I was thinking it’s none of your damn business.
Connor Grayson
It becomes my business when you smear our family name with stupid decisions. What possible good can come from this?
Smear our family name.He’s one to talk.
Why do you care? You don’t give a fuck about the good it brings to my life. You only care what it does to yours. How does this affect you?
Connor Grayson
I need you in my office tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp. Don’t be late.
I respectfully decline your request.
Sir.
Anger rises fast and familiar. Sweat beads at my hairline. Just what I need when I’m already tense. My fists clench on instinct, the same way they always do when I think about the one time I actually used them on him.
I was seventeen.
Jordan and I had ducked out of school during lunch to go fool around at my house because my parents were never home.
I pulled my mouth away from Jordan long enough to step out of the elevator, our lips colliding again three seconds later as I walked her through the foyer into the living room.
“Shit, Connor…” A woman’s voice echoed through the room. “Stop.”
I pulled away from Jordan, my gaze snapping to the sound. To the naked woman sprawled across our dining room table. To my father’s head lifting like a guilty dog.
“Oh my God,” Jordan whispered beside me.
My father looked up. “Fuck.” He stood fast. “Son—this isn’t what it looks like. Your mother?—”
I saw red.
I didn’t think.
I crossed the living room in five steps and my fist connected with his face the second I reached him.
He didn’t pause. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t give a shit that I was his son. His fist came down hard, and pain exploded across my face.
My jaw clenches so tight it aches as another text comes through.
Connor Grayson
Don’t be such a fucking child. I’ll come to you, then.
“Fuck,” I groan, slamming my phone down on my desk a little harder than necessary.
I clenched my teeth. “Fuck you!” I shoved at his chest, then swung again. I missed.
He didn’t.
The first hit stunned me.
The second dropped me.
After that, it blurred. Fists, shouting, the sound of Jordan crying somewhere behind me.
