Mr Perfect

ALEX

"I want everything to be perfect! From my hair to my outfits, my shoes, my office, my house, everything! I'm a man of perfection and I really do not like lazy people do you understand? I see no reason why you shouldn't do your daily chores because I believe I pay you well. So do we have an agreement?" 

"Yes sir. Sure sir.", Natalie, my new maid answered. 

Natalie is the seventh maid I've employed in 3 months. 

These maids never last. It's either they want to get in my bed, or they steal from me. I don't even get it, cause I pay them so high, their salaries can buy a house in Beverly Hills! 

"Okay, good.", I answered sternly and walked towards my room.  

I live in a six-bedroom penthouse in the hills. 

Dark, cold, and quiet is my aesthetic. I hate loud people but I do hang out at rowdy places, like the club downtown owned by my best friend, Paul Douglas. 

I hang out there every Friday night after work. There are so many hot chicks in there but none of them have caught my eye. I wonder how ladies will stoop ao 

Low As to stripping and showing off their parts; if I ever find my little sis there, I'd beat the hell out of her instantly.  

Paul has been my best friend since my high school days. We did everything together, we were almost inseparable. I went on to continue my family’s businesses after college when my dad passed, while Paul who has always been interested in the bar went on to open one. 

  

“Hey man whats up?”, I shook out of thought when my phone rang and I picked it up. Paul called. 

“Nothing bro, I was wondering if you could pass by the bar next week Friday; I want us to talk about something “ 

“Oh alright sure, next week is okay by me”, I answered him. 

“Alright bro, catch you later”, he hung up. 

Just after Paul hung up, another call came in. 

Julia. Julia again. 

Julia was my former Secretary. Hot, feisty, sexy, petite. 

She was just my type of girl, but I could never take her seriously. All she ever wanted was sex, money, and a good time. She's indeed a good ride but that's all she'll ever be. I fired Julia cause all we ever did at work was fuck. And it was affecting my company badly. 

We did it on my table, couch, toilet floor, in the lobby, in the car, and everywhere! I Couldn't resist Julia she handled me so well and it took me places I've never been before. But even after firing her, we didn't stop. We had sex whenever we met, and at every function, party or whatever. Julia was fire, and she still is. 

  

“Hey Mark!”, she called out, sounding excited. 

Mark. No one ever called me Mark except my late mom. I only let Julia call me Mark cause I felt safe with her at the time. 

“Hi Julia, why are you calling?”, I didn't want to have a conversation with her, I knew she wanted money—or sex. 

“Baby, I missed you, you know I haven't had anyone touch me in a long time. I just thought we could link up at Paul’s Bar and give each other a good time”, she whined. 

One thing I'd never say no to is an opportunity to have mind-blowing sex and Julia was the girl for it. 

“Okay, Friday next week, 11 pm”, I told her straight. I didn’t want a conversation.

“Okay baby boy”, she answered in a flirty tone and hung up. 

MARGA

I walked into the store, not sure of what to buy. I had just $15 left with me. I was broke as hell and didn't know what to do. Just then I looked at my right hand and realized a card was in it. 

Paul’s Bar. Club, restaurant, and stripping. 

Why did I have this? Why didn't I give it back to the stranger I met at the door? “Oh silly Marga”,  

The voice in my head spoke up again. 

I also saw that it had an address and a contact. 

I was going to return the card to its owner, but first I had to figure out what to buy for Mom and myself for just $15. 

I staggered towards the meat shelf and got a pack, -$8 left. Then I took a baguette, -$2—was all I had left. 

I paid for it and went back home. 

While at home, I made lunch and then remembered I had to call Sally. 

I put the call through to her. 

“Hi, this is Sally Monroe, I'm unavailable now, please leave a message.”, the line beeped. 

“Ugh, as always she never responds to first calls”, I sighed and walked into my room, I lay on my bed trying to think of something to do about Mom's treatment. 

As I Lay on my bed, I thought about how beautiful it would be to just have a well-paying job that could get us out of this poverty. I barely ate, I was pale, chapped lips, and I looked like a moving corpse. 

“What do I do?”, I asked myself. 

“Get up and work dummy!”, the voice in my head snapped back at me. 

“Like I haven't tried”, I snorted. 

Just then, a call came in. It was Sally. 

  

“Hi, Sally Monroe. I got your call, who is this please?”, she sounded so gentle and soft-spoken. 

“Uhh Hi Sally, uhh it's Marga, from college—bestie?”, I answered, unsure of how she was going to react. 

“Oh my God Bestie!!! Where have you been?? Like it's been four, or five years, oh my!!”,  she sounded pretty excited to hear from me again. Just then, I knew the conversation was going to go well. 

“Well uhm I've been around, working my ass off”, I replied dryly. 

“Yeah right, definitely we need to see!! I'm super excited to hear from you again Marga. Let's meet tomorrow, I'm in Dallas.” 

“Oh alright, sure thing girl, tomorrow, 4pm, Midnight Cafe.”  

“Okay Marga byeeeee”, she hung up.