Jonathan Wyles POV
"That Fucking bitch!" I shout as I slide everything off of my desk.
My personal assistant Yvonne jumping at the sound of my computer, monitor, and desk things crashing to the floor.
"YVONNE!" I shout.
"Yes sir, Mr. Wyles?" She answers with her head down.
That's right avoid eye contact if you don't want to be on the floor next.
I hover over her. "Order me a new computer and shit for my office. And get the hell out."
"Yes sir." She says in a sad whispered tone before rushing out.
I know she didn't do anything but her presence was pissing me off more. I need something to fucking hit.
I grab my golf club off the wall mantle and begin to just break shit and hit my chairs and pictures off the wall until there is glass and fabric everywhere.
"How could that fucking bitch embarrass me like this then turn around and go to a rival company!"
I seethe out as I begin swinging at vases and everything else in my office.
Then I pause.
What if they were already fucking behind my back. Wasn't he there at the restaurant when I proposed.
"God-... fucking. Shit.!!!" I kick at my wall continuously feeling sweat on my forehead before I hear someone enter.
"I didn't say you could come the fuck in here." I look up to see my dad and his goons behind him as he walks up to me and smack me on my face.
"You dumb fucking shit!" He spits at me.
I tighten my grip on the golf club but notice his men with their hands on their guns.
" I should have known better then to give this business to you, your cousin could have done a better job, for fucks sake Mark would have done a better job!" He continues devaluing me.
"Why the fuck did you fire Trina of all the people in the fucking company you fire HER!? And all because your feelings are hurt." He smacks me in the face again.
"I told your mother to not coddle you as a child and now you're an overly emotional hothead. You have made a bad decision with this business."
"Father I-." I begin but I am cut off.
"There's no excuse Jonathan. You need to find someone equally or better qualified then Ms McMillan or just get her back here. Because if I know Jacobs he's going to get his guy to go to the press and get it officially know statewide. And that will be a great financial blow to our company."
"Father I have a guy on the inside of Jacobs&Co. I will have him keep an eye on her and possibly sabotage her position." I state but he rejects.
"YOU IDIOT! If she signs a contract it would take your guy 5 years to ruin her! And that's if he isn't found out by then!" My father is now red in the face.
"I see I have made a rather grave decision making you CEO... but I still want to trust you and your decisions. Son you have 6 months to get a CFO, and get this business back above water after sinking it in a matter of three days." He says to me before looking around. "And clean this place and yourself up. You're such a fucking idiot... I would never imagine a black bitch like McMillan would cause you to flip this much. That's why I say never sleep with the help. If you want a wife I can arrange one." He and his goons walk towards my door before he says one last comment.
"And next time I call you, pick up the goddamn phone." Then he heads out the door.
I just grip the golf club tightly before launching it at the wall.
"Gahhhhh- fucking dammit it all!" I growl. "I fucking hate Trina. I fucking hate her with every inch of my soul."
And my father! Oh man he's gonna fucking get his.
"S-sir" Yvonne sticks her head in my door before shock covers her face at the mess I made.
"WHAT Yvonne?" I question angrily
She walks up to me then slowly embraces me. "I'm sorry for what Trina has done to you sir. I would never do this to you. And I feel it's time she reaps what she has sowed. And in the meantime I can begin putting out applications for CFO."
I allow her to embrace me and agree
"You're right."
"So you won't do the same thing huh?" I then question her.
"Never sir." She says confidently
"And you'd do anything I say no questions asked?" I continue
"Anything sir." She gazed into my eyes.
"I will remember that." I look back at her. "I need you on my team." I say to her knowing what type of affect my words have on her.
"And I am here sir." She looks at me standing on her tiptoes and planting a wet kiss on my lips.
I allow the kiss and I allow myself to kiss her back. I will use anybody I can or take anyone out that gets in the way.
Trina has got to go down.
I pull away from the kiss and look at Yvonne. "You ordered new stuff for my office, correct?"
"Yes sir I ordered new everything from your desk, to the pots and plants." She says glancing around me at the horrible mess.
"Call in for a carpenter to come in and fix the walls and put down new carpet in here as well. And painters to repaint."
"Yes sir." She says as she walks out opening the door and Mark walks in.
Fucking great!
"Man WHAT THE FUCK!!?" He looks around my office at the destroyed mess.
"Bro I had a moment of weakness alright?" I squeeze the bridge of my nose and lean against the wall.
"Look man I didn't come here to lecture you. I came here to tell you that I'd be stepping in more and helping with the business. My father's business is doing better so I'm not needed too much right now." He looks around in disbelief.
"Man I don't need fucking help." I say
"Yes the fuck you do man. Look at your office, look at your head man, look at your decision making." He retorts
So much for not coming to lecture me.
"Man I just want to see you succeed that's all."
"I know man."
"Like Trina is pretty, and good at what she did and all. But she was not the end of the world... bro i don't know..." he grips the bridge of his nose for a second before deep breathing.
"Look man I'm fucking pissed okay. I went from loving Trina to fucking hating her in a matter of days. I want to see her suffer. But instead I'm the one suffering." I confess.
"That's not the way to go about it man." He says to me putting his hand on my shoulder. "I just want your success bro. Let's get this shit cleaned up with less as possible of employees knowing." He sticks his head out and tells Yvonne to call in three janitors.
"You're the face and the head of the company if everyone sees you falling apart they will also." Mark states.
"Yvonne when the three janitors come in get their names and employees iDs. I'll give them bonus check for doing this but if word gets out about this... ANYWHERE; them three are out of a job. Specify that part specifically to them." Mark emphasizes the last part before coming back to me.
Maybe Father was right maybe Mark or my cousin Aaron would be better. Even though father would never make Mark CEO because Mark isn't family and he's black.
Yeah you thought I was the bad guy huh? I just come from a line of bad guys. My father is the true scum.
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A/N* NO GUYS Jonathan's not a narcissist. He knows what he's doing and has karma! 🫣 (maybe I'm just a big Jonathan fan🙇🏾♀️)
Have you noticed narcissist never have karma cause they believe in themselves so much and and believe that they are so much higher then others. It's literally a mindset. Lots of them don't even know they're being narcissist because in their mind it's always going to be about them and be their way. 😈😈
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