Caesar's Rose

Chapter 6

Mr CAESAR

My two hands inside my pocket and my black shades on, I walked towards the poolside. The kids ran past me, screaming like the typical teenagers they are and almost affecting my ears.

I heaved a sigh as I stood in between my two hefty bodyguards. Through my shades, I saw my son in the pool, running his fingers through his wet jet black hair that is similar with mine.

His back is facing us, acting as if I am not here like he usually does.

I took off my shades and handed it over to one of my guards. It is a fucking Saturday afternoon and the sun is not pleasant but I had to come here, still in my work suit just to know why the awfully loud music was playing at my backyard and disturbing the neighbourhood.

I focused my gaze on my kid.

"Can you please explain to me why you are having a party at this time of the day?" I asked.

He didn't respond but got out of the pool. I watched as he walked towards the beach benches and picked up a towel. He used the towel to wipe his face and body before drying his hair.

"I asked you a question, Junior." I said.

He didn't respond but walked around the pool, heading towards the tent there.

"I know you are young and free. And you are as wealthy as I am, but can you please, respect me in this fucking house? I am still your father "

"Oh, fuck off," I heard him mutter.

"What did you just say to me?" I asked.

He didn't respond but placed the towel around his neck and approached us. He was about walking past when one of my guards stood in his way.

He stared at the bodyguard with a raised brow, looking at him saucily from head to toe.

God, this kid.

"Can you tell your King Kong looking piece of shit, to get the hell out of my way?" He asked without taking his eyes off my guard.

"Now you want to talk?" I asked.

His eyes moved to me.

"I have been asking you a fucking question and you ignored me."

"I choose whether or not to answer your damn questions." He said, looking right at me.

I heaved a slight sigh. He is capable of getting me freaking pissed.

But I am not going to let him.

Not today.

"Mind the way you speak to me, son. I am your father." I warned.

He scoffed. "Tell him to get the fuck out of my way." He demanded.

"Can you be a little bit sensible for once, Junior?" I asked.

He snorted.

"You are eighteen for pit's sake. You are no longer a kid."

He scoffed. "Then, stop asking me damn questions meant for kids and allow me live my fucking life." He snarled.

"You call this, life? You were fucking loud and irresponsible."

He scoffed. "Now the damn kettle is calling a pot black."

I arched my brows. "Excuse me?"

He didn't say a word but turned to the guards.

"This is the last time you will ever throw an irresponsible party in my house, boy." I ordered.

He walked closer and stood in front of me in a very challenging way. This is not the first time he is doing this. Our nose are almost touching, our heights are almost the same but he is taller with just a few inches.