Epilogue I

Roman’s POV

I have decided to have the talk with my father today. No more postponing, no more hesitating. I’m damn tired of not being able to bring my girl over to my house because she is afraid of my father.

I walk over to my father’s office and knock once, then twice. I’ll knock a million times until he lets me in, I know he is inside.

“Come in, son” I hear him call out.

I chuckle as I twist the handle and step in. He knows it was me just because no one else would ever interrupt him in his office. No one but me.

My father sits behind his expensive mahogany desk in his huge as hell office. I hardly come here unless when absolutely necessary, like today. It reminds me of my future, that one day I will likely become a workaholic like him, spending nearly every hour, alone and working.

“Father” I say in greeting. I always call him father, never dad for many years and we’re both used to it now.

He points at the chair in front of his desk for me to take a seat and I do.

I don’t waste a mom