The foregoing years have been nothing short of an adjustment for Aaron. Ever since he went to Ireland by his father's command he never felt like he belonged there. He understood what his presence meant but he couldn't help feeling bridled by the way of life in this country.
Throughout those years, he'd implored his father relentlessly to bring him back to the Philippines, but each request was met with a steadfast refusal. He's a reputable man full of authority not only in his business but also in his family. Aaron saw how manipulative and brutal his father can be to his stepmother and step-siblings. Standing up only meant danger and he realized why his mother had fled and willingly relinquished the title of a billionaire's wife.
"Mini-Mr. Donovan," Dimitri, his personal assistant, called from outside his bedroom door. He refused to open up.
"Aaron Sihtric Melancton Donovan, I am in no mood for kicking doors or playing games. Your father have put me in immense work and I remain underpaid. Not to mention, work that should've been done by you."
Aaron groans at his PA's rants, "Oh God Dimitri, for once let me live," he grunted.
Dimitri audibly gasped in disbelief. "Try asking your father that. Better yet, let's ask him together."
He lifted himself up his bed. No more sulking, it's 10 am. At least he isn't the only one feeling his father's oppression. He marched to the door and opened for Dimitri.
"Jeez Aaron, next time put some covering on before opening the door. It's getting more ominous each time I see it."
Aaron playfully slumped his arm on Dimitri's shoulder, which the latter quickly jolted away revoltingly, "I need every bit of you off of me."
"Come on now Dimitri, you lauded it before. What has changed?"
"I've seen your dick more than the amount of times I've seen my own, it's a trigger for nausea at this point. Now can you please put some damn clothes on and help me scan these highly disorganized folder rack of yours?"
Dimitri was going through the worst of times as he struggled to locate the necessary files. Aaron's folders were notably chaotic, the documents haphazardly mixed in with his aircraft sketches. Dimitri had to grab a new folder in order to organize and consolidate the technical drawings.
"This isn't even my task anymore and yet I'm here dealing with two problems at once. I'm starting to think of the days I should've spent living life to the—oop, found it like I always have. No one is more suitable for this job than I am cause no one will ever be as sturdy as me in dealing with all your shit. Goodbye."
Dimitri and his monologues is one of his hated breakfasts. Once he starts the only one who can stop him is himself.
Aaron headed to the shower to prepare for a long day. He may not be an employee yet, but his father had assigned him a lot of work in preparation for his eventual takeover. He hoped that takeover wouldn't come too soon.
As he was getting dressed, a knock on the door interrupted him. "Dimitri here sire. You done? Take as much time as you need, I need you fully clothed."
He walked over to the door and greeted his personal assistant with a customized grin, "What do I have on my plate for today Dimz? Does it include you?"
Dimitri made a mock expression of disgust. "For fuck's sake Aaron you're eighteen."
Aaron chuckled. "Would you please, I'm kidding."
"I understand. You're still a kid, you don't know what you're saying."
"That's not what I was implying."
