Being With Mr. CEO (Book 2) [Completed]

(28) Oh, F*ck Me

*long chapter.

Xavier's POV

Huffing out a frustrated sigh I let my eyes wander over the paper for the fourth time today. I am still stuck on sheet one for who knows how long! This is way too pathetic; me actually thinking an early morning start would magically alleviate this unbearable numbness.

"You're officially the epitome of pathetic mi amigo," rolling the stapled booklet into a loose wrap I fling the thing across the room with all the strength I can muster. I groan as it bounces off the small bookshelf landing with a soft thud a mere three feet away.

I've was briefed on the contents within the contract a few days ago before Thomas faxed me the actual documentation. Between all the back and forth this past week I haven't had much time to sit down and read it in full... well until now that is. Arguably not the best time to sign ca-ca with this fucked up space I am currently in. Now there is a massive fire under my ass to approve someone to assist with this heavy workload.

Great.

I lean back in the chair dapping at dripples of spilled coffee with a wrinkled napkin. My lips set into a small frown as my eyes absently wander over to the window. The rich hue of blue fades into an ashy white tone revealing parts of the dotted city below.

Shoooot, day is already breaking.

I quickly make a mental note to place some important calls later on. Balling up the wet paper I dispose of it before turning my attention back to the spectacular view. Never gets old. Gulping down a burp I cut my eyes away from the scene towards my faded reflection mirrored on the window.

My gaze lingers for a moment on the detached man staring back at me, the same trapped soul that lurks in the murky dark depths of his own lost mind. A short sigh escape my lips at the crippling recollection of yesterday's fiasco.

I fucked up EVERYTHING.

The sentence hangs heavy in the air as the daunting realization hits me tenfold. Darn it. The incessant image of their concerned faces has been bugging me since last evening. I cringe with embarrassment at the memory of the flat apology I sent in our family group chat earlier. It certainly doesn't help that I'll be seeing them in a couple hours from now.

Oh, fuck me!

With a groan I rise from my seat to fetch the paper I sailed across the room earlier. No more pussyfooting around, I really need to get this done.

Operating several businesses is taxing as fuck.

××××××

"Good morning Ms. Willis, it's Xavier," I curl my fingers around the telephone cord lightly tugging at it. "Hope you are doing well... I need you to do something for me."

"Good morning Mr. Danvers, I am." The woman replies in a polite tone. "How may I assist Sir?"

"Good. I am requesting an ad out for a personal executive assistant," moving my finger in lazy circles I draw a weird imaginary shape on the desk. "I will conduct the interview in the board room by the end of the week. Check your email for all the details pertaining to my request. Take care and enjoy the rest of your day Ms. Willis. Thank you for your time,"

Not waiting on any sort of confirmation I swiftly end the call placing the receiver back on its hook. My insides immediately coil at the thought of ringing the next caller, I've been mulling over what to say for the past couple hours. None of the angles leads to anywhere good. Might need some liquor courage to ease the conversation into this... this mess.