A frustrating day

KAI

I woke up after a disturbing sleep, grunting as I sat up in bed, only to freeze when I noticed the patch on my shorts. 

You've got to be fucking kidding me!

I lifted the waistband and took a glance. Did I freaking have a wet dream? Impossible! The last time I had those was years ago when I was a fucking teenager…it must be a mistake. It had to be.

I'm just too old for that. 

…

Waking up to a disturbing scene almost made my day worse. First, I couldn't find my favourite cup. I could have sworn it was on the counter when I went to bed last night, but it seemed to vanish.

After that, it was my favourite pair of boxer briefs. The same pair I had folded two days ago, and had planned to wear for a new contract signing, had, just like my favourite mug, vanished without a trace.

It took me hours of practically searching every corner of my room, then my house, to realise they were freaking missing. I don't even use a dry cleaning service, so I knew they weren't in someone's place.

And if that wasn't the worst, my freaking neighbour parked behind my car because apparently a psycho parked in his spot. I had to call his flat before he came down to remove it. 

By the time I arrived at work, I was at the limit of my patience. My eyes had circles around them, and I hadn't even had any caffeine in my system. The search for my boxer brief had taken most of my time. 

“Good morning, boss!” My receptionist, and a worker I didn't recognise, greeted me the moment I stepped in. 

I waved at them as I rushed towards the lift, still fucking pissed at the universe for the sick joke she's playing.

However, when I stepped into my office and saw a steaming cup of coffee, all that frustration vanished. I hurried over to my desk, tossed my briefcase on my couch, and practically dived for the cup. I took a large gulp of the coffee and breathed out a sigh. As the hot liquid slithered down my throat to my stomach, it seemed to lift my spirit. I no longer felt that urge to snap the head of any that so much as looked at me. 

I took the cup and walked around my desk to my chair. I took a sip before I sat down, placing the mug on the desk. I had never appreciated my secretary as I did at that moment. For the first time since I employed him four years ago, he actually brought coffee in, and it was at the moment I needed it so badly. Who knows what I would have done if I hadn't taken that sip? 

My sour mood was lifted, along with the weight of the chaos that had plagued my morning. It seemed like a simple cup of coffee had the power to turn my day around completely. As I settled into my chair, feeling the caffeine kick in and the warmth of the mug in my hand, I couldn't help but smile. 

Maybe the day isn't lost after all.

With a newfound sense of determination, I opened my laptop and got to work, feeling more focused and energised. And as the day went on, I found myself being more productive than usual. It was as if that cup of coffee had given me a boost of motivation that I desperately needed.

By the end of the day, I had accomplished more than I thought possible. I even found my missing boxer brief tucked away in a drawer in my office, even though I couldn't even recall ever bringing it to the office. It was as if the universe had decided to give me a break after all the chaos earlier in the day. I thought of the positivity instead of dwelling on why the new boxer brief smelled washed. 

Have I perhaps worn and washed it, and forgotten? Probably. With Dad's talk about marriage and settling down, I wouldn't be surprised if I forget some little details. 

A knock came on my door a few minutes before closing time. I hadn't seen my secretary all day. It wasn't odd. We mostly spoke through the phone, aside from when I needed him physically present.

“Good evening, sir,” Edward greeted, stepping in and closing the door gently behind him. I nodded, with my gaze on my laptop, reading off the last sentence of the contract. It was my last work for the day, and I was ready to clock out. 

It wasn't every day that you get a free night and….

Shit! 

I hope I didn't jinx this. 

“Sir, you have dinner with your dad tonight.”

“Fuck!”

Talk about jinxing it. I knew I shouldn't have thought about a free day. I always end up getting something for the day. 

I quickly closed my laptop and stood up, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Dinner with my dad was the last thing I wanted to do tonight. We always end up arguing about something or the other. 

“Tell him I won't make it,” I said, reaching for my jacket. “I'm busy.”

“But you're not. He —”

“Won't know you lied.” I walked towards him. “Postpone the meeting,” I said, patting him gently on his left shoulder. “I'm done for the day. After all the madness, I don't think I can afford to meet him. I might end up crashing.”

“I can't possibly —”

“That's why you get paid, Edward,” I cut him off before he could continue. “Cancel.” 

“Okay, boss.” Gulping, he bowed and stepped to the side as I walked out of my office. 

I wasn't lying about being drained. I fucking needed to crash early. 

I stopped at a restaurant to eat dinner before I returned home and went straight to bed, without even bothering to change. The second my head hit the foam, I was out.