My father only smiles and nods. I don’t know what to do so I hug him, because he’s being so good to me, I don't know what to say. He hugs me back and it’s heartfelt. I pull back and ask him, “I thought you stepped out of business officially a few years ago.” He nods, “Times have changed now. This
The drive to Tieran’s house is short and fast. Worry builds up in my heart constantly because of the disturbance that suddenly happened at the mall. Images of the man keep flashing past behind my eyes and I can't shake off the thought that he wanted to say something. Of the thought that I'd seen hi
Tieran’s guests are all nice and courteous, and I have to give it to them, they do their best to hide the fact that they’re intimidated by Tieran. Only a few of the males present do not look scared or intimidated by him. I know from their identities that they’re on Tieran’s level in the business wo
I walk over as cautiously as I can and I can see everyone is acting calmly. There aren’t that many guests in the house itself right now. Tieran’s secretary had them all moved outside. The tension I feel once I come near Tieran is bone-rattling. Though I can see nothing of it on his face, I know th
I’m sitting at the bar when Malachi comes back. My body immediately puts me into flight mode but I stay right where I am. I already knew he would be coming back. I don’t know if i wanted that or not but i know I’m not scared enough of his presence to run. Especially when he’s playing this game of h
Tieran’s pov. “Malachi says you threatened him.” I place my father at one end of the room and I take a seat at the other end. My hand itches for something to do, so I pick a pen and begin fiddling with it. It’s a nervous response that irritates me to find myself doing. My voice has the same monoto
Antonia’s pov. ‘You’re leaving Malachi aren’t you, Antonia?” Grandfather’s voice echoes in my ears as I sit on a couch in one of the rooms in Tieran’s mansion and the discussion we had replays. I sigh because I couldn't even hide it. I couldn’t tell him that I was going to stay behind and still b
My father stares at me with blank, dead eyes and I don't know what hurts more. The pain that he’s going through or the fact that I'm the one making him go through it. I wish someone were here with me right now, but no one is so I have to face this alone. I get up from the table and walk over to my