Father and son

Raymond's POV

I made my way into the elevator, ready for my first meeting with my fucking father. He must have had the best night of his life. I am not sure if he had ever slept in an expensive hotel like this in his entire life.

The guards standing to watch the door bowed to me the minute they saw me. I ignored them as always before stepping into the house.

Even though I knew Marcus would leave, I still placed some guards to watch the door, as I didn't want to take any risk. Margaret just happened to be fucking lucky.

Getting into the house, there was no one in the living room. Where was he? Don't tell me…

I made my way to the room only to find the man still sleeping, it was 11 am already. Beside his bed were bottles of expensive wine that he must have ordered at night. My eyes moved from the ground back to the idiot. I hate him.

“Marcus,” I called. He didn't move.

“Marcus!” I called again, but he still didn't move. I saw, I'll kill him if I get to wake him up myself.

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