Chapter 5 Five

Damien's POV

Xavier hits the decanter too hard on the surface of the bar.

My head snaps up and I glare at my idiot brother for disturbing my focus for the umpteenth times.

The idiot grins and take a long leisure sip from the glass in his hand.

"Stop ribbing him, Xavier," George scolds from the sofa that he's lounging on and I sigh in relief that someone is on my side. But then he keeps talking, "his panties have been in a twist ever since his mysterious girl disappeared."

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath as I go over all the reasons it will be wrong to end my brothers' lives.

I'm currently in my office and trying to work through the files and reports on my desk like we all ought to be doing. Yet, my concentration is being compromised by these two idiots who can't take a hint and leave me the fuck alone.

"Don't you guys have some work to attend to?" I ask them. "And drop my fucking drink. You don't pay me for it," I say to Xavier who just keep drinking my fucking alcohol with a fucking smile on his face.

This has been going on for a week. You would think that my brothers would have finally stop ribbing me and getting on my nerves after a week of not getting a reaction out of me. Unfortunately, it seems like they are more determined to grate on my nerve and see me bust into flames.

Sighing, I look down at the file in front of me. I know when I'm fighting a losing battle and when to call it a day. This is one of those times. My annoying brothers aren't going to step out of this room until they have gotten what they came for.

"So, have you heard any news about her?" George asks, leaving the seat he's seated on and strolling over to my table. He leans against it and crosses his arms over his chest. "I have a private investigator that's working on a case for me. I could give you his number if you want."

A private investigator? What sort of shady shit is my brother dappling in?

"Why do you have a fucking private investigator?" Xavier asks, voicing out the question in both our minds.

George ignore his question and keeps his attention on me. "Do you want his number or not?"

"I'm good." I don't think finding Tessa requires me to seek out a private investigator. I have kept going to the bar that we met and I'm sure that I'll run into her eventually.

I have a lot of questions to ask her. Firstly, what did she do to my fucking coat and t-shirt? Secondly, why didn't she tell me that she's a fucking virgin?! Thirdly, why just she sneak out of my house without my knowledge?

After I've gotten those questions, I'm then proceed to drag her back into my bed and have my wicked way with her because God help me, but one time wasn't enough.

"Oh, he's so whipped. Look at his face," Xavier mocks with his finger pointed at my face.

I grip that finger and bend it backwards until he starts yapping and begging me to let go. When I do, he clutches the finger to his chest and lets out a whimper with a glare on his face.

"Go to your offices," I grit out through clenched teeth. Why are they always camping out in my office when they both have good, functioning offices of their own? How do they even get any work done when they are always in my office? Maybe I should get rid of my indoor bar. It's like a beacon that draws them towards my office. But I need those daily tiny sips to get me through dealing with them.

They shuffle out of the room with Xavier still whining about how mean I'm being to him. He gives me one final glare from the doorway before slamming the door hard enough for it to fall off it hinges.

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh of relief at the peace and quiet. That peace and quiet is cut all to short when there's a knock on my door a few minutes later.

"Come in," I groan, already feeling the start of a headache blooming. When am I going to catch a break around here? Is it too early to call it a day and head back to my house?

Alessia, my secretary, pops her head into the office and gives me a tiny smile. "Sir, the applicants for the position of senior writer have arrived. Should I send the first one in?"

I totally forgot that the interviews are holding today. I can't possible tell them all to go away and come back another day...right?

Giving in with a sigh, I close the file in front of me and push it to the side.

"Sure, sent the first one in?"

She nods and close the door. Another knock is heard a few seconds later and I invite the person in.

The door open along with my mouth as I get a look at who the first applicant for the day is. Tessa.