“He’s still family,” I said, trying to bring the conversation back under my control.
“Yeah,” my father cut in. “He’s family. My family. My son. Now, you need to hand him over to me. Tatiana wants him to move in. You’re coming to graduation, so we can introduce him to the idea of his new family then.”
“No,” I said.
“No?” My father was incredulous.
“No, I’m not giving him up to you. I have more money than you and better lawyers. You’re just the piece of shit who abandoned not one but both of his sons and is fucking his student,” I said coldly.
“Fuck you!” my father yelled. “I’m Alfie’s father, not you. My name is on the birth certificate and not yours. I’m taking my kid back. The courts aren’t going to side with you over the child’s own father.”
“Then I guess I’ll see you in court.”
“No,” my father drawled, “I guess you’ll see me at the graduation ceremony. The judge isn’t going to look favorably on someone who’s in the process of alienating a child from his father.”
Fuck.
“If you don’t believe me, ask your lawyers,” he said in a mocking tone.
I hate you.
“We’ll see,” I said.
But my father let out a mocking laugh like he’d won and he knew it.
I wasn’t going down without a fight, though.
I scheduled a meeting with Josh and Eric Svensson, who practiced family law, for their earliest available appointment. Then I fumed.
I’m going to take down my father.
* * *
Another shitty facetto the situation was that it had ruined my evening with Amy. I had planned a complex itinerary of fucking, sleeping next to her, more sex, and then a leisurely breakfast.
Instead, Amy slept while I sat in my study, pulling together all the information I had on my father and his negligence and the hours of care and millions of dollars I had spent on Alfie.
I hadn’t become the CEO of a high-powered company and a billionaire by just rolling over. I wasn’t one of my father’s students or affair partners whom he could just push around. I would crush him.
* * *
“Going somewhere?”Amy asked as I walked into the bedroom the next morning.
“You can go back to sleep,” I said, coming over to kiss her. I felt satisfied when she moaned. “It’s early in the morning.”
“I didn’t have my cake,” she said sleepily, rising on one arm. The sheet fell away and exposed her perfect tits.
Even though I was furious, I suddenly craved her—craved the relief.
I was immediately hard.
“Your tits are perfect,” I said. I couldn't take my eyes off them. Hell, I thought I had dreams about them, even though she had been sleeping right next to me. I reached out and plucked at the sheet covering her. “But I want to see more of you.”
She held onto the sheet for just a moment teasingly before she let go. The silky sheets slipped down her body, revealing it inch by inch.
She smiled, seductive and not shy at all—a beautiful goddess in my bed who knew her worth.
There was nothing sexier than confidence. As my eyes swept up and down Amy’s body, she did the same.
