I arched a brow slightly at the name he addressed me with, silently asking when we became close enough for him to address me with my first name. I’m particularly picky on who calls out like that, and unfortunately for him, he doesn’t happen to be part of the people I’m welcoming on the idea.
He noticed the slip off, and was quick to stumble on his words in an attempt to fix the slip off. “Sir…I mean…Mr…Kingston, Mr. Kingston!” He finally got it right, his lips slanted into a wide grin. “I’m a huge fan of how you conduct your business, Sir. I’ve been looking for ways to set an appointment with you but it keeps bouncing off.” He fiddled, slipping his hand into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a card.
Closing the distance between us, he wiped his palms on his pants, as if to rid it of the dirt there before carefully handing out his business card, bowing slightly. “I’m James Donnelly, Mr. Kingston. I’m in the building business as well, a growing one and I assure you, if you need anything, I can and will do it for you.”
“Anything?” I questioned lowly, my brow arched.
He nodded almost immediately, “Yes, anything, Mr. Kingston.” He was quick to respond, jumping onto any opportunity to please me.
I nodded slowly, “Do you smoke, Donnelly?” I asked instead.
His brows visibly drew in, taken aback by the question. Of all the things he was expecting me to ask, I’m certain that wasn’t what he expected to hear from me. Regardless, he was quick to recover, shaking his head. “I used to, Sir. I stopped two years back.”
I hummed.
He was quick to add. “But, I can smoke with you if you want company, Sir?”
I offered him a small smile, feigning an excited look. “Will you now?”
“I will, Sir. Anything for you.” He bobbed his head repeatedly. Pathetic.
Nodding my head, I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out another cigar from the pack, before extending it out to him. He took it like the dog he is, even holding up a wide grin in the process. “Go ahead.” I gestured for him to put it in his mouth. In the process, I extended my hand up to fully pull off my necktie, unwrapping it and bringing it down. Rolling it around my right hand, James watched as he placed the cigar in his mouth. “Clench your teeth.” I ordered, my earlier feigned smile disappearing.
His brows furrowed. “Um…what?”
“Clench your teeth.” I repeated, pushing myself off the door so I can stand straight.
Despite seeming confused, he still did as I asked him, clenching his teeth. And the moment he did so, I finished wrapping the tie around my hand, and without so much as a warning, I swung a punch right across his face, sending him tumbling back.
2024-02-05 09:24:27
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Christian Kingston.
“What the fuck!” James Donnelly cussed, holding onto his jaw while blood gushed out from the corner of his lips, the place that got split due to the punch I landed there. He staggered back, not expecting the act.
The cigar that was in his mouth had dropped to the floor, his wide eyes staring at me in disbelief, as if wondering if I actually did just that. Despite having a possible broken jaw and a bloody lip to confirm it, he seems to still be in questioning, and the surprised look is honestly making this all the more better for me.
“Do you like Micheal Buble?” I inquired, as I used my other hand to fix the tie that had unwrap from around my hand, fixing it safely in place so that small impact won’t have it messed up again.
He blinked, his lips parting, then closing like a gaping fish. “Wh…what?”
“Micheal Buble?” I pointed out, lifting my gaze from the faux gauze I’m making around my hand to meet his gaze. “You know, the musician? His songs give this oldie vibe, but I like this.” My lips slanted into a small grin. “So, do you like him as well?”
He shook his head, still seemingly trying to grasp the situation. “I…wait, what the fuck?” He’s still confused. Cute-in a dog way kind of. But then again, it’ll be an insult to dogs for me to compare them to him.
“Wait,” I held up the wrapped up hand, using the other to slip into the pocket of my pants and pull out my phone. Scrolling through my music, I looked through it, searching for that one particular song. “there it is.” I tapped it on repeat, and almost immediately, the soft, suspenseful music started playing on the highest volume.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.