Relentless Desire

Chapter 2

“Dad, you can't possibly do this to me,” Klaus Adams protests. Drake, his dad, just told him that he would send him to Spain the moment he entered the office.

“Then stop whoring your ass around. You're not a child anymore!” Drake snaps, throwing a picture of himself with multiple naked women in his face. He doesn't know what to do with his son. He's not supposed to be scolding him anymore because he is already twenty-two. He's assuming that he knows what's right and wrong already, but the problem is that Klaus' brain seems to stop maturing when he reached the age of eighteen.

Klaus picks the picture up from the floor and his eyes widen in shock. How did his dad get this picture?

He had someone pay to delete the picture. That's why he is surprised to see it clearly printed in front of him.

There's only one person he's suspecting in his mind and that's Alfred. Alfred works for his dad as a butler. He wants to get angry at him but he can't because he knows that Alfred is just doing what his dad orders him to do. He draws in a deep breath and closes his eyes. He curses inwardly because he's thoroughly f****d up this time.

“H-How can you believe in this mere picture? Can't you see it? It's clearly photoshopped.”

Whatever lies he spouts, his dad never falls for it because he knows his son all too well. “If you don't want to go to Spain, then work as a waiter at our restaurant.” waiter? He can't be serious about it! I'm sure I'll be the laughing stock of everyone. His dad goes over his mahogany desk, sits, leans his back, loosens his tie around his neck, and calls someone while he massages his temple. He oozes such a compelling aura that even Klaus is afraid to object furthermore. He can't help but curse the b***h who took the picture in his head.

“You will start working tomorrow. You can leave now,” he dismisses Klaus without casting him a glance while he waits for the person he's calling to pick up.

“And stop hanging out with your friends, they are a bad influence on you.” Klaus just rolls his eyes inwardly before he turns his back and leaves.

Bad influence, his ass! At least they understand him.

When Klaus' mother died two years ago, Drake became more strict; he has eyes wherever Klaus goes. That's because he promised to her wife that he would take care of Klaus but Klaus misunderstands it as controlling because he doesn't understand how dire their situation is. He just wants to party every night with his friends.

He's already lost his wife, and he can't afford to lose his son too. He believes that his wife didn't kill herself and that there was foul play because there are people who can't accept the fact that he surpasses them, hence his reason for his action towards Klaus. He's not up to competition. Only his business rivals think that he is.

Everyone misunderstands his actions, but he doesn't care anyway, and that's the reason where he is now. He's successful because he's focused on what he wants to achieve in his life.

*

“For real?” Klaus' friends burst out laughing in unison after Tyler told them what had occurred in the office. They can't imagine him clad in a waiter suit or working as a waiter at their own restaurant.

They are in a club that Mason and Ethan, his friends, own.

He leans on his back, spreads his right arm over the backrest of a couch, and sips on his drink. “You know, dad. He's a control freak.” Why can't he just let him do what he wants? He's not a child anymore, and he knows what he's doing.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Do I have a choice? If I don't work as a waiter, he'll send me to Spain to manage our business. "His dad clearly doesn't understand what he wants. Klaus despises doing business, so when Drake told him to work as a waiter instead, he didn't object after thinking about it because he thought objecting would only make his suffering worse.

“I find working as a waiter a little bit more convenient than going to Spain to manage our business because what if I f**k up?” Klaus has never been optimistic about running a business.

“Why don't you just tell him what you really want? I'm sure he will understand you,” Ethan says.

Mason looks up. “I agree with Ethan.”

Klaus looks at his friends and laughs, finding what they said absurd. Understand? He sneers mentally. “He never understands me. And what's the point? He still wants me to do what he wants anyway. It's always his decision.” If only his mom was still here, I'm sure she would understand him.

“How would you know? You never tell him.”

Mason raises his hand. A second later, a server arrives and refills their glasses. Her heels click every step she makes, which makes Klaus look at it with an irritated frown across his face.

“I know my dad.”

“Why do your servers have to wear high heels? It's irritating.”

Mason chuckles and motions to Ethan. “Ask him.” Ethan bizarrely finds women attractive in high heels. It's one of his fantasies.

Klaus arches his brow at Ethan.

“It's the club's lucky charm,” Ethan says and chuckles.

“Anyways, how many days should you be working as a waiter?”

Klaus just shrugs and then sips on his drink. He doesn't want to talk about it anymore. They continue their conversation, and later on, a woman named Ava arrives at their table and sits over Klaus' lap. Klaus doesn't remember her name nor does he find familiarity with her face, but he's certain that she's one of his hundreds of women.

He wants to divert his attention to something else, so he's glad that the woman arrives.

Ava flashes him a seductive smile before she ducks her head and captures his pink lips with hers, and Klaus responds willingly. However, she frowns when he gently pushes her face away from her.

“Let me put this first.” He places his drink on the table before he kisses her back sensually and hungrily. He shoves his tongue inside her mouth forcibly and bits her upper lip. His left hand goes beneath her skirt and rubs her thigh before it ascends up her breast, making the woman shiver in delight. He takes his hand off her thigh and uses it to unbutton her floral top blouse while the other one massages her breasts. Her hard n****e is visible beneath her thin blouse because she's not wearing a bra.

Her hand teasingly trails down his chest when she feels his hardness beneath her, but Klaus catches her hand when she's halfway through his hard c**k.

He leans in a little and whispers, “Sorry to burst your bubble, but it's not available.”

*

“You're hired,” says the manager of a restaurant where Aliana is applying while her head is downcast, checking Aliana's resume.

"H-Huh? But you haven't interviewed me yet.” Aliana can't believe what she just heard. I'm hired? Did she lose her mind or just the process of hiring in this state is just different?

They just arrived two hours ago in Chicago.

Her mom was the one who arranged their belongings. She only helped her in bringing their things in their new house from the car before she started her venture of finding a job in the city, even though she was exhausted because of the long drive. Traveling from New York to Chicago solely by car is not a joke. The house is not that big, unlike their house in New York, but it also can't be considered tiny.

The manager of the restaurant just gives her a small smile before she hands her a paper and says, “Your requirements are written on the paper, but you can start tomorrow if you want. Don't worry, I will be guiding you during your first week.”

When she gets home, she finds her mom crying in the living room. When Valeria was fixing all their things earlier, she found a picture of her husband and her. She couldn't contain her emotions when she saw how happy they were.

She immediately stands up from the sofa and wipes her tears with the back of her hand when she sees her daughter enter the main door. She smiles, albeit forcefully. She feels bad because her daughter is supposed to be resting right now. She feels like she has failed as a mother to her daughter.