SHARING EMMA [18+]

2. Waste of Time

|RYKER|

I can't believe I'm doing this.

After everything my so-called father has done to ignore me, push me away, and act as if I don't exist, he expects me to forget everything and start over.

Like hell, we can!

I'll never forget how my mother and I were treated throughout our lives. I'll never forget that I never saw my mother smile because of him. And I definitely can't forget that he is the reason I don't have a mom anymore.

Six months ago, my mom passed away due to an old illness. And this bastard didn't even have the guts to show up at her wake.

And he wants us to start over?

Fuck no!

I run a hand through my hair and pace the floor. I check the time on my wristwatch for the fifteenth time and growl lowly.

What the hell is taking him so long?

You know what? Fuck it! I don't have to do this. I don't know why did I even put myself through it. I could have just called him, or dropped him a text, or whatever.

But I can't be held responsible for wanting to be better than my asshole father, can I?

All his life, he did the same with us. Leaving us messages on sticky notes, or asking his assistants to call us and tell us that he would be late, or that he would not be able to attend his own fucking anniversary party because he had a meeting out of town, or that he had bought another home in a fucking different city, and we could join him if we wanted.

Like fuck! Who even does that to his own family?

And yet.

Yet I show up after I get his voice message from last night.

Why? Because I wanted to tell him in person that he could fuck himself, and not bother me ever again.

But I couldn't even do that, because the asshole doesn't even have the courtesy to show up at his own drawing room and meet his own fucking son.

The maid who led me in also disappeared from the face of the earth after she went to call my father.

I shake my head. This was such a waste of time.

Right before I head for the door, I hear someone asking me to wait.

I turn around to find the same middle-aged maid rushing over to me.

She pants, hands on her hips. "Thank God, you're still here."

I frown. "No need to thank anyone so soon. I am leaving anyway."

I turn around and start to leave.

"No, please. Please, wait." She follows me out the door and down the steps, and just as my driver opens the door, and I'm about to get in, she blurts out. "It wasn't his fault. It was mine."

I come to a halt, puzzled. "What?"

"I couldn't inform him you were waiting for him. I was waiting for him to be..." she flushes, her gaze crashing to the ground, hands fidgeting. "...to be done."

"Done with fucking what?" God, I can't deal with this! Even his servants are fucking stupid!

"With his mistress!" She says, and the anger simmering in my veins calms down for a few slow seconds. I take in the information. I process it in my head. And then, when I'm sure it means exactly what I heard, my temper shoots through the roof.

Fucking bastard!

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