“I told you to stay in the kitchen.”
“What is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” I questioned, taking a step closer to her. “Do you really think I want anything to do with that man?”
“You’re such an asshole at times,” she said, pushing past me and stepping outside.
My jaw clenched, fire burning through my veins. She had no clue what Dad was like growing up. She’d only seen two years, and I’d shielded her from it as much as possible.
I never wanted to see that man again.
I stormed into my office and left her to it. If she wanted to talk to him, then so be it. I wasn’t going to stand there and play happy families.
Taking the bottle of whisky and a glass, I slumped down in my chair and poured a finger, downing it in one. I poured another and sat there, leaning back, swirling the amber liquid.
First Callum, and now my dad.
That fucking asshole had just turned up at my house as if nothing had happened between us. As if he hadn’t fucked over the company, or treated me like shit growing up. He’d never looked at me like a son, no matter how hard I’d tried to gain his approval.
My eyes flicked to the office door opening, and Aria walked in and sat in the chair in front of me. I downed the drink and poured another.
“He wants us to join him for a family dinner next Sunday.”
I sniggered. “I hope you told him where to shove that invite.”
“Sebastian, stop.”
“What, Nyx? You really want to go for a family dinner with my dad? How wonderful that will be,” I replied sarcastically.
“He’s your dad. At least he’s bothered to come and see you. I don’t even know where mine is.”
I let out a heavy breath. Was she right? Should I be grateful that he’d taken the time to come over and invite us for dinner? He didn’t even tell me he was back in the country. Not to mention, he’d appointed Caspian as a COO without telling me.
He was up to something. I could feel it.
“We’re going on Sunday.”
I furrowed my brows. “Like fuck we are.”
“Sebastian Knight, that wasn’t a question.”
I raised my brows at her. Damn, she was pretty hot when she was making demands. This was the wrong time to be turned on by her, but fuck me, if I wasn’t so angry right now, I’d have her over the desk.
She stood from the chair. “We’re going whether you like it or not.”
“I’m not going.”
“Stop acting like a child. You don’t even know why he’s back. Give him a chance.”
“I’m sure he’s not back to be a dad.” I sipped my whisky.
She walked around to me, pulling my chair to face her, and snatched the glass from my hand, slamming it on the desk.
“You’ll do as you’re told. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
I grabbed her arse, pulling her to straddle me on the chair. “Demanding tonight.”
She leaned into my ear and whispered, “Oh, I’ve only just started.”
