Ding!

I stepped into my private elevator and pressed the button to the 20th floor. My floor.

Leaning up against the elevator mirror, I sighed and ruffled my hair. It looks like a herd of some fucking elephants marched through it.

Setting it in place, it finally looked good. Winking and snapping my fingers at myself in the mirror, I turned around just in time for the elevator door to open.

Ding!

I stepped out the elevator and the sounds of my boots could be heard. Why was it so quiet? Oh yeah, I fired my useless employees.

I mean, who can't even get a picture taken down?

Last weekend mine and Jennifer's picture got out, that bitch. I swear if it wasn't for my mom and how she raised me, I would have totally punched her in her fake ass nose.

She deliberately kissed me in front of the fucking paparazzi so it looks like we have something going on. And those vultures captured it. My useless excuse of an assistant couldn't even get the picture taken down and got fired because of her own mistake.

Iam Kezr. Kezr Heznaya and I don't take bullshit.

"Good morning Sir!" Trevor, the receptionist of my floor greeted me. I just nodded at him and proceeded.

Entering my office I sighed and walked upto stand next to my skyscraper view. I always loved the view from here, Hence the reason this place being my favourite.

It was not like most offices and was more homely and that's I how I liked it.

Pushing myself off my thoughts there was a knock on the door.

"In!" I permitted the person to enter.

I looked back and there stood my new assistant that I hired just a few days ago. She is not that great like my other assistant but I'd rather have a not so great assistant than a fucking useless one.

"Good morning Sir."

"What do you want?" I huffed and pushed my hands inside my pockets.

"Uh-Sir..."

I turned around and looked at her.

"Stop wasting my fucking time. What is it?"

"Sir, I just wanted to remind you that Ms. Wentmore will be here in the afternoon."

"Time?"

"Sir, uh...5:15pm"

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes I said, "Leave."

After 5 seconds when I didn't hear the door close, I turned back around only to look at her standing really close to me.

"Sir, you look really stressed....And hot today." she said touching my suit.

She fucking touched me I hate when people touch me. Fucking hate. Who knows where their hands have been? Who knows where her hands have been?

"Sirrr!" She purr. Fucking purred. Who is she, a cat?

Nope! Not doing this! Not fucking doing this.

I grabbed her wrists and pushed her off me. She stumbled a little and I just rolled my eyes dusting and fixing my suit.

"Macy"

"Lacy" she corrected.

"Yeah" I don't give a fuck.

"Yes sir"

"You're fired"

The look on her face was fucking priceless. Ha! Now leave.

"Wh..what..why..I-"

"Get your termination letter from the HR"

Her eyes widened knowing I was not joking. I never joke. I'm never joking.

She scurried off to the door crying.

Good riddance.

I sat in my leather seat. Angry. Fucking angry. Why is nobody on this goddamn earth of good use? I just need one. One. One fucking assistant who can do her job. It is not that hard people.

Getting me out of my thoughts was the sound of my phone ringing. When I checked the caller ID a small smile made its way on my face.

MoM/Maa: CALLING!

"Hey! My son who never cared enough to call his mom!"

"Hi maa"I said in a bored tone just to get a reaction out of her.

"Oh hush! I know you be happy and doing a little dance at my calling"

I rolled my eyes. Gosh this woman!

She laughed.
"So, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing maa, just fired another useless assistant of mine".

"Let me guess. She was hitting on you or couldnot take your scandals down or you caught him in your wardrobe smelling your shirt."

Yes unfortunately that has happened.

"Maa, I swear, I, to this day don't know how he got in."

Yes a he, apparently I attract both sides, not that I'm complaining or anything but sometimes it gets difficult. And besides, I'm straight.

I thought maybe if I hire males I would get rid of those useless female assistants.

But no! I took over more problems!

Life's hard being Kezr Heznaya.

"Yes my baby, you got your looks from me. When I was in college I used to-"

"No one. No one looked at you that way. You are mine. I love you. Not them. You hear me?" My dad's angry voice made me smirk widely. And then, they started bickering like little kids as if they don't have two grown adult children. 11 years of marriage and these guys are still, very much in love.

