Happily Married To An Asshole

Chapter 19: Headache

Xavier's P.O.V

After saying all that to her, I could see the hurt in her eyes, but I just needed to make sure she didn't expect anything from me. I don't think I can be a husband to anybody—at least not now.

Once I finished my gourmet dinner—by which I mean microwaving a sad, cold lasagna—I went to my study to review the file for tomorrow's meeting. It was about an investment in an upcoming company, but after going through the accounts, I could already tell it was a sinking ship. If the owner wasn't willing to sell, he'd be bankrupt in no time. Not my problem.

Closing the file, I checked my schedule for the week. Same old routine:

Meetings, meetings, and more meetings.

Reviewing this month's financial reports.

Signing an important contract in two days.

Dealing with reporters—three different magazine interviews this Friday.

A photoshoot with some model I can't even remember on Saturday.

And Sunday is for my usual visit to the orphanage.

Deciding to get some work done before bed, I lost track of time. By the time I glanced at the clock, it was well past midnight. With an early morning meeting ahead, I shut my laptop and went to bed.

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Dealing with stubborn clients is exhausting. They love throwing around empty threats like:

"You'll regret this."

Or the classic:

"You won't find another company offering what I'm giving you."

Dude, you're literally offering me nothing. You're already drowning in debt. Spare me the dramatics.

Massaging my temple, I realized I hadn't had coffee yet. I buzzed my P.A.

"Get me my coffee."

Just as I leaned back in my chair, my phone rang. Mom.

Don't pick it up. 

Don't pick it up. 

Don't—

"Hola, Mama."

"Don't 'Hola, Mama' me, Xavier! Where are you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Where do you think I am?"

"I TOLD YOU, MAYA! The man invited four people to his wedding, ignored his wedding night, and now he's at work on THE SECOND DAY OF HIS MARRIAGE!"

"Calm down, Pearl," I heard Aunt Maya say in the background.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" Mom yelled. "XAVIER DANIEL PARKER, you will get your ass out of that office and go home to your wife."

"Mum, you keep forgetting—we didn't marry out of love."

"And I don't care! I'm not asking you to write her poetry under the moonlight. I'm asking you to treat her right."

"I am treating her right."

"Oh, really? Have you even given her a tour of the house?"

Silence.

Mom gasped. "You left her alone in a place she knows nothing about?"