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I stand up abruptly, startling Rhys and Phoenix.
“I’m going to head home. Robert and I need to have a little chat about how two Americans found themselves on Royal property.”
I leaveBella’swithout a goodbye and drive the ten minute journey back to my home.
Officially, my father is based out of Switzerland for tax purposes, so he keeps a mansion in the country. But in reality, he lives in New York City and comes back two to three times a year for school business.
In his absence, I live there with Rhys and Phoenix. They’d had a suite in the pen our first year of school but had handed up crashing at the house more nights than not. Starting second year, they’d moved in.
My sperm donor hadn’t liked coming back and finding two other people living in his home.
I’d enjoyed seeing the rage twist his face when he understood.
I run up the grand princess staircase that greets me as I enter the foyer, and turn towards my father’s office at the end of the left corridor on the first floor.
The house is massive, sprawling over seven thousand feet. Signs of wealth are displayed carelessly, gaudily throughout the house.
“Hello, Robert.”
My father lifts his head from the papers in his hand and looks at me leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.
He brings his gaze back down to his document. “I told you not to call me back.”
I suppose my father has an attractive shell. He wears a power suit with an ease most people wish they had in their skin, his shoes always perfectly shined and his hair impeccably combed. Gray shades the hair at his temples, adding an erudite air to his overall look.
“You said not to call you that in public. And, well would you look at that. We’re alone.”
His eyes come back up to meet mine. “I don’t have time for whatever this is.” He nods towards the door, dismissing me.
Anger bubbles up my throat and demands to be let out. I cross the room in two steps and slam my open palms down on his desk.
“Too bad, you’re going to listen to me today.” I sneer at him. “Imagine my surprise when I stumbled across two Americans on campus today. It’s weird, I don’t remember ever approving either of their applications.” I say, playing up my fake confusion. “Why did you go around me for approvals? What game are you playing?”
He doesn’t immediately reply or react to my palms slamming on his desk, just watching me unflinchingly.
He gets up and comes around the desk to stand in front of me. “You think I give a shit what you want?”
I open my mouth to give a sharp reply and his fist slams into my jaw before I even see it coming.
My head snaps to the side, but I remain standing.
There’s ringing in my ears.
And pain spreading through my cheek.
But I won’t give him the pleasure of reacting.
I turn my face back towards him, but this time when his fist hits my jaw for the second time the force is enough to send me careening to the floor.
The heavy ring on his right hand slashes my cheek.
The cut on my nose from the last time he hit me, on the day he’d landed in Switzerland last week after being away for six months had just begun to heal.
“You watch your mouth when you fucking speak to me.” He spits out at me, the anger transforming his face into a mottled red mess.
He pulls his leg back and kicks me in the stomach. The blow makes me double over in pain, and sends the breath whooshing out of my body. I muffle it as best I can so he can’t hear it.
“Have you had enough? Say something.” He demands.
