped to whatever spell that boy had done to the overly confident me that in just a snap of his cute sexy fingers, that said confident descended to negativity.

Was I being too much? Was it just appropriate to inform his superior, apparently ME, his whereabouts? He never even told Boss' anything nor gave me any hint that he's going to just dissappear without me even knowing where part of the earth he will go? So for me not to be like a mad man striding on and off the next two days like some worried lover, thinking if his precious boy was doing fine or was already in trouble.