0: PROLOGUE

"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 ♡