His Addiction {COMPLETED}

Headed to Italy

Stacy's POV

I brought the file in and watched as Andrew signed it all until the last one

"I would be going on a business trip and you're coming with me", he said so dryly that you would think that he was forced to say those words

"If you don't want me to then...", I said in concern but he cut short

"Since when does business become our personal likes and dislikes, you're coming with me and that's it", he growled and I scoffed

Why the hell is he speaking like that??

"I have heard you sir", I said as I stood up to leave

"One more thing, the Will's design needs a model and you should arrange that", he said

"Arrange?? I thought there are...."

"What did I tell you about your thoughts?" He abruptly shuts me off

"I would arrange that sir", I said between my teeth as I left the office

One more and I would loose it, just one more!!  Where the hell was Pascal, I think I need to be attending yoga lessons to be honest or maybe some practical holidays to stay far away from this psycho boss of mine

Arrange models?? Models that are parading the whole showroom doing God knows what, what are my supposed to do, he didn't even tell me how am to arrange them

I think I just need to calm down, maybe when am calm I would think straight.

Andrew's POV

"Mom, she can't come home, I've booked us a flight to Italy, we are leaving in two hours time", I said to mom

"I know she works for you as well but she's my daughter too, I need to be with her for sometimes", mom said

"Am sorry about that mom but I can't let you see her for now, she's modelling the newest design so she needs to be with me in Italy", I said with frustration

"When would you be back", she asked again

"Within one month", I said checking my wristwatch

"Alright, there's no talking you out of it, I've talked to a priest about you two and he said there would be a mass wedding next month", she said and I almost flung the phone to the other end of the office

"I'd tell you mom, we aren't ready to get married", I said between my teeth

"Well am ready to have grandchildren, come on son, you can't keep doing this to me, you hardly visit, Pascal comes over once a while and am usually left alone in this big house, you won't let her come keep me company and yet you refuse to give me grandchildren, am not happy", she said

"After we get back, I would come stay with you, as long as you won't keep telling me to marry her", I said before disconnecting the call

I pressed a button and waited patiently as I looked out the glass window, it's kind of hard being me at some point

"You called for me?" Came the voice of my misery