Victor McNemara is still dealing with his new reality. He has a son, his engagement has been revoked, and his career is in shambles, going from CEO to a co-owner of a small start-up company. On top of that, his best friend leaves his side due to som...
New chapter is here! I hope to be able to update every 4 days from now on, you've been waiting too long for Victor's story, but in case I don't make it (work is sometimes too busy), the official update schedule is every 7-8 days. So if there is no update in four days, you can be sure there will be one within 7 to 8 days! ^.^ Now, I hope you will enjoy our boy Victor after such a long time!
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The last couple of months was hell, but the feeling of absolute freedom that followed after all the hard work was worth it. Our baby Vison was slowly making its appearance among other newcomers in the business world, and I could already smell its future success. Of course, the names McNemara and Edwards helped a lot when you started your own business, as they basically guaranteed a professional and experienced approach. Both my and Alison's family has been associated with the business for years, and as such, we had a big advantage compared to other start-ups. And while I didn't want to have anything to do with my father anymore, I sure as hell wasn't going to waste this benefit of having this surname. He was completely useless as a father and human being, but his name would guarantee me a good working position.
"Dad, it's my birthday next week!" Matthias said, sitting behind the counter in my kitchen, swinging his legs and holding onto a glass of orange juice. He loved that thing for whatever reason, so I made sure I had enough oranges at home whenever he came over. That was the least I could do for him.
It still felt like a dream, having a son. Since I found out and somehow managed to mend the relationship with my ex, I tried my best to see Matty as much as possible. It took a lot of effort, proving I was trustworthy enough to have him without "supervision". The bloody mess with the tabloid press my father created didn't help, and getting that shit storm under control took weeks. I still got pissed off whenever I thought about it.
One surprise in all of that hell was Matt's absolute adaptability to stressful situations. He was shy and confused at first, but he was almost like a professional now. Whenever someone stopped us outside or tried to capture the best picture possible, he acted as if it was something completely normal. I just hoped he wouldn't grow up into some spoiled, insufferable brat. Being famous from such a young age could ruin him.
"Really now? I had no idea," I said, grinning at him over my cup of coffee. Of course, I knew. The date of his birth engraved itself into my mind the moment I realized he was really my son, and I was ready to give him everything and much more for the five years we hadn't known about each other. The presents hidden in my office said as much.
"Dad! Daddy said we are going to celebrate it all together this year! He said even auntie Ali will be there." He was looking at me with big puppy eyes, and I was tempted to agree to anything he said or wished for. But I couldn't. Not now, at least.
"Haven't heard of it. Now, hurry it up. We gotta get you to the kindergarten and dad has to get to work," I said, totally ignoring his whining about me lying to him. I did lie, of course. But I was absolutely sure Oliver didn't tell him shit as we discussed the birthday party the previous night. It was supposed to be a surprise and stay as such until the big day. I wasn't going to ruin it.
