(Black.)
I was on my way to my father's place because he had sent for me. After everything with Debbie, I knew I would have nothing to do with that useless girl again.
But now, my father had called, and I dare not disobey his call, even if I already knew that his reason for calling was because he wanted to talk about me and her.
A few hours later, I was already in his chamber, waiting for him to round up with the things he was doing so I could get the hell outta here.
“Black…” my father called as he settled in his seat, looking intensely at me.
“Yes, Father,” I answered.
“How are you? And your wife?” he asked as his gaze shifted to a file on the table.
My teeth clenched at the mere thought of the whole wife thing.
It was his fault from the beginning. He was the reason why I was eve
