Hot And Hot

Cross POV

Yesterday was my dad's birthday and I attended the ceremony. I'm regretting that now.

Why?

It ended up in a fucking disaster. It always ends in a disaster.

A normal person would be happy his busy child honoured him by attending his birthday party but my dad?

Nah.

My dad's case is different. He knows how to make one annoyed. Instead of him asking about how the company is performing and other things we are yet to accomplish or other reasonable things, he would ask of the same old topic, 'wife'. I've always tried to explain in the best possible way I can uncountable times that I'm not ready for that at all, but you know how typical dad is, he won't stop yelling, cursing and gathering all the family every Friday for a meeting, reminding them of how un serious the heir to the throne is. He won't stop all of this until the day I bring someone, and not just someone, someone I'll marry. I don't really blame him though, I'm his only surviving son and he's old already, so I don't have a choice but to search for someone to sign a contract with to be my wife.

Right now I'm in the car with my P.A who is also my best friend, David. David is the only one that gets me and I don't know how he does it, he knows what's on my mind even though I'm very good at hiding my emotions, 'I read you in all capital letters' He will always say. His eyes were focused on the tab and his finger was scrolling on it, he turned his head to me and his usual naughty smile appeard on his face.

He's going to say something stupid.

"We're just coming back from your dad's birthday, not his funeral" He broke the peaceful silence I was using to calculate the whole contract marriage stuff for the past thirty five minutes.

"I'm trying to think, David" I told him sternly, not bothering to look at his playful face.

"Just at least try to look like a normal person.....not a kid that misplaced his candy" His voice was full of joke, I rested my elbow at the side of the car, placing my fist on my forehead and kept mute. I'm not really in an energetic mood.

"It's okay, challenging period visit sometimes" He said in a fake concerned tone "But you have to challenge and win it no matter what happens" I pressed my lips together. I'm gonna punch the adviser beside me, just give me a little more time.

"That's fact about life man" He said, tapping me on my shoulders "Right, sir?" He rotated his head to the direction of the driver who didn't dare utter a word.

"There are different seasons, number on..." I didn't let him spit out the remaining of his nonsense before swiftly turning to him and slashed him a glare.

"Okayyy" He smacked his lips together immediately I shut him up and glanced at the tab on his laps then back at me.

"I was just acting like the good friend God wants me to be" He preached, giving me this...good boy look. I increased the volume of my hard look on him, he tightened his head back and paused for a sec.

"Skipping ahead" He said looking straight, I averted my stare to the car window with satisfaction, he finally zipped up, temporarily. David never zips up permanently in his entire life.

"You've improved a lot in that glare of yours" He said after facing me again. I clenched my jaw and snapped.

"Do you ever shut up?!" I furrowed my brows and narrowed my eyes at him.

"In my perspective, no" He replied truthfully. I rubbed my hand on my forehead and sighed in frustration. He knows what's going on in my head all this while and he's making some unnecessary jokes.

"I'm here doing a mind research on the marriage contract, you're there spilling out...."

He interrupted me, clicking his tongue and snapping his finger "That's it!" He said, "You're overthinking and I had to take your mind off it for now"

"I'm not overthinking" I said in a low, blank unconcerned tone, looking away from him to the driver's seat.

"Says the guy who's been fussing after he made up his mind about the contract. I read you in all capital letters, Cross" He said and he's right.

"I've never dreamt of doing this stuff before....like.....never" I said and he nodded, "Where do I start? Who is the suitable person for this job? How do I keep the terms?" I paused. "This is not that easy as it looks"

"Nervous huh?" He asked with a light smile.

"Curious" I said curtly and moved my hair backwards.

"I have an idea who would be suitable for the job, I mean really really suitable " His face and voice was so serious, I sat up and licked my lips eager to know who this person is.

"Who?" I asked rubbing my chin.

"A stripper" He blurted out spreading his arms. My shoulders dropped down, I rose a questioning brow. This guy is so fucked up.

"What?" I asked him. He shrugged still spreading his arms.

"You've got any other better idea?" He said, I scoffed and shook my head, I don't know why I believed him in the first place.

"Kindly keep that idea to yourself" I said and flinched a little as the car suddenly started moving fast.

"Do you think you're in a car race competition?" I asked the driver who ignored me and drove more faster. I wrinkled my brows and squinted my eyes. What's wrong with this guy?

"Umm.... Did you sleep well sir?" David asked in a shaky voice, he kept mute and continued racing. racing too fast now, this guy is gonna kill us.

"Hey, slow down!!" I shouted at him in anger and fear.

"I'm trying!!" The driver shouted back at me. I gasped and grabbed the sit belt, the car was hitting anything beside it now. That's it!. We are going to die!

"I don't wanna die!" David cried out, hugging me, almost squeezing me.

"Use the brake you dick!" I shouted.

"I'm trying, it's not working!" He said marching the break continuously.

"Perhaps a ghost is controlling the wheel!" David screamed on top of his lung. I turned my face to the side and shut my eyes so as not to see the lady who was about to cross the road get crushed. We're gonna kill her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa" David said still hugging me tight and then car stopped which made us jerk and hit our head backwards, my eyes were still shut so tightly

"Jesus Christ!" David whispered releasing me from the hug. My heartbeat was banging like crazy. We've killed her. We've killed the lady.

"Cross, look" David said softly and tapped me on my shoulder, but I was not willing to open my eyes, I didn't even have the courage to do that.

"No, no, no, no" He said still tapping me "I mean look, she's not dead"

"Huh?" I said moving my face and opened my eyes slowly, she was sitting on the floor holding her stomach in pain. I sighed heavily in relief and swallowed down.

"Thank God" I whispered and rubbed my face with my palm, watching the poor girl wince in pain. David quickly opened the car door and rushed to attend to her. I really hope she'll be fine.

"Oh!" My skillful driver said dropping his hands down and shook his head. I glared at his back, he's gonna be sorry for playing with me.