literally my entire body is shaking, i thought the attacks were over for good, now they're back.
and they're torturing me
'please breathe' my father pleaded me, next to me, on the floor
'baby look at me, and breathe with me, it's easy you got it' he muttered sweetly
he got my attention the moment he called me baby, he hasn't called me nicknames since i was 5
'would you do that with me darling?'
i nodded, tears prickling up
he counted to three, each time breathing heavier
i managed to relax after a few attempts, feeling the oxygen back in my lungs safely
with his help i sat on the couch, he sat next to me after ordering one of the maids to bring me a glass of water
'what happened?' he asked
how do i explain that i was trying to share the news of my unwanted pregnancy and failed miserably, ending up with a panic attack too
i simply don't
'i don't know, graduation's been stressing me' i came up with the first lie i could
'it shouldn't, school isn't that important y'know' this is a bit surprising, my father always wanted me to have the greatest grades
'you used to tell me the exact opposite'
'i was a fool for many things paris, pressuring you to be good at school was one of those foolish things i did' i can't believe what im actually hearing right now
'you what?'
'i never really cared about my kid having good grades, all i wanted was for you to get good manners, and be professional, you were never meant to be something you wanted, your destination in life was always the company, it was my plan, our plan'
this sentence seems like my old dad
'but i don't care anymore, this company has made me miserable, in all kinds of ways, it's ruined me, you and above all it ruined my relationship with your mother' he explained 'i realised that i don't want us to have the same ending, the miserable and failed one'
what is he talking about? he's a billionaire, i for sure can say this is everything but a failure
'but you're a billionaire'
'in the bank yes, i am. but my heart is empty paris, and it's slowly healing again and i want it to continue to heal'
'what are you saying?'
'im giving up on the company, that's what im saying, i will give my percentage entirely to the diaz couple, who seem to enjoy their job much more than i do' i was left surprised, my father's life was always the company, all he ever cared about was those damn enterprises and now he's giving up?
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his guilty pleasure
Romance"look at me when i fuck you" he whispered in my ear and grabbed my chin making me look up to his hazel eyes "next time someone tries to flirt with you, won't have eyes to see your beautiful face again, amore" a low moan escaped my mouth "say it to...