Jeremy and Samantha have hit a rough patch in their relationship but will they do what needs to be done in order to get to where they need to be or will they call it quits?
WARNING. This is not a stand alone book, if you haven't already read Toxicit...
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Okay everything is going according to schedule today. As long as I have no problems, the day should run smoothly.
I am usually done with work by 5 but Nyla and Samantha worked it out so that I would be done by 12pm today. It pays when your assistant and the love of your life get along.
I have a good thirty minutes left and I have fully thrown myself into my work. I am almost annoyed when my phone rings because I was in the zone.
"Yes Nyla?" I ask as I answer the phone.
"You have a visitor Mr.Bresset, A rather irate visitor if I might add," she says sounding annoyed.
"Who is it?"
"The other Mr.Bresset," she says and I swear I can hear her rolling her eyes through the phone.
I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Send him in."
What the fuck does this man want.
I hear him enter and I don't even bother looking up from the papers I am reading. "What is it you want father?"
I brought something else for the little one. It's a bounce house it's being delivered today.
Now that made me look up.
I squint at him searching his face for some type of malicious intent or something.
"You brought my one year old daughter a bounce house? Why? What is it that you are up to? Do you want a bigger percentage or something because if that's the case you can leave my daughter the fuck out of this," I snap annoyed.
"That is my granddaughter as well."
"The hell it is. If I am not mistaken you called her mother a monkey, and literally threatened me to not talk to her mother making me miss out on the first few months of my little girls life. So I ask again, what the fuck are you up to?"
Now my father always had a way of being genuine in the worst way possible. He would say something out of pocket but he would mean well. Like when he told My mom that she was too skinny and she needed to fatten up. That was his way of telling her that he wanted to have another baby. How they stayed married for so long is a mystery to only people who don't know them. My father was an asshole yes, but my mother would check the shit out of him.
She once locked him out of the house for a week and he didn't dare try to come inside. If I remember correctly he tried her and she had time. But that's why they worked, they balanced each other out. He would be rude and she would fuck him up in simplest terms. My mom was not the one to play with.
"I don't remember that, and can you blame me? I had Tiffany in my ear, the way she sucked my dick, I would have done anything she told me too. I wonder what's she's doing now actually," he says looking at his phone.
I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
"Your disgusting, you can leave if you came here to talk about her," I roll my eyes going right back to my papers.
