Jared sighed softly in annoyance as he heard the all-too-familiar heavy metal thump through the apartment from Mathias' bedroom. He shook his head, cupping his forehead in his hand before saying, "Character, huh? More like my own personal villain." The statement was said with honesty, but also a lacing of affection. He loved his son and wished his job didn't keep him from the boy, but he had no other choice. If he was to keep custody, then he had to work these long days, earn all this money, pay the bills, pay for his son's motorcycle, etc. The list went on, mostly of stuff for his son and not for him. His son took everything for granted, never thanking anyone for anything.<br/><br/>He nodded at the acceptance and said, "Good luck. Yes, he is quite a strange one. Be wary." He poured himself a glass of wine and nodded. "Yes, yes. You can go speak with him if you need to. And if your answer is yes or no, just call me back later tonight." With a nod and a raise of his glass, he walked away to his own private office, the age and stress obvious in his stature and walk.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Mathias had given up trying to listen to the conversation as soon as his father started out talking about some mission-some boring-as-shit project that he was more than likely going to be forced to get involved in. Ha. Like he would be a part of it. His father knew if he was told to be at a presentation, Mathias would show up, in his black jeans, chains, makeup, spiky hair, everything.<br/><br/>Which would ultimately result in someone higher up than his father (not that there were many) yelling at him for making such a fool of the company.<br/><br/>The young man slipped the bottle of Merlot he had hidden in his dresser, out, and began sipping at it as he went to sit down next to the enormous floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over the lake behind the penthouse apartments.<br/><br/>He could see numerous shirtless men and bikini-clad women below, but wasn't sure if the guys were hot enough for him to sneak out of his room and downstairs. God, he needed to jump someone's bones right now-<br/><br/>Knock. Knock.<br/><br/>Who the hell knocked in their own house? Jesus-<br/>Oh wait. Was it that hot smexy being from the kitchen?<br/>That he had made an idiot of himself in front of in not even the first five seconds of actually seeing him?<br/>Ugh.<br/><br/>He went to the door, reluctantly. didn't hide his bottle as he opened the door, eyebrows raised. "Yes?" He asked the man standing in front of the doors. His expression was a mixture of confusion, annoyance, amusement, and dazedness, thanks to the alcohol.<br/><br/>He was shirtless now, his jeans snug on his hips as he tilted his head at the man.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Please...please be here to do me. Please. Please. Please.</span>His thoughts were surprisingly dirty and suggestive compared to his rather calm and collected state.