Be on his best behavior

At the Kewls

A butler helped Alex out of his suit jacket and waited to receive the tie. Christopher flopped on the sofa and deflated against it with a heavy sigh. His gaze went to his father who nodded at the bowing butler before he left.

Christopher fell into thought only to chuckle, seeming to recall something. "I thought it was going to be a boring dinner but it turned out more interesting." 

"Hmm", Alex scoffed, plopping down on a single sofa to turn on the TV.

"That bitch humiliated me only to get humiliated even more all by herself."

"Watch how you address her in public, you know how powerful the Sanders are", Alex warned.

"If I didn't know better, I would deny it after tonight. They're one dysfunctional family", he shook his head, looking amused. "Why did we go there in the first place? At such short notice?"

"You heard Harold, forming new friendships."

"That's weird."

"Speaking of which, since you're going to be Claude's friend, I don't want a repeat of what you did at Trivedi's. Let go of that Kareena person or whatever. And what you do with Tony, minimize it. It will be a bad look on you."

"Yes, yes. Don't worry." That was all he could say. His face grew red knowing that his father knew about his little fun adventures with his best friend Tony. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Is it really okay for him to know?

Alex looked at his son's side profile. As much as he was someone he dotted on so much, he could be really foolish sometimes especially in his choices. He had no qualms about him having fun but he hoped that Claude would be a better influence than Tony. 

Alex's gaze fell on the time displayed on the screen and his brows rose. "Are you sleeping here tonight?"

"Yes", he answered, looking at his phone.

Alex's gaze softened and lit up, delighted to hear the response. "Shall I have the maids prepare a bath before you go to sleep?"

An unread message of his stuck in his inbox like a sore thumb. He looked at the contact he had sent it to. 

'She's always busy', he mused a grumble.

"Chris?" Alex called out worriedly. "Is everything alright?"

"Ah yes!" He turned off the screen and stuffed the device in his pocket. "Yes. The bath would be nice."

Alex conveyed the message to his butler before resuming to watch the news. Chris stayed on his phone, dialing the number only to receive no reply. The cold response only fueled his annoyance. 

"Dad, I'll see you tomorrow", he grumbled, leaving the room to take the stairs leading to his.

"Alright, goodnight", Alex replied. 

Tonight had been a lot for Chris. He was humiliated by the rich bitch with the sexy legs and now his flower could not be reached when he needed her. 

The frustrations built up, his head feeling like it would explode with each passing second. A night out would definitely make him feel better. He scrolled through his contacts and dialed a familiar number. 

"Yo!" Tony rasped.

"Ah.... Ah.. ah....", A coquettish moan followed.

Chris's face darkened with envy at the sound of skin slapping echoing from the other side. "You're having fun by yourself."

"You said you had a dinner thing", Tony breathed. "Come over, there's plenty for both of us."

"Where are-" he stopped and contorted his face in annoyance. With the new found friendship that Harold instigated, he had to be on his best behavior. That meant no more wild parties for the time being. "Arrgggh... I can't man. Enjoy."

"Are you sure? There's someone with huge tits. I know you like those", Tony tempted.

"Dammit. No Tony. Bye", he hang up before he could be tempted into sneaking out. 

Chris moved to punch the door to his room before him only to stop himself an inch away. He took deep breaths and looked at his phone. The message was still unread. This woman! How is he supposed to vent his frustrations?

He softly slammed his forehead against the door before slowly opening it. Two brunette maids walked out of his bathroom, being greeted by the downcast young master. 

"Your bath is ready, sir", one of them spoke, announcing their presence. 

"Mm", Chris hummed as he looked up. His brows shot up. When did his father hire such good looking staff?

"If there's anything else, you'll let us know", the other spoke before they began to leave. 

"Where are you going?" He furrowed his brows, his features contorting in displeasure.

"Sir?" 

"What did my father asked you to do?"

"....To prepare your bath."

"And you expect me to bath myself? Are you dumb? Don't you know who my father is?" 

Maids: "..."

"But sir..."

"If you still want to have your job or want to ever have one after that, you'll be following me in there. You know how capable my father is. Do you know where we were tonight? Having dinner at THE president's house with the man himself. So if I were you, I wouldn't waste my time thinking", he spoke as he disappeared into the bathroom. 

The soft thud of footsteps following behind him fueled the sinister smirk that stretched over his face. For domestic workers, they certainly had fuckable bodies. Really, who says he needed to go out to have fun?