All Mixed Up {Interracial boyxboy}

Chapter 2

Brought to you by spiffymudafukka  >>Dante Robinson in the media. (with his fine chocolate ass.) 

++ Dante's POV ++

     I sigh heavily as I lean back in my black office chair. What is sleep? I haven't gotten any in ten years. Ever since my pops gave me half of his shares of Robinson Construction, my life has been busy 24/7. A CEO at age twenty five, but I feel like I'm damn near forty something. 

     Sprawling my fingers across my desk, which was bombarded with scattered papers, I close my eyes and enjoy my first true moment of silence in my morning shift. 

Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!

That is until the fucking phone on my fucking desk rings. 

Excuse my french...

I rub my thumb on my temple and reach to grab the wireless phone off its shell.

"What now Tiffany?" I groan into the phone as my bougie ass front desk receptionist read me task after task.

"...And also you're new secretary has just arrived too." 

I could practically hear her chomping on her gum through the receiver..

"Tiff lay of the smacking please?" I've stressed to her multiple times how important it is to keep a professional image.

"Shut the hell up. You can't tell me what to do anymore Dante!"

clink!

I shake my head. I could've had a fine ass woman in that seat but my pops insisted my little sister could do it. Even at age twenty she was still a pain in my ass...

I sort through a stack of papers with descriptions of our competitors. We were desperately lacking in the marketing department and it was obviously showing in our profits. I was trying not to admit that I was frustrated with having the company on my back, but I wanted to prove to my pops that it would be in good hands after he retired.