Honestly, I envy them. I need someone to love me, take care of me too but all I know I will get, is attention for money and fame. I love what I do. I truly do. I made this company from scratch. This company is not a pass-on that my father did to me. I spent all my life into becoming what I wanted to, but the fake attention and people it gathers is not what I strived to do.

Yes Iam too young to be a CEO. Got a problem? get the fuck out.

After the commotion on the other end died down, my mother asked me.

"How's our Rozella doing? Are you treating her right?"

Stretching my limbs and cracking my knuckles, I leaned back on my chair, "Maa, anything else because I have work to do."

"Kezr, you need to know darling that she's a really nice person. Not all girls are gold diggers."

"Yeah maa...Can I leave?"

She sighed on the other end and I heard my dad whisper saying that's it's okay. Soon after, she cut the call not before telling me she loves me.

Pinching the bridge of my nose I called Trevor to hire me a new assistant.

I leaned back and thought about how my life changed in the blink of an eye.

When my parents told me about my marriage, my answer was a casual "Fuck no!"

But, when the reasoning they put up front was weighing my decision, I couldn't say no.

Upon thinking of this matter for two days and asking Zake and my sister their opinion, I decided to go for it.

The fucking reason for all this fucking cious is because of business. Apparently The Jones are some filthy mother fuckers, but who didn't know that already?

They are a middle class family and have been saving up money to buy a land property. The land property which I wanted to invest in and buy. Now their reasoning for giving up the land was a contract for marriage. I mean who will give up their daughter for business, yeah these mother fuckers. My mom was really excited saying she will finally get a daughter in law,.

Yeah a gold digging one.

Me being Me, I always have been choosing business, is choosing business and will keep on choosing business over anything.

I have always drawn a line between business and family and I know better to not mix them. But nothing is important to me then my business. Nothing.

So if I have to marry some gold digging bitch for a piece of land in my business, I will.

I want to build a club on that piece of land but that fucking twat took it and now Iam gonna claim it back.

After setting up all meetings with the Jones. We went to there house.

~FLASHBACK~

We reached there door step and heard commotion on the other end, "FUCKING USELESS!" I instantly recognized the voice. It was Gerald Jones, Rozella's father. May be he is talking to a mirror.

My mom looked at me with widened eyes. Me being me shrugged knowing he is talking to a mirror.

We rang the bell and a lady in her 40s opened the door with Gerald behind her. Iam guessing his wife?

"Ah! welcome! welcome!" The woman screeched so loud that I flinched internally and wanted to bang my head on the door.

"Hello, please come on in" The crack head said.

Upon entering, I saw no mirror but what I saw was a girl in the corner and as soon as she saw me she ran. Iam guessing that she is Rozella.

Rozella. When I heard her name, my heart did this fucking thing which I cannot quite describe. Her name is beautiful. Right now, I only saw her hair from when she turned around. I wanted to see her...Is she beautiful?...Is she hot?...Is she going to be a good wife for me?...but again looks are decieving so, no matter how much beautiful she is or apply makeup, she is going to be of the same ugly personality.

The woman guided us towards the living room, it was small but looked cozy. There was a girl sitting there, wait she is blonde....Maybe she is Rozella, or maybe the black head one?

She smiled at me, oh no! She is definitely Rozella. Although she doesn't look like a Rozella.

She was wearing a tight black off shoulder dress that looked like it was about to rip off of her by the amount of tightness it took over her body. She was curvy and hot. She will have to do. Although I could care less, Iam only here for business.

I sat far away from her but she stood up and came to the seat on the couch right fucking next to me, too close for my liking. I swear if she touches me I will blow the fuck up.

I looked at Maa and she made a disgusting face whilst looking at Rozella.

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Everyone has been fucking talking and gossiping and whenever someone asks me a question I just nod or reply in YES OR NO.

And what is Rozella doing? Fucking touching me! I have removed her hand from my thigh countless of fucking times but she doesn't budge.

Okay I have had enough!
As I stood up, Stephanie announced that dinner is ready...Fina-Fucking-lly!

