Romanticismo Per Caso ❤

Fatherly Conflict (Elias POV)

Well the conversation that I had with Nils could not have gone worse than how it did. I know if I tried to continue talking to him, I would be making no more progress. I made a resolution to myself that I would compensate by calling and texting him more. Gosh, I was a terrible brother.

I don't know how I was going to confront my father. After all, he was the root for most of my family's problems. Not only did he express a desire to leave us and go back to Sweden, but my Mother found him having an affair with one of the maids.

He tried to go back to my mother but she knew that the only reason he was sorry was because he was caught. This didn't mean that my mother completely lost feelings for my father because according to my brother she always talks about him. I often wished the last time I had to encounter him would've been at the airport, but I forgot his ambition for me to run the business once he retired.

The address that my father gave me was to a luxurious 5-star hotel. He texted me saying "You better meet up with me because I flew down here just to meet you." He really was a piece of rubbish.

Leaving my mother's house, I rode on my motorcycle putting the destination on my phone. Though, I was pretty sure I knew where this hotel was. Stopping at the last stop light before the hotel, I took many deep breaths and mentally prepared myself for the turmoil I was about to experience.

I go up to the 5th floor and knock on room number 523. Quickly, I get a response seeing my father in his formal attire-- a white long-sleeve shirt, khaki pants, and slicked-back hair. "Well you look very formal," He says sarcastically. Sarcasm was his middle name, indeed. I almost had the exact same outfit as him. "I'm practically matching you, dad." I retorted. "No one matches me, Elias and I'm not talking about clothes. The quicker you know that the better." I roll my eyes and let his self-centeredness wash over me.

"What would you like to discuss with me?" I step inside and we make our way to the balcony. He held a cigar in his mouth which made me cough intermittently. "Could you not be a wimp?" He grumbles, clearly annoyed with my coughing. "I don't know. Could you throw that thing in an ashtray?" I counter.

He rolls his eyes. "I guess you'll have to grow up. Anyways, you should really quit that "silly" little restaurant job that your mother pushed you into." He suggests, exhaling smoke as he gazes outward. I clear my throat. "Are you just saying that because Mom made me do it?"

"No Elias," he coughs, "I just don't believe that it's helping you." I raise my eyebrows at his presumption. "Actually dad, it's helping me out a lot. I've made a lot of friends." I informed him.

"Oh I know you've made friends. Apparently, you've also made a girlfriend. And since you've proven this is all about the girl, I might just tell Lorena's parents what business you guys are up to."

I glare at him with disbelief. "You wouldn't." He laughs. "Funny and convenient that both of their numbers are on the website for the restaurant." He shows me his phone and lets me see that he has access to their numbers. "Also we work with a Tech company, I could get them in a matter of seconds if they weren't on a website."

I impulsively decide to shove him. He completely does not expect my move and once I shove him he backs down a few feet. He points his finger at my chest and pushes me to the edge of the balcony. The roar of racing cars below fades into the background as fear grips me tightly. "Elias Johansson, if you want to inherit this business, I suggest you do not shove the person in charge of it."

I glare at him in disbelief of how big of a jerk he was. He was the villain out of every Disney movie except this was life and the villains could actually get whatever they wanted in the end.

"Why don't you want her parents to know anyway? Have anything against them?" He chuckles his evil laugh.

"You know exactly what YOU did to them, dad." He rolls his eyes and grows closer to me. The Offredi's only hired me because they were short staffed and I knew if they had the chance they would fire me. My mother probably only wanted me to work there to make up for what my father did.

"You will never and I mean never tell the Offredi's what I did. Taking some money from businesses is what got the Johansson name in the first place." I move back and stare at him.

"Then I guess I get to stay working at Offredi's because if you do or say anything to their parents, your secret is out."

I run out before he adds anything else, slamming the door on the way out. "Where's your mistress?" I yell before leaving.