Pen Pals

A Nonsense Day

"Oppa!!!" She screamed and I moaned as her nails dug into my back. I jolted a few more times as her body contracted against mine. Her nails were so long and sharp I could've swore she drew blood, if not she had for sure left marks.

Seconds later I rolled over and got off the bed. I went to the connected bathroom to throw away the condom and then shower. I washed my overly long hair that's now past my shoulders. It took a while to grow my thick, black, hair, when I desired it, but now I'm kind of sick of it I don't know what to do. I'm proud of it and don't think I should get it cut more than a trim, like I've been doing, however I have uncertainty and I'm now considering whether to have it short again.

Once finished I dried myself and brushed my teeth before wrapping the towel around my waist. I reentered the bedroom to grab my briefcase and return to the bathroom. Emerald was still laying there as if this was a heavenly situation, when in fact it was far from it. But after that quick glance at her my mind replaced her with more important things. Work.. Work.. And my father.

I opened the briefcase to get out the tub of cream. Once finishing the act of slathering body lotion on my skin I topped it off with applying deodorant and cologne. I dressed in a navy suit and a blue shirt, but without a tie. I wore oak brown Presley's also. Next, I blow dried and brushed out my hair before adding some gel to it for extra neatness. I then put it up in very neat 'man'- bun. I then put on my gold watch and two of my right thumb rings, before tidying up after myself.

I put this mini brief case filled with my essentials in a bigger brief-like bag. I grabbed my coat from the hanger and my mobile that was on charge.

"Oppa, so you are just going to leave me here?" Annoyingly whined Emerald. I just looked at her bluntly as if it wasn't obvious already, before calling Rodger, my limo driver.

Before exiting the hotel room I turned back and said to her, "I informed you I was busy this evening. You know I don't wait around." Before exiting. I did not miss the disbelief on her sweaty face.

How could one lay in their own filth for a good half an hour or so?
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As we drove to my father's mansion I made several work calls. I'm glad my new A-ward marketing department exceeded in their tasks. I shall be known to them tomorrow due to how I had other matters on my mind today.
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"Where's my father?" I sighed as I asked.

"Not even a hello to your stepmother?!" Screeched Sophie.

"Pff.. stepmother? The audacity..." I rolled my eyes and walked past one of my father's many whores he likes to claim as wives.

I stopped a butler to get some direction on where he might be in this maze. My father has a thing for buying huge houses designed like mazes, he loves it, he once told me.
The butler instructed me to go to the third office and was spot on in his guidance.

"Boy!! It's been a year, has it not?" He excitedly rushed towards me to hug me.
I patted his back and bowed.

"Not quite. Anyways let's discuss business, because I have things to do later on." I stated.

"Let's eat dinner first." He lead us to the dinning room.

Two women were sitting at the dining table. Sophie and someone else. Sophie was a typical white American with bleached blonde hair and blue eyes. The stranger had tan skin and fiery red hair and hazel eyes. Both women looked like they just came out of a reality show. Fake. Fake bodies along with a fake attitude.

"Son this is my new wife Audrey, Audrey Ti Kwung. Or in our culture, Kwung Ti Audrey. " My father grinned.

I hate coming here and I hate being around him. He caused my mother who worked hard for everything so much pain. But I'm only here for business. Regardless, I had no choice but to put up with my father and along with that the responsibility of his bullshit. This man is a changed man and has been for the last decade or less.

"Father our business with one another could have been finished by now, yet there's no cutlery let alone food on the table." I spoke coldly.

My emotions in others eyes may seem cold, but it's he I aim to be cold at. No, in fact I aim to be below the state of freezing towards him, he deserves nothing less. However, I'm stuck in the fact that I need to do this business with him, I can't just walk away as I wished.

I sighed of irritation, because the food wasn't set out yet, two butlers came rushing out. One had a tray of cutlery and the other had a trolly of glasses, napkins and bucket filled of ice for the wine to go in. The pair set out what was needed for the table before bowing towards me and my father and rushing off.
A minute later the pair returned with three wines and a trolly full of food, covered with a silver plate with etched designs on them.

"Father, something new is it?" I pointed towards the new silverware.

"Yes indeed, I thought it was time to change up a little. I see that you took interest, maybe you do like?" He raised his right brow with some sort of hope in his voice.

"Yes I do, however I'd never use it for myself. Just mother would of liked that, that's all." I mumbled the last part quietly in english, so he couldn't understand, nor his American whore.
Like the dumbass he is, he nodded his head at me.

We finally ate; the food that my father always made sure was served when I visited him; the food I favoured when I was young. Don't get me wrong, this food was delicious, however what used to be my favourite is no longer favoured in the same way.

We finished dining 15 minutes later, which I think was quite quick due the pure silence we all sat in. I had no interest in speaking to these whores, who visibly tried to make a conversation with me, which I completely ignored. Me and my father shared no more words and wouldn't until we reached his office.
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After talking about hefty business with my father I left. I called Tom, Roger's - my limo driver's - twin brother, to pick me up in the HUV and take me home. I tend to switch on how flashy I want to be. I guess that trait I've developed from my father, which explains my mini collections of cars in my garage. However, regardless of my mother's ill opinions on it, that's something I have no shame on.

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