Lamar's POV:
I nervously held Jamir's hand waiting on my father to answer my knock.
"In." His deep voice said from behind the door.
My grip tightened on Jamir's hand earning a wince from the older.
"Calm down." He gently said.
After a moment of trying to get my breathing under control, I wrapped my hand around the door knob pushing the door open.
"Afternoon dad." I said, he looked up from his laptop with a smile on his face, that quickly turned into a confused frown.
He pushed his chair back, leaning back, "Why the fuck is a Nyong'o standing in the middle of my study." He asked.
I looked at Jamir but his eyes were locked in on my father, jaw clenched.
This might be harder than I thought.
"Well...." Before I could get another word out, I watched his facial expression turn from confused to a hardened angry one.
His eyes were sat on our intertwined hands.
"Don't tell me your stupid ass is fucking on a Nyong'o." His voice took on a coldness that made me flinch.
I looked away from him unable to answer his question.
"Dating." Jamir's voice boomed out.
My dad let out a deep dark chuckle at that, I kept my eyes firmly on the ground, afraid to look at him and see how disappointed he must be.
"I wasn't talking to you, Lamar you ain't deaf right little nigga." He yelled.
Jamir gave my hand a encouraging squeeze.
"We are dating." I said confirming Jackson's early one word answer.
He stood up as fast as fuck from his chair pushing it back with so much force it hit the wall with a loud thud.
"The fuck you are, you bring this boy into my house to tell me what..... that you sleeping with him the son of a man you know I loathe!!" He yelled moving from behind the desk.
I took a step back hiding almost half of my body behind Jamir.
"I understand you're upset but whatever beef you have with my father has nothing to do with us, so stop all that yelling because you're scaring him." Jamir said in low icy tone I didn't recognise.
My father let out an equally dark unamused laugh, "Oh I see, you let this nigga turn you in to his little bitch, is this who my son, my protege has turned in to, a fucken bitch for a Nyong'o."
"I'm nobody's bitch." I muttered looking up from the floor to a man I've admired my whole life to only find pure unadulterated disappointment all over his face.
My dad glanced at our still intertwined hands glaring at them, he walked over to the mini bar he has in his study, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
He turned back to us, with an unsettling smirk.
"Whatever this damn thing is it ends today right here, right now or the mighty Gabriel Nyong'o will be picking up he's son's body from my door step."
Jamir let's out a chuckle, "we ain't ending shit over here, your old ass knows better than to threaten me unless you are ready to back your words up, now we didn't come here to ask for permission, I came here to tell you Lamar won't be taking over from you, if you want an heir I suggest you get your wife and get to making babies." He bluntly said voice low and serious.
