Midnight CEO

16

"Yes, I appreciate your understanding Mr Downing. I can assure you I will continue Mr Morgan's great work. I do thank you for that. I look forward to meeting you too. Have a great evening." I hung up the phone and rubbed my eyes. This CEO business is damn hard work. I don't know how people do this. I haven't stopped working in almost a month. If I'm not at work, I'm thinking about work. It never ends, but on the plus side, I don't have many spare moments to think about how much I miss Carter. The weeks are going by, but the pain isn't any easier. It's getting harder to remain optimistic about ever seeing him again.

"You all done for the day, boss?" Jake said, drinking from a blue cup.

"Yeah, I guess. I closed the Downing deal today," I said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Congrats," he said, giving me a high five. "We should celebrate."

"I don't feel like celebrating much."

"Awww, come on. You've been working your ass off for over a month now, and this company is soaring thanks to you. Bossman would be proud of you." Jake smiled. "Let's get fucked up and forget about this bullshit for a while," he said as he sat on the edge of the desk.

"How does a vampire even get fucked up?"

"He usually feeds off a human who is fucked up and rides the gravy train," he said, raising his eyebrows a few times.

"That in itself is fucked up," I laughed.

"Then the plan is in motion," he stood up and did a little dance. "Come on, Eb; we should have some fun."

I sighed. "Fine, but where are you going to find intoxicated blood in this house?"

"I'll order takeout."

"Excuse me? Is that even possible?"

"Not only is it possible, but I can also choose the drug I want," He said proudly.

"Wow, a whole new level of fucked up. Ok, I'm in. Can they drop off some beer as well?"

"You betcha," he said, pulling out his phone and calling for 'takeout'.

Within the hour, we had not only Jake's blood and my beer but a hot fresh pepperoni pizza and some fresh chocolate chip cookies.

"How did you manage this?" I laughed, cracking open a cold beer.

"I'm a good tipper," he said, pouring his red blood into a glass.

"You amaze me."

"I know," he smiled. "Cheers to carrying on."

"Cheers," we clinked glasses.

I forgot to be sad for the first time in a very long time. We talked and danced and had a good time without thinking about what we had lost.

"What did you think of me the first time you met me?" I said, sitting crossed-legged on the wooden dining table.

"Honestly, I thought you had nice tits," Jake said, lying beside me.

"I do have nice tits, not going to lie." I laughed, drinking more beer.

"Oh, I know," He said, grinning. "What did you think about me?"

"I thought you were a jerk."

"No, I mean, what did you think about me physically?"

"Ohhh, sorry. I thought you were totally hot," I winked.

"Yeah, you did," he chuckled. "Admit it; you wanted me."'

"I admit nothing."

"You wanted me," He said proudly.