Disgrace

Chapter 11: Selfish

Mason

"Dåmn it." I whispered when I saw that my father froze ALL my accounts that connect to any Thatcher-Lyndhurst trust. I sighed softly and put my phone back in my pocket. The notification from it distracted me from the laptop with a blank document staring back at me. The click-clacking sound of the keyboard filled my ears as Theo diligently worked on his assignment in his study table to my left. While I am here sitting at the edge of his bed with the device on my lap. Theo's queen sized mattress creaks and is dipping because it could barely accommodate my weight and frame. I am definitely heavier and larger than Theo since I lift and I play Division One Mixed Martial Arts for University of Guam.

They call me The Great Bone Breaker in the octagon since I am undefeated and all my opponents would have to be sent to the hospital because of broken bones after a fight. I am still going to hold the 'Breaker' title in bed because I will destroy his aunt's püssy and bed tonight.

My father is essentially cutting me off until I give him the heir that he demands. Well, it isn't a problem, I am what one could call an entrepreneur, since I have a couple of active businesses under different pseudonyms. I did that so it wouldn't be connected to my very....famous last names. I want the businesses I have to be truly self-made.

Despite my needs for luxury, I have personal goals, alright. I am my father's son because I am in the works to create a company that is twice as big than our family's, and I started it at the age of twenty and now a year later, I've managed to expand it and it is still growing. What I earn from them would be more than enough to cover my expenses, except tuition. I managed to snag myself a full-ride scholarship for a business administration degree, which is contrary to a popular belief that I am just a dumb frat jock who treats liqour like water and can't keep his dîck in his pants.

I still have money but it is not going to be enough if I want to treat Katrina like a queen that she deserves. I can't give her everything in just a snap, at least just for now. I have to truly work for it.

Unlike Jack who is probably making a hundred times more than me, which means he has an advantage, and oh, that fúcker's also a doctor—-not just a doctor but a goddåmn brain surgeon. While here I am sitting in my best friend's room, still in college and could barely start a paper. It would make sense why Katrina would want me to stop wanting her and be ashamed to be with me. I am painfully aware of what our differences could make her look like in public and I would never want that for her.

I was so happy for Jack's career and educational degrees but now that I found out that he wanted my girl, all that happiness just went down circling the drain.

He is the good doctor, has a polished reputation, the nicest guy, the noble, the humble—so much so that he told me and our dad to not attend his college and medical school graduation, so that the public won't know that he's a son of multi-billionaire—the one who wanted to do absolute good, so much so that he could be a saint one day, and he is also the one who would never cross the line for anyone because he is good like that.

He is everything that I am not and I am proud to say that because when it comes to Katrina Isobel there is no line that I am not willing to cross for her. I wanted her the moment that I saw her and nothing could ever change that. Having children with her is just a bonus.

I looked at my watch and noticed that it has been fifteen minutes and Theo is still working on his paper which is due next week. He works on his shît ahead and that could not be me. I like the adrenaline, so I do my homeworks two hours before it is due. I have never failed yet.