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With a sigh, I agree, feeling sorry for my dad and how he must feel. It’s totally unlike him to do what he’s done.
Brave really, considering he was up against someone the size of Blake and didn’t back down.
“C’mon dad. Let’s have a chat, we haven’t talked in ages anyway. Not properly.”
Chapter Twenty
Blake
As much as I hate the timing and the intrusion, I’ve gotta hand it to her dad for having the balls to beat his way in here.
He really did look like he wanted to kick my ass, for a few minutes anyway until he calmed down.
But how can I blame him or be mad at him? He’s done what any sane man would or should do when something so precious as Krystal gets taken from him.
I couldn’t say I’d leave a man standing or even breathing if it was me in his position.
But this Alpha male has claimed his mate. Hard as it might be for her dad to accept, the law of nature always rules, and in this case, I’m the leader of the pack, and his daughter is my prize.
It’s time for her to move away from living at home and school anyway, time to start a life and a family of her own.
Our family.
I sense his pain, but like I hope Krystal’s explaining to her dad, he’s not losing a daughter. He’s gaining someone, maybe even a friend. And he should be much happier having me work with him than against him.
Nobody wants an angry Blake Mason on their tail.
I leave them to talk for a while, satisfied Krystal is still close by and that she’s not going anywhere.
I’d challenge her to walk too far today anyway after the dicking she’s just had. And I’m only getting her warmed up for what she has coming to her.
I grab some coffee from the room service trolley and something to snack on. The food here really is excellent.
I can’t get it out of my mind though, how a man could just go missing like that.
The more puzzling thing is where to even start? Surely the authorities have looked into it, and Macy being a big shot in the magazine business with a reward offered, they should have had some private investigations of their own, surely.
But I have bigger fish to fry this afternoon at least, and it isn’t long before I dislike the silence of the huge suite.
I don’t like having Krystal out of my sight or touch for so long, so I interrupt their little chat, bringing in some more food with me.
This involves me a hundred percent anyway, and Jack’s not the only man who has some things to say.
Krystal seems relieved to see me and I park myself next to her on a couch in one of the sitting rooms the suite seems to have about a half dozen of.
Like a hotel inside a hotel, it really is designed for a lot of people to surround one person. Like a President or other similar dignitary with a ton of staff all needing space and privacy.
Her dad only glances at me, looking beaten as his eyes shift to his hands. Krystal pipes in first, sounding more upbeat.
“We’ve had a talk and dad’s agreed to leave us in peace for a while,” she says cheerfully.
“Long enough to let you see how this could all be a huge mistake,” her dad groans, but he shrugs when I hold his eye with mine.
“What do you expect me to do, a happy dance? My only daughter’s just told me she’s shacking up with someone old enough to be her…” he can’t even say it yet. Not out loud.
“Now, dad,” Krystal cautions him with a little smile. “We just talked about this, didn’t we?” she asks him like she’s talking to a child, but he nods, breathing heavily through his nose.
Accepting that whatever deal he and his daughter made is a deal, and he’ll stick to his side of it.
“Well I’m glad to hear it,” I tell them both.
“Jack? I won’t pretend to know exactly how you feel, but it’s completely understandable you coming to get your daughter like this, even though I have to leave you disappointed,” I tell him, not meaning to rub salt in, but he scowls at me anyway, looking away.
“Krystal can and will have a better life,” I continue, “and you can too,” I tell him.
He scoffs again, his hands on his knees ready to lift himself up.
The signs of a man who’s heard enough for one day.
“You’re an accountant?” I ask. “Pretty good one by Krystal’s own account,” I remark, enjoying his expression as it shifts from anger to affection as he looks over at Krystal.
“So?” he asks, half shrugging.
“Well, maybe a bit like you, going from one client to the next, I seem to have a dozen accountants all doing their own thing. I’d much prefer it all to be more streamlined. Under one department,” I add finally.
