21 questions

11 : Who is he ?

A loud music wakes me up. I groan and check at the time. Who the fuck is crazy enough to play music that loud at 7 in the fucking morning ?

I get out of bed and go into the living room. London is half naked, dancing on the table with a bottle of champagne in her hand. I call her name, but the music covers my voice. I turn off the radio.

"The FUCK is all that for, L ?"

She ignores me. I watch her turn the radio on but I immediately turn it off.

"You're really starting to piss me the fuck off."

"Just close the fucking door !"

"Ion wanna do that man it's my fucking HOUSE ! Lower the fucking volume before blow up the FUCKING radio."

"I dare you."

I sigh heavily. She gets so out of control sometimes, I really don't understand it. I grab a gun in my office. I think it's time for her to really understand who I am. I cock the weapon and point it at the radio.

"Did you change your mind ?"

"No."

I blast the speakers until one of them explodes. Smoke billows from it.

"Now you gotta let me sleep."

"Did you fuck one of your dancers ?"

I can't help but to smile. All that for that ?

"You could have just asked me this question, London."

"Answer it."

"No. Like I said I never have sex with my employees."

"Hmmm."

"I know you don't want bitches to steal-"

"You ain't mine." She shrugs.

"That's coo. I'll bring one of my girls here."

"Aight."

"Fuck her just where I fucked-"

"Shut the fuck up." She rolls her eyes. "It's not funny."

"Come on... I'm just playing."

I get closer to her.

"What are you doing ?"

"Tryna get a hug or sum."

"Ask your dancer."

"Man stop playing with me. Gimme a kiss."

London looks annoyed but it just amuses me. I kiss her lips multiple times.

"You look cute when you pout but if you put the music back on, I'll fight yo ass."

...

I wake up two hours later. To my surprise, the house is empty. London must be really mad not to tell me where she's going. But I have guards spying on us so I will know eventually.

I get dressed and go out. As I'm walking to my car, I see an incoming call from Tony.

"Dorian ? Look man I got a problem with the product."

"It seems like your time is up. Do you have a name ?"

"Not yet... I'm working on it." He clears his throat. "I got some shit going on. I won't be able to restock any soon. My warehouse caught fire yesterday."

"Sounds like a you problem."

"Please bro... I'll deliver twice the usual amount for free."

"Do you know how many offers I get every day ? It's either you get my shit on time or you can go find yourself a new distrib."