"Sir do we have to go now?" he asked whilst knowing that I don't change my mind once I've decided.
I can see his anxious expression at the rearview mirror which I see every single day.
Tsk. Boring.
"S-sir the meeting u-uh impor-"
"Did I fucking told you to speak?"
I'll have to quit. This is driving me mad.
Why do I have to ask for their permission if I want to do something with my goddamn life?!
Ugh so frustrating!
"DRIVE FASTER! IF WE'RE LATE EVEN A SECOND IM GONNA HAVE TO FUCKING KILL YOU"
I'll have to go and get him as fast as possible.
He's mine.
If someone touch a strand of his hair I swear-
"Sir we're here"
"Good job manager Gauthier, you can go"
I stepped out of that stuffy limousine and walk my way inside the airport.
I have to take this damn plane with a bunch of smelly strangers so I won't be flooded with media upon arriving at my homeland.
"Sir! Take care of yourself y-you have to *sniff* call me from *sniff* time to time *cough* okay?!"
Though embarrassing it feels good.
I wave him goodbye and smiled to assure him I'll be fine on my own.
"WAAHHH!!! YOU SMILED!!!" his eyes overflowed with tears makes me feel weird.
A strange feeling.
HEH.
You'll have to wait for me Mon Chéri ♡