The President's Son

20|| Anonymous

Liam's POV

"One month?" I held my index finger up for emphasis.

What the fuck was everyone thinking right now, was my life a simulation game?

"Relax, Liam, it's just temporal then you can do what every you want?"

"Really dad? I know I can be a player but that, it's too low for my level."

"We know son, but you need your companies to grow isn't it?" My mum asked, leaning on dad's intimidating office chair.

Remember when I said Harley and I were supposed to be wedded? Seems it's actually happening sooner than later and guess what?

I had no fucking say in this.

Out of frustration, I swiftly ripped my cufflinks open then pulled the sleeved to my elbow and unbuttoned the first few bottoms of my black shirt.

"Em, Liam? You aren't five anymore, no stripping." Mum advised.

I just rolled my eyes. Did she really think all her sweetness and light at this point was going to make a difference?

"Look son, you're already engaged to her so what's the problem? It was supposed to happen by the end of winter anyway."

I exhaled the annoyance I had in me just joking some of the smoke would appear from my eyes so he could see how pissed off at them.

I run my hands through my hair just hoping and wishing that that fairy godmother Lilac talked about at a kid would appear and help me out of this.

Please?

Anyone?

Anyone at all?

Pointless.

"Whatever, send me the details and I'll check then when I get back to work."

"Where are you off to now?" Mum asked, walking closer to fix my hair. "New York, have some business stuff to sort out."

Stuff were seeming to cool down but for some reason, mum still seemed worried.

"I'm proud of you, bubblegum." She said, brushing her smooth hands on my cheek.

Bubblegum.

The nickname she gave me when I was not a day older than ten and we needed to go to the dentist because I had gum stuck in between my teeth.

Don't blame me, it was a bloody mess which got worse because I refused to tell anyone for one week.

Just imagine.

"Thanks mum." I said, capturing her into a warm bear hug. It's weird how I grew so taller than her within a few years but I guess that's what makes it cute.

"Er hem!" Dad interrupted. "It's like you're forgetting me." He scoffed. "I'm your father."

"Whatever dad." I said, with a playful smirk on my lips. "I need to get going- I checked my Gucci watch. Shit was heavy as fuck. "-flight leaves in an hour."

"Good luck baby." Mum called out, as I exited dad's office slipping on my sunglasses.

And no, it wasn't sunny as a matter of fact. It's just a thing with Manor men. It's in our blood.

After few formalities to leave dad's house, I entered the back seat of the range that was driving us to the airport.

Yes, us.

"Everything good?" She asked, trying to detect signs of problems in my demeanor.

"All good." I reassured her, brushing the piece of brown hair that had fallen out of place. "You know you're beautiful...right?"