Killian’s POV
” God, this whole wedding shit is more than exhausting. I’m the best man and yet I don’t know what to do.” I mutter, sighing as I loosened my tie, whilst leaning back on my chair.
Raymond smiles as he nces at the magazine I pushed towards him. The magazine is an idea of ces for my brother’s bachelor party two weeks from now.
Raymond flips through it and I reach for my inte to buzz my assistant, only to realize I don’t have an assistant and I fired thest one, Kirsten.
” Shit.” I curse, as I withdraw my hand from the inte.
Raymond looks up from the magazine and asks.
” Are you okay? Is something wrong?” He asks, clearly concerned.
I sigh, ncing around my floor and the workers through the one way mirror of my office.
” Nothing.” I wave it off.
” Are you sure?” Raymond asks.
He’s a genuinely caring person. He cares too much and sometimes I don’t like it. I don’t think I even deserve Raymond’s friendship. I treat him like shit sometimes despite the fact that he works for me and he’s also my friend.
I nod. ” Yeah.” I point to the magazine. ” So what do you think? Should we do Las Vegas?”
” There are, like tons of strip clubs in Vegas. Keith doesn’t seem like a guy who would like strip clubs and casinos.”
” Fuck.” I rub my palm down my face. ” Why the fuck did he let me be his best man?”
” Well, for one you’re his younger brother, and obviously the closest male friend he has.” Raymond says.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
” I truly suck at this shit.” I mutter. It’s Thursday morning and I’m already stressed and exhausted, and I badly crave caffeine right now.
” What does your brother like?”
” Nothing.” I deadpan.
” I think he likes something. I mean if you’re the one getting married, and maybe I turn out to be your best man, a strip club might be the first thing thates into my mind.”
I stare nkly at Raymond.
He shrugs. ” Nevermind.” He waves his hand and goes back to ncing at morous ces around the world while I try not to dwell on the fact that I might get married someday.
Might.
” Keith likes to y long tennis.” I voice out. Raymond looks up from the magazine and smiles.
“… when we were younger.” I continue. ” So there’s a possibility he wouldn’t want to y long tennis on his bachelor’s night.”
Raymondughs and shakes his head.
” How about camping? Is he an outdoor kind of guy? You know your brother more than anyone else.”
God, I doubt that. I barely know my brother. We don’t always hangout after I go into business. Even when he usually stops by my office and house and calls me often about hanging out, I alwayse up with excuses.
I’m a shitty person. I know.
Raymond’s ideas about camping is a brilliant idea and I like it. Keith loved the outdoors when we were younger, but I’m pretty sure he hasn’t gone camping thesest years.
” The groomsmen, the groom, including the best man can just go camping. See the world and mother nature, andter wound back to a cabin stuck in the woods with this beautifulke. You could swim, talk about life and love, it’s a nicebo, and then drink beer and dance and listen to music.” He says as he sags his shoulders.
I stay quiet, staring at Raymond. He sighs and nods his head, thinking I hate his idea when I loved it.
” I’m sorry I…”
” Howe it took thepany five years of you working with us before you could get a promotion to being in charge of the marketing team.”
” Well, you denied me a promotion five times when I asked for it.”
Well shit. I guess I’m a shittier person than I give myself credit for.
” Thanks. It’s a brilliant idea. I will think about it.” I say, collecting the magazine from Raymond.
” Okay.”
” Do you think I can get coffee?” I ask Raymond who’s standing up from his chair opposite mine.
He looks at me, a disappointed gaze to be precise as he shakes his head.
” I told you to tell HR to recruit a new assistant for me, I didn’t get a word from you.”
” There are no applicants even from the first floor to your floor. No one wants to work with you Killian and you’re lucky…”
A knock on the door stops Raymond’s speech. We both turn to look at the door and the person behind it.
” Come in.” I called this person.
My office door opens and a guy walks in. Blonde short hair, tight ck chinos pants, white shirt, big sses hang on his nose, and he’s carrying aptop bag. I bring my gaze down to his features and he probably stands at 5 feet 5 inches. A little short for a guy, and he’s wearing converse. And he’s also gay. I can tell, thanks to Raymond and his boyfriend.
” Who asked for pizza?” I ask out of the blue, the same time the guy introduces himself.
” Hi. I’m Jamie.” He frowns a little, because I just referred to him as a pizza delivery guy.
” I can wait outside if you guys are busy.” Jamie says, pushing his sses back as he licks his dry lips.
He looks nervous, ncing between Raymond and I.
” What…” Raymond cuts me off by addressing Jamie.
” No, it’s fine. You’re…” Raymond trails off.
” Oh. I just got interviewed for the position of an assistant to Mr. ck on Monday, which was three days ago. Well, I got called in today to start work.”
What?
Okay first, if he’s my assistant, he’s definitely given me a bad impression on his first day because he’ste. An assistant should be at work before their boss. What assistantes to work at 10:am?
I turn to look at Raymond, at the same time his eyes meet mine.
” I didn’t know.” He defends himself.
” Am I fired already?” Jamie speaks from behind Raymond.
” Stop talking and shut your mouth.” I snap.
” Right.” Jamie mutters, and looks everywhere else but me.
I bring my gaze back to Raymond. He smiles slyly at me.
” You were looking for an assistant.”
” He can’t.”
” Why? I can interview him myself before letting him properly start.” Raymond says.
We argue as if Jamie isn’t in the room.