"Who told you it was okay to adopt that child, out of all children that one," my dad asks while screaming.
He saw me putting Hazel to bed in my room and pulled me into the kitchen.
Leaning against the counter I shh him, "she's sleeping. She has been through so much don't cause more problems."
He lowers his tone with a deep stressful sigh, "if I'm signing my businesses over to you I'm supposed to trust you and you adopt the enemy."
"That enemy is six years old dad, you of all people should know how much I wanted to have kids. You killed her father, he didn't even have the chance to teach her about what business he was in. How do you dislike her when you killed her dad," my voice is low but aggressive, "you murdered someone I loved and that forced her out of my life. Her mom beat her every chance she got and put her up for adoption. How is she hurting anyone?"
"She might hurt you in the future when she gets in touch with her roots," he says.
"So? I don't blame her, my father is the reason hers is dead," I respond.
"Well I have lung cancer," he blurts.
I laugh.
That came out of nowhere.
If it was anyone else that told me that I wouldn't have laughed, but he is getting what he deserves. Getting myself together I apologize, "I'm sorry dad, but where is that coming from."
He looks hurt, but this will help Dean's dad and I. Can't wait to tell him.
"I need to know if I can trust you because if I can't I will sign the businesses over to someone else," he states wiping a tear from his eye.
I don't care about his tears because when I cried every goddamn day for the last two years he told me to suck it up.
"Maybe we should go out to lunch and talk about this, this Monday a few hours after I take Hazel to school," I yawn.
It was fake, but I need to get out of talking about this right now.
He hugs me and says, "okay." I hug him back and quickly let go of it, walking to my room.
After locking the door I lay next to Hazel looking at her sleeping face.
She looks just like her dad. The female version.
I miss Dean so much, I just felt different around him. The little bit of time we had together wasn't enough, I want my baby next to Hazel and me.
I want to kiss him. I want him to hold me. I want him to yell at me. I want him to fuck the life out of me.
I want Dean back.
Tears come down my face. This happens every night because I think about him every damn night. My tears soon put me to sleep.
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I dropped Hazel off at Lilly's because she wanted to see Rex this weekend.
She was so bright and happy when she woke up, she woke me up. She peppered my face with kisses to wake me up and I got up to make her breakfast.
My dad of course gave dirty looks before leaving the house with his wife, but Hazel didn't notice.
After I dropped her off I called Mr. Lefebvre to discuss things with him.
Walking into the building I sit down getting on my phone. I don't know what Mr. Lefebvre is doing in his office so I can't just walk up there without him calling up for me.
When he does the receptionist tells me to go up.
Going up before I walk into the office two people in fully black walk out. They both look at me while I look back at them walking into the office, "hello Ms. Loya," turning my head I smile at Mr. Lefebvre, "hi."
Hugging him he motions for me to sit.
"Those two guys you have just seen are going to be your bodyguards when the time comes. So what is it you need to talk about," he sits in front of me, and I tell him, "my dad has lung cancer and he told me he needs to know if he can trust me."
"What did you do to lose this trust thus far," he asks.
"I adopted Hazel," I answer.
He nods his head in understanding and I continue the conversation, "we're going to dinner Monday and I'm going to try to get him to sign the businesses over, but I don't know when he will do so."
Mr. Lefebvre and I finish talking about everything. We change up the plan a bit and after we're done I walk back downstairs.
Running into my body guards I see one with his mask off and the other with his mask on. Walking up to the one with his mask off I hold my hand out, "I'm Parisa."
Smiling at him he shakes my hand and smiles back.
"Well Ms. Parisa, you're more beautiful than I thought," his voice beat against my ear drums. He's a beautiful man... a VERY beautiful man.
His beautiful ocean-like eyes are locked on mine, his body is covered in black clothing, and his features he has a powerful masculine facial structure.
"So do I get your name or are we going to keep staring at each other," I laugh letting go of his hand. "Kenzo, Kenzo Jones," he answers with a deep laugh.
"Nice to meet you Kenzo, and I can't wait to work with you and your partner," I look at the other guy in black.
His face is still covered and he is standing there very awkwardly, "yeah, sorry about my partner here," he hits the guy's chest, "he doesn't talk much, but his name is Milo."
"Oh, nice to meet you, Milo," I hold out my hand and he walks away. What a bitch.
"Sorry about that, again, but can I have your number. If not it's okay it's just you're so beautiful and I would like to you know. Sorry I'm talking too much," Kenzo laughs awkwardly and I giggle, "sure you can get it."
He hands me his phone and I put in my number.
"It was nice meeting you, but I have to go get my daughter," I hand him his phone back and he raises his eyebrow.
"Daughter? So you're a milf."
My cheeks begin to get hot and I shake my head, "I adopted one of my exes' daughter, so I don't think that counts as a milf."
He nods his head, "alright I'll let you go."
Telling him bye I walk out of the building.
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