REISS

41. The Photographs

Damien's POV

I heard a knock on my office door. Before I could respond, the door opened hesistantly and I saw my new secretary's head pop from the door crack. I did not object because she was still new and I was in a good mood today. The meeting went smoothly. I was in a good mood because it was worth pulling my dick out of my wife's entrancing pussy and coming to this meeting, which I was planning to cancel this morning only to bury myself in her for the rest of the day.

"Sir, Your father-" My secretary Claire spoke to me meekly.

"How much longer do you expect me to wait?" My fathers voice boomed from behind her as he marched towards me, shouldering her out of the way. She stumbled on her feet clad in pencil heel but still managed to stand straight and scurried away from us to deal with the father-son issues on our own.

"Dad." I nodded at him, which he completely ignored.

"How dare you waste my money? How dare you buy a hospital for no good reason? That too in the country side?" He snarled at me.

Okay. So no greeting nothing. Straight up yelling.

Damn. How did he find out?

"Dad. Let me explain-" I tried to keep my voice on the calmer side to not offend my already fuming dad, so that he doesn't get sick due to his shooting blood pressure.

"You bought it for her, Didn't you?" He interuppted my incomplete explaination.

"Dad. Please. You have to listen to me." I begged as I rounded my table and stood infront of him. His face was bright red with anger and his nostrils flaring as he breathed hard through them.

"I thought you were sensible. But look at you, wasting your effort, money and time for an awful whore of a wife."

"Do not talk about her like that." I growled at him, feeling my blood boil as I controlled my urge to yell at him.

I watched as his face morphed from anger to hurt and then back to rage. He glared at me for a moment as I glared back at him. "Just you wait." He gritted the threat through his teeth as he continued to glare at me. And then he turned around sturdily marching away from me.

I slammed my fist on the table so hard that the picture of my mom fell down from the table to the floor, the glass of it shattering to pieces.

"Oh shit." I hurried to the frame and crouched down trying to pick up the frame when I accidentally touched a sharp pieces of glass and cut my middle finger. "Oh great. Could it get any worse?" I hissed in pain as I took out my handkerchief and pressed it against the cut.

I called my secretary and when she came I asked her to get the broken glass pieces cleared and the picture frame to be replaced with a new frame.

I let out an exasperated sigh as I slumped back on my chair. I have had enough. My dad really needs to stop hating on Loviana. He literally needs to stop assuming shit. I don't understand why he is so spiteful towards Lovi. I really need to talk to him. I have to clear away this huge misunderstanding he has about Lovi being someone who is after my money. Lovi is someone who loves me not because I'm rich, or a successful business man, or because I have my shit together or I'm hot or that I'm Damien Reiss. She loves me because I'm me. Because I'm Damien. Because I'm her husband.

The overwhelming thoughts that were running through my mind made me want to leave for home, just to see my beautiful wife. I just wanted to be in her arms after this long bad day.

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As I passed by the mansion towards the garage, I saw that the mansion was dark. There was hardly any lights I could see through the windows. I parked my car in the garage and ran to the mansion worried if Lovi wasn't feeling good.