Made for me🖤

Part fifty two

Rexford's POV

Nothing is as frustrating and annoying like someone scrutinizing a contract they're going to sign in the end.

Like man, go ahead and sign the fucking papers and lemme get the hell out of here! It's okay in our line of business to be extra careful when going into contracts and agreement, I get it.

But when your lawyer has read it thoroughly and found no faults, I don't see the need in going over again.

And in doing so wasting someone's time.

Pulling the hand of my shirt up a little, I checked the time on my Dolce and Gabana watch and realized I'll be very late amd miss a very very important meeting if he doesn't sign anytime soon, the soon being seconds from now.

My hand reached for the glass of wine we discussed the clauses of the contract over and brought it to my lips, gulping half of the content down in frustration then loosened my tie with the other hand, I looked around impassively.

Although deep down I wanted badly to punch that fake macho prick right here, who's behaving as if he's lending us the whole world, in the fucking face for being so arrogant.

To think of it, why the hell is mother transacting business with him, when she can get dad or anybody else to fund her pipe line project? Why does it have to be him?

I only realized I had slammed the glass to hard on the table, in my pissed off daze, when red liquid splurted on my hand.

Marco Tuscany flickered his gaze to me briefly then my now stained hand before looking down again, puffing on a cigar. "Someone seems to be rather impatient." He commented, eyes glued on the damn papers before him. "I'd advise him to hold his horses.

"Coming from someone like you, I'm quite surprised." I said, wiping my hand with a tissue, "time is what we business men don't have and from your years of experience, I'm sure you know time is money, like they say." I chose to ignore his first words and comment on the last.

"Young boys always are in a rush." He said again, shaking his head and looked at me, "I'd rather waste time than lose millions of bucks because of a tiny error I ignored while doing business, Rexford."

I've never hated the way someone pronounced my name ever than right now and that Italian accent added is mood souring.

I glanced at the watch again, it was way past visiting hours which only means, I'd have to wait for another time after I get back.

"Being too careful is one thing but trying to be stupid and annoying is another, I believe you know this as well?" My bad mood right now has skyrocketed, I jabbed him, wiping my thumb on my lower lip.

"Mind your words boy. Your mother wouldn't be too happy to hear of this." He warned in that same tone he uses to scare people, too bad it had no effect on me like he wanted.

"True," I chuckled, he's talking as if I don't know my own mother.  I had to agree with him on that. I very well know mother will skin me alive if this deal goes down the drain because of me but I won't let this opportunity pass me by. Not everyone is like the masses who will even kiss his feet just for his money. After all he isn't the richest in New York, I can anytime find someone better and more respected by all and sundry for mother.

"But you shouldn't forget she won't appreciate you wasting my time when there are more important things that I need to take care of." I declared with an arrogant smirk, cutting eyes at him.

Marco looked like what I said was the most boring thing ever till he switched to being arrogant as always. "Nothing can be ever important than my money, even your mother knows this that's why she came to me."