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Tessa's POV

Trevor stands up and walks to where I am seated. "Good."

He goes to the back and puts his face next to my shoulder. I stare back at his face, wishing it is Zayden.

"Your father isn't picking my calls anymore", He whispers close to my ears and moves away abruptly.

The action reminds me of how tense I am whenever Zayden is around and whenever I feel his breath on my skin. I close my eyes to shut the thoughts away.

"He is angry", I tell him.

"I have an offer to make for you to be married to Zayden", he utters and moves to the bar side where there are varieties of wines. He picks one up and pours it into two glasses.

I watch him as he moves back to sit, placing the glass of wine before me and gulping his.

"What offer?" I pick the glass up and sip a little wine from it, watching him from the transparent glass.

"The offer to make my son yours while you give me what I want." He smirks.

I am beginning to think otherwise. Why is he saying while I give him what I want? I frown an