How To Marry A Millionaire

Step 10

Lets get to know Jakey boi his sexinahss  ;)

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Jake

"Apologies boss,this is Sir's order. Im afraid it is a must for y- ." 

I slammed down the black and white phone that i was gripping next to my ear a second ago, grinding my teeth in  anger. I just can't take his shit anymore.

"Shit" I swiftly grabbed the neck of the Versace Limited Edition Vase that was sitting on the corner of the furniture. I groaned in frustration as long and narrow cracks  formed on the rectangular glass table in front of me. This might have happen almost on a weekly basis but i wasnt sure if i could ever get use to it.The feeling of helplessness always got the better of me when it comes to father.

"Faymerd, new table, my office,ASAP" I grabbed the phone again and spat into it, shutting my eyes as tight as possible while i reminded myself that i just broke a new glass table that came all the way from Italy.I dont know if i should be greatful for my new talent at breaking tables by slamming phone receivers or annoyed at my own violence and disrespect to ...well... glass.

And tables.

And hell,who would have guessed a twenty years old man have to be forced by his own father to go on meaningless dates with a women that annoys the absolute shit up his asshole? Sometimes, i just don't understand if he is too bored with his life or is he just really that blind and naive when it comes to making friends.

Didn't he realise that sitting at such a high position, let alone CEO of one of the top ten companies in the states, he will never find someone whom he can truely be friends with?! All of the people that approach him  may say that ' oh we are friends,", but really, all they want is to either ask him for a little help on their company or ask them for financial help. Really? Friends?

I groaned again, this time mentally cursing to god for fucking up my life with so many annoying people,

...and phone calls.

And the foolish tune that came along with the god damn phone.

For some reason,this particular beeping tune always get on my nerves and annoys me more.

As if im not frustrated enough already. Rolling my eyes,I hastily grabbed it up to my ears and screamed "Okay! Yeah Rachel, i got it!"

" Poor Jake. Puberty or mood swing? ..Or both?" A familiar,disgusting and fake girlish voice spoke on the other end of the phone.

I rolled my eyes again, all the tense muscles on my body start to relax as i lazily leaned back into my cool black leather wingchair, " Guy, " I grinned and shook my head as soon as i heard the soft chuckling on the other end.

I knew im right.

Guy and i have known each other since we were eight. We used to fight over a girl that we both happened to had a crush on. Back then, we hated each other, but one day while i was leaving school, i saw him in a corner, playing with a robot that i recognised as the only robot that was left to complete my full collection of Robotere. It was my favourite cartoon back then and i had went to every McDonalds, purchasing the Happy meal, trying everything that i could to get the full collection of a dozen different robot characters in the cartoon.

I remembered very clearly that i had collected ten characters in just a couple of months and as i used to be a naive little boy that loved the toy robot characters, i was every bit more than thrilled when I got my eleventh character soon after. But i had recalled buying numerous Happy meal after that and just seemed to have poor luck at getting the last character of my collection. All i got from those meals were a repeat of a character that i've already had. No need to say, i was so excited when i noticed the last robot character that i ran up to it and eyed it with great amusement and disbelief. I just can't believe its actually here infront of me.