The contract

Dario

Chapter one

He sighed and sank into his chair. He ran his hand over his face, his jaws clenched, a new headache forming. He knew this was a bad idea, he knew his father would one day decide to make his life miserable but he didn't think it would be this soon. He inhaled and allow himself enjoy five seconds of peace before he decided to call his shitty best friend for advice.
Shit! Shit!! He knew this was a big mess.

Dario massaged his temples and brought his cell phone to his ear with his free hand. He paused going over what he wanted to do, he was over thinking again, he had to stop. He slowly waited for his friend to pick the call, on the fifth ring just when he decided it was a bad idea Aaron picked the call.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Dario Simpson." He mocked as his voice came through.

"Aaron Wellington." Dario rolled his eyes but mimicked his tone.

"How are you doing and how's business?" Aaron asked.

He sighed wishing he could just cut the call but replied anyways. "Everything is fine and you?"

"Okay this is getting weird, let's stop the formalities."

"Thought you would never ask," he sighed still massaging his temples. "We need to talk." He added in straight voice.

That picked Aaron's curiosity, "Ok. Let's meet at our regular coffee shop." He said his tone laced with concern and ended the call.

Dario looked at his phone a little unsure of meeting with Aaron but he needed to share this with someone and that someone is no one else than him. He picked up his car keys and stepped out of his office almost bumping into his personal assistant Elaine.

"Am so sorry sir." She apologised and tried to adjust her top to let her cleavages show.

He eyed her from head to toe, he was already pissed and didn't want this desperate bitch to ruin the last bit of calmness he had.

"Get out of my way Elaine, I have an important thing to do."

He didn't wait for her reply, he walked pass her. He should have pushed her out of his way but damn his good upbringing.

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The bells right above the door to the coffee house jingled as he walked in, accompanied with the aroma of coffee enveloping him. Dozens of people filled up every available table there that he had to stand for a while trying to locate where Aaron sat. Few seconds later, he found him waving and walked over to where he sat.

"I ordered you a black coffee." Aaron said as he eyed him from head to toe. "You do not look good." He stated, his eyes fixated on his crooked tie and the shirt that seemed unevenly buttoned. "Don't tell me you came out like that?" His eyes held horrifying look.

"Thanks." Dario replied and took the seat in front of him ignoring other things Aaron said and focused on taking a sip from his coffee.

Aaron took that as a yes and groaned out dragging his palm across his face. "Okay, so..." Aaron drew out, waiting for Dario to begin.

He put his coffee down gently, "What?" He questioned tapping his fingers on the table.

"Just spill it out man!"

Dario hesitated for a bit— why was he here again? Aaron should be the last person he should be telling this too, considering their past. He shut his eyes for a bit pushing the memories back. When he was sure the memories were tucked behind he opened his eyes and spoke, "my dad wants me to get married."

He watched as Aaron paused for a while before speaking, "And? I mean you're more responsible than I am, so what's wrong?"

He hesitated, running his hand slowly at the edge of his coffee cup.