Aidan, a billionaire and CEO of Empire is known for the title 'Top 5 Hottest Bachelor' for two reasons. He is extremely good-looking and for not wanting to get married, at least until he reaches forty but his mother keeps on setting him with unwante...
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My eyes widen at the sight of my mother entering my office with a smirk on her face, leaving me groaning, knowing of what she's going to say. The same thing she has been saying for the past few months, leaving me frustrated.
''What are you doing here?'' She asks, eyebrows furrowed as she eyes the files on my desk. Then, she turns to look at Flynn, my assistant for the past three years. One of her hand goes up to lift her sunglasses, ''Aidan Gabriel Ashton, didn't I tell you to go and meet—''
I cut her off, dropping the pen onto one of the files before pulling onto my sleeves onto my elbows. Without me realising, I've already clenched my jaw as I sigh deeply, a sign of displeased by her.
''I'm always busy,'' I respond, ''I don't have time to go on dates,'' My voice sounded low and almost inaudible it was loud enough for my own mother to hear; knowing that she is always unsatisfied by my answer.
''Bullshit,'' She replies, causing my eyes to widen.
''Excuse me?'' I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue on as she takes a few steps closer towards me. Her right hand holding onto her phone, shoving it towards my face, making me lean my head back in surprise.
''Scandals . . . '' She scoffs, shaking her head, ''Don't feed me with lies as if I'm a child, Gabriel. We both know about your pathetic reputation,'' She scrolls down her phone, her nose scrunching in disgust; showing it clearly through her expressions, ''Look at this,'' She adds.
I lean to look at her phone, my picture was taken randomly a few days ago while someone was holding onto my forearm as we were entering the hotel. Within seconds, I am already pinching the bridge of my nose before leaning my head back in disbelief.
''Why are you even keeping up with these things?'' I ask, completely dissatisfied. Especially at my age for being an adult and old enough to control my own life yet she's busy trying to alter mine. Days spent with her telling me to get married . . . have a permanent commitment.
It's not as easy as ABC. I mean, I can't just walk down the street and ask a stranger to marry me. First of all, that's just plain stupid. Second, I can't marry someone I don't love because marriage is not a temporary thing. It'll have to last forever—so, I have to marry someone special.
But as for now, no one owns my heart, yet.
''Because you're my son and you're embarrassing our family with your one night stands. Where's the benefit of it all? What about the dates I've set you up?'' She takes a seat near my desk as sigh, once more. My eyes wander to Flynn who is currently, awkwardly standing beside me, giving him signs to make an excuse for us to leave.
