Ellen POVBeside my girlfriend Rylee, I wake up and look at her sleeping figure while trailing my finger over her cheek. "Morning, baby," I whisper near her ear."Umm, morning," she says with her husky, alluring tone. The sound of her voice, which as usual seems preoccupied with attempting to entice me, causes me to scoff. With the lobe of her ear, I tinker around, enjoying the opportunity to tease her. "Uh, Ellen!" I'm all too accustomed to hearing my name come out of her mouth after hearing it countless times throughout the night. The former enjoyment of hearing my name repeated now just helps to make me suddenly detest it. My parents deliberately selected the name Ellen John for him, but it has never felt right to me. Despite being the 26-year-old scion of a rich family, having a number of residences, enormous wealth, an impressive car collection, and the company of my girlfriend, I severely want my father's attention and love. Even my mother, who has only occasionally interacted wi
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