Xavier's POV

Wondering why I always had an answer to everyone's question and it made a smile on my face anytime I thought about it.

"Be back before 9:00am in the morning"

"Ok sir" I conceded to his words as I walked out of the house, surprised to see the driver who was leaning on his car, smoking.

"What are you still doing here?" I walked up to him, clenching my fists in anger. 

"My job, I'm your driver remember?" He uttered, puffing his smoke directly at my nostrils. 

"Well I don't need your help. Find someone else to render your services to" I divulged, staring at this young man...