I’ve waited a long time for this. But I want it over and done with as quickly as possible.
This isn’t the type of moment I want to savor.
That was last night. With her.
A smile spreads over my face when images of her beautiful body flash through my memory. She arched against me with my name on her lips as she gasps for air, my cock deep inside her, pleasure flooding us.
She loves me. I’m going to be a father. Everything is falling perfectly into place.
I pull my mind from those beautiful moments and back into the present.Focus, Kristopher. Your father signing this document will be the closure you need. The end of this madness once and for all.
A hard knock against my window makes me jump. I turn to see Faiz standing there, his brows knitted.
I push my door open and climb out, the envelope in my hand.
“You missed me. How sweet,” he says sarcastically.
“Can we talk in your office?” I ask.
“Why, you don’t like the parking lot?” he laughs coldly.
“This is important,” I snap.
“More of the same unfounded and false accusations you came into my home to share?”
“No false accusations, Faiz. Only facts.”
He snorts. “Facts based on what exactly, Kristopher? A hunch? Some moron on the street telling lies?” he laughs. “You really don’t get it, do you? Your power is slipping. Your judgment is lacking, and the world can see it. Your throne is crumbling because you are not man enough to control it all.”
I sigh, grinding my teeth and clenching my fists. I’m already bored with this back and forth, and I’m already losing patience.
“Can we talk in your office?” I ask again, gesturing towards the elevators.
“No,” he says blandly. “Say what you came to say. I have a lot to do, and you’re wasting my time.”
“Fine,” I snap. “I’m here to inform you that your plans to turn those warehouses into a larger venue for the auction-trade business are no longer going to be possible. Your attempts to pin attacks against my allies on me have failed, and you have no choice but to back down.”
I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him. He grins.
“Please, my son, accept that you are not the one in control here. I am.”
“Really?” I muse and begin to provide intimate details of his plans and his movements. Ali was thorough in his betrayal in order to save his own ass. I guess we really didn’t give him any other choice.
The more I reveal about what I know, the wider my father’s eyes grow and the redder his face gets.
His anger is flaring, his breathing heavy.
I hand him the envelope. “That is why you will sign this,” I state clearly. “And we can all move past this.”
He snatches it from me and throws it to the ground, spitting next to it.
“Fuck you, Kristopher. You weak, patheticboy,” he hisses, his words spilling from his lips like venom. “You never had enough backbone. You were always a disappointment. I was embarrassed to call you my son.”
His face is glowing bright red, veins popping up on his temple.
I watch him, curious about how little I feel.
Somehow, his words don’t sting like they used to. He doesn’t look scary; he actually looks weak and desperate.
