BY DEMARCO'S STANDARDS (Part 5)

More Than Meets The Eye

"Why the fuck haven't you slackers got me any fucking info on who this leader is? The fuck I'm paying you for? Do you know this fuckers latest sales knocked us out of three hundred thousand dollars? Get your sorry asses out of my sight. Don't report back to me unless you have some useful information". I yelled at my men as they hustled from my office.

Fuck Monday up the ass sideways. Whoever claims that Monday's are a great day seriously needs their cranium evaluated. This day of doom started as soon as I opened my eye's and peeled myself off of the couch. Upon standing I knocked over my half empty bottle of liqueur onto my phone frying that bitch. After throwing a mini tantrum I trudged to the kitchen only to discover I was out of coffee and that's when it hit me full force. In my search for possibly a misplaced pod of coffee I noticed how unkempt my house was. Dishes were piling up, wouldn't hurt the floor to see a broom and mop and the entire place needed a good scrub down. My liqueur bottles had accumulated into a glass house at the end of my couch and it smelt like a urinal in here.

I had fired my maid after she attempted to move some of Sam's belongings and tried to do my own housework but seemed to fail there. As I looked around I noticed that I couldn't see any of Sam's belongings anymore due to my own mess. Grabbing my backup phone I called the Den to have cleaning supplies as well as coffee sent up. Next I phoned Cole to let him know I'd be in late.

Pumping my stero with my favorite tunes I set forth on a cleaning spree. I didn't stop until the place sparkled and smelled of lemons. Taking in my accomplishments I thought to myself. "I could maybe invite Ivy over now".

Where the hell did that idea come from I questioned myself and immediately looked at Sam's portrait and mentally apologized to her. Not only that I'm pretty sure I blew any chances with Ivy after my careless word's. Brushing that shit off, I showered and headed down to begin my work day and the hits kept on coming.

No sooner than I settled behind my desk my men entered to inform me of more deals in my territory. So yea, I lost my shit. After sending them off there was another knock on my door. Signing, I called out for them to enter. The man I had keeping eye's on Ivy entered looking a bit sheepish. I assume he had heard my recent blow out and didn't know how to approach me. "Well spit it out will ya" I barked.

"Sorry boss. I have some information on Miss Martin sir".

"Let's hear it". I demanded as I shuffled through paper's on my desk trying to contain my irritation.

"Ivy was spotted at a work event over the weekend".

I shrugged. "Is that so fucking unusual?"

"Boss a man approached her at the end of the night and they spoke for several minutes then met the next day for coffee. We have reason enough to believe that this man is Jax Owen's".

My blood froze at the mere mention of his name. "The fuck you say". I bellowed out.

"We think.."

"I know what the fuck you said idiots". I cut them off and they laid some photos in front of me.

Skimming over them I knew instantly it was that bastard. Ivy looked amazing in her evening gown but what got to me the most was the kiss he pressed to her cheek and the way her hand sat atop his at the coffee house. The way she smiled at him... bitch never smiled at me like that, well I haven't really given her a reason to smile either but that's besides the point.

My mind reeled with questions. Was she secretly working with Jax against me or did Jax see me near her and trying to get info? The possibilities are endless. One thing is certain though and that is Jax is dangerous especially for women. He loves to prey on the weaker sex and I recall him at one time forcing himself upon Sam. This could be devastating for Ivy if he tried that.