Page 12 of The Loathing

She was the best damn doctor. My little ray of sunshine. She was the ray of sunshine I needed on my darkest days.

I had been checking my phone all morning, still no word from Xavier. He had three days to tell me what was happening. I hated not knowing, it was driving me insane.

Pulling up his number, I type him out a message.

Titus

Tick, tock, Xavier. I have a daughter and a life that I need to plan around, the world doesn’t stop because you say so.

I hit send and wait to see if he reads it, it instantly turns to two ticks.

Xavier

Watch who you’re talking to Titty. Change of plans, I need you in England.

My eyes widen, “What!?” I roar, my thumbs angrily dancing across the screen.

Titus

Like fuck, what am I going to do about my kid? Put Amora on the plane, or I’ll send a fucking private jet to get her. Just get her here.

Again, he reads it instantly.

Xavier

Fuck you.

I slam my phone down on the wooden breakfast bar and tug at my hair, this man is insufferable.

Inhaling deeply, I pick my phone back up and type a response.

Titus

No, go fuck yourself.

Sliding my phone back onto the work surface, I open the refrigerator and grab a beer, twisting the cap off the top and taking a huge swig. My phone begins buzzing and dancing across the table. I sigh heavily as I watch his name flash on my screen.

I ignore it.

But he rings again.

And again.

“Fuck, this guy!” I shout to the empty room, slamming the beer bottle on the side, ignoring the fizz that threatened to overspill up the neck.

I click answer and wait for him to speak, but all I can hear is heavy breathing until eventually he speaks.

“Titty.”

“Cunty,” I smirk, reaching for my beer and bringing it to my lips.

“You want this job, right?” I hear the condescending tone dripping from his tongue.

“Not particularly, but you know, thought it might look good on the old resumé to work with an arrogant asshole who has his head shoved up his ass.”

“Lovely,” he grunts, “Anyway, Sunday. Does that work for you Titty?”

“No, it doesn’t work for me, I have a daughter, what am I supposed to do?”

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