I let Rozella go first, so that when I sit, she cannot sit beside me. She sat at the corner and gave me -come-sit-next-to-me- eyes. But I don't and sat completely opposite to her. God! She is already getting on my nerves how will I cope up with her after marriage?

As I took my seat I heard footsteps approaching the dining table. I looked up and saw the black head.

She was fucking gorgeous. She had her head down whilst her long black hair covered her face. I saw the pink dress she wore. It stopped right above her thighs. I got hard just by looking at her.

Fucking hard by just a look.

What is fucking wrong with me today?

She came and sat in front to me, beside Stephanie, so that we were facing each other.

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We started eating whilst my mom, Stephanie (Rozella's mom), dad and Gerald were in an useless conversation and I donot even fucking know what the fuck the blonde was doing with biting her lip looking at me. I came up with theories to understand her.

1. She has serious herpes.

2. She is really, really, really bad at seducing.

After my theories, I looked up from my plate and saw the black head eating her food quietly with her hair as her curtain. She came off as a really shy person to me.

We haven't even made eye contact yet and I haven't seen her face yet or her eyes.

I looked at her for about 10 seconds or long, thinking she will look up but she didn't.

Come on look up.

Look at me.

As if on cue she looked up at me, but me being the pussy I am, got startled and looked down.

Damn it! Why didn't I just made the eye contact? I really wanna see her eyes. I am acting like a fucking bitch right now.

I looked down at my plate and put the yummy looking sauce in my mouth.

Damn!

"It's delicious" I said and took another slurp.

"I know dear. I made those all dishes. Except for that filthy chilly gravy. Rozella made that one." I looked up and saw Stephanie looking at me with pride. Pride for her food.

I rolled my eyes internally, "Mind you. Iam talking about the chilly gravy"

I felt a slap on my hand and looked at mom to see her glaring at me. I just rolled my eyes and looked back at Stephanie who was looking like she wanted to break my head.

Well, she's not the first one.

I heard a faint voice mumble,"Thank you" I looked around the table to see who it was but found nothing.

I looked up front and saw black head's lips displaying a little tug of a smile.

I just wanted to see her. So, I did the only best thing I could come up with. "Where is the bathroom?"

Everybody looked at me. The whole table quiet down.

Somebody fucking speak or do I take a piss here?

Stephanie said "Yes honey sure, Rozella will show you" Oh Rozella will show alot.

With that being said the black head stood up. Oh, the blonde is not Rozella. Why did my heart did that stupid fucking thing again?

I was relieved to know black head was Rozella. And not the herpes blond who's name is Stacy... I think.

"Yes sure, This way, please" Her soft and polite voice made my heart did some kind of fucking thing.

Are these symptoms for a possible heart attack?

Because my heart never does this.

She started walking and I followed her. When we turned to a corner, I saw a small bathroom.

She stopped and so did I. She turned to me and smiled and I felt a possible heart attack course through my entire body.

~FLASHBACK ENDS~

Shaking my head and clenching my fists I decided to take a break and leave my office.

"Iam heading out" I told my receptionist.

It's not necessary. But I tell him incase a meeting comes over and he loses his brain like a chicken without a head and starts running around finding that I am not there.

I went into my car. And told Zake to start the car.

Zake is my driver also a bodyguard. He is 25 and my very loyal best friend too.

One time those fucking vultures tried to bribe him with millions to leak my information. But he didn't budge and told me instead. Maybe it was because I pay him those millions in an hour everyday or he was being loyal. I think the latter.

"Where to married man?" His annoyed voice filled my ears.

"Fuck off" I put my briefcase beside me and took off my boots.

He hummed and started typing on the GPS.

"What are you doing?"

"Searching this place called fuck off"

I pressed my lips together and clenched my fists after hearing his chuckle.

"Just take me somewhere. Somewhere away. I need to relax."

He looked at me through the rare view mirror and I knew he wanted to ask me what happened.

I showed him a look clearly telling him not to ask further questions and he obeyed.

Just take me anywhere except to the bitch I married.
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So, here is the famous Kezr Heznaya's POV.
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