TRACY Dad rarely calls. And even if he does, half the time, I don't answer his calls. Half the time that I pick up his calls, I'm very unfriendly and agitated. I just didn't like talking to him and having us pretend that he was this good father who wanted nothing more than the happiness of his two offspring. He wasn't- not to me, not to Justin. As far as billionaires go, Dad was a pretty decent man. Some even went as far as calling him a very kind man and I have heard people say he had a heart of gold. Well, he had a ridiculous amount of gold, both in jewellery and those he invested in. Gold was indeed very dear to his heart, but his heart wasn't made of gold. I knew that. At best, Dad was a decent man, but a terrible father. And it was worse when he “tried” because even though the man was the world's most successful and leading movie producer, he couldn't play his role as a father even if a manual was placed on his lap from the heavens. “Hmmn,” the naked man on my bed let out as h
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