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They were fated apart, but she forced destiny to let her meet him again, but this time they were just strangers...
" You won't need a driver's license to ride me, " Simran chuckled drawing circles over his husband's firm bicep...
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I straightly barged into my father's office with a dismay in my soul as I really wanted to have a deep conversation with my wife before he stuck his butt and forced me to meet him this urgently for some stupid reason.
I really didn't want to leave her alone, she needs me and I have to go back to her. I need to have her in my arms.
"Name, what you want so I can be free to go, " I grumbled uninterested in whatever he wanted to say.
Victor Walsh just chuckled, he had the same apathy as me in his eyes, and his mouth twitched upward into a taunting smile before he passed me a folder.
It was a winning smile.
"Give this to your wife since she has been ignoring my calls for a week now, so it's fair for me to contact her husband instead, ain't I right son?"
He mocked me openly, he knew what he was doing when he mentioned my wife.
My eyes squinted so callously that I wished to hurt him but restrained the urge and instead forced a smile on my face, a cold smile that could burn his unworthy world.
"You should stay away from my wife, don't you think?"
I frowned feeling possessive for every damn reason.
I don't care what his business is with my wife but he has no right to put his nose where it doesn't belong especially anywhere near her.
She has to stay away from a curse like you.
"Or the question should be what is your wife's business with me?" He taunted me with a classy smirk
In reply, I just rolled my eyes quietly amused by his old tactics of turning people against each other like he did with Xavier and me, we couldn't be the same person ever since he filled his ears against me and made him a monster like him.
Or should I say his puppet cause for him his dad is a God!
"I don't care what Simran's business is with you as long as it doesn't affect our relationship with, Mr. Walsh, " I told him off, not wanting to beat around the bush.
"Oww, that hurt my feelings my son" He laughed bitterly, "Why am I Mr Walsh when a few months before I was your dad?"
He pouted which is so fake that I had to avoid his creepy eyes that were observing me deeply.
"Don't you think, you are responsible for getting low in your son's eyes?"
I sighed and slammed that folder on his desk, "You don't deserve to be called a Dad, you know that right?"
"Since you are just a worthless sc*um in name of a father".
Suddenly his eyes held sheer bitterness as my collar was grabbed by his hands and our eyes battled to an extent where we both were aware of our hatred towards each other and wished to kill each other.
