Chapter 7 Impotent CEO

Few minutes later)

(Fernandez Villa)

"We are here, sir," His driver informed him looking at him from the rear view. Miguel has been staring at his phone throughout the ride, he slowly look out through the window and indeed they've gotten to the Fernandez Villa.

"Oh," He muttered and was about getting down his eyes caught something, he saw his doctor coming out of the house, leaving already."What's he doing- fuck! Don't tell me Dad called him? This is why I hate family doctors," he shuttered and finally get down.

"Welcome sir," The staff greeted him with a bow but instead he simply walk away more like ignoring them.

He walked into the mansion, the maids line up to give him his honor, they all bow despite the fact that he doesn't care about that, he didn't even spare them a glance.

At that moment, all on his mind are 'what was the doctor doing here?' and 'why did he called him over when no one likes him in this house?' Those questions occupied his mind that he didn't care about the staff greeting him.

Then he met the chief staff on his way to his father's office, the woman bow slightly with a smile. "Welcome home, Miguel," The woman simply said and judging on the informality, one could tell that the woman holds a peculiar post in the house.

She's the only woman in the house Miguel respects, "Thank you, Ma'am Felicia, Where's Dad?" He asked immediately.

"He's in his study room, enjoying his relaxation," She replied with a chuckle.

"I see," He mumbled and with that he left the woman going to the study room. When he finally got there, he took a long deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in," he heard from inside and he wasted no time in opening the door and there he found his father, relaxing on a stretcher with two slice of cucumber on his face. The old man was really enjoying himself in a study room?

Miguel rolled his eyes, "Why did you ask me to come here?" He snapped and his father scoffed.

"Have you lost your manners? Don't you know how to greet anymore?" He asked and Miguel growl under his breath.

"Good afternoon," He greeted briefly while his Dad smile. "I see you're enjoying yourself so, why did you call me?"

The old man picked the cucumber on his face and sat up, "Hmm, that was good," He complements himself then finally take a look at Miguel. "You should sit," he offered which Miguel obliged.

Miguel glanced at his wristwatch, "I'm running out of time, can you tell me already? I don't want Ms. Alina's food to go to waste," He muttered referring to his workers at his home.

His father chuckle, "When did you start to care about someone else's food? Stop making lame excuses you don't like it here, right?"

Miguel smirked, "Thank God you know," He growl.

"Why have you been visiting Doctor Huston?" He suddenly asked and that made Miguel remembered seeing him coming out of the house earlier.

"Was that why you called him over?" He questioned.

"You saw him? Good, yes I did."

"Why?"

"I was worried that's all, I don't want another problem for you," He chip in looking at his son with affection and pity but Miguel seems to hate that.

"Don't look at me that way, it makes me feel miserable," He snaps as he balled his fist slowly. "You don't need to worry about a thing, I won't let my illness affect my business," He added as his ear turns pure red and his eyelashes bat repeatedly to prevent him from dropping tears.

"You're not ill, son-"

Miguel chuckle with a glare cutting his father off "Not ill? Then what's it? Dad, I can't be a father! I'm impotent and you say it's not illness? You don't understand anything," He muttered on a low tone but he was angry.

He despises the look on his father's face, he doesn't want it and makes him feel like a weakling.

The old man breathed in, "That's why Jessica is coming home," he shutters while Miguel pinched his eyebrows together.

"What-? Why is she coming home?" Miguel asked

"To push forward your engagement, It's coming in about 3months," He told him. "I want you to take her from the airport, she's coming in 2days time."

Miguel heaved a deep breath as he takes his lips in. "I will be busy," He muttered.

"Make time for her, it's an order, you know how much we'd be losing if you lose her," His father commanded and Miguel knew he has no say in this.

****

Miguel sank his fingers deeply into his hair as he wait for his coffee to brew, he doesn't understand why his dad wants him to get married. It's not like he can father a child, what's the use?

"This is so stressful," he muttered then his coffee was ready, he took it and sip a little bit. "That Jessica, she's a spoilt brat-"

"Oh, look who's here," someone interrupted him, he turn to look at the person.

He rolled his eyes when he found his step-brother standing behind him. "What are doing here?" He asked and his step-brother laughed.

"Is that even a question? I should be asking you that," He mumbled and went ahead to brew his coffee. "You hate us, don't you? Mr. heir," He added and one could tell he's jealous.

"No one need to tell me exactly what you and your younger ones are after, you're all jealous, Fred," Miguel snapped glaring at him with a chuckle.

That got on Fred's nerves. "What did you just say!" He growl but Miguel gulp down the coffee threw the paper cup into the wastebin, he move closer to Fred who was fuming.

"Save your sweat and anger till the shareholders meeting, you guys are nothing till then," He whispered softly into his ear.

Miguel pat him on the shoulder with a smirk on his lips and with that he left. "One of the reasons I don't want to come here,"