When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter 25

　***sorry, yet again, for the wait. I'm excited for the next chapter, so hopefully the next update after this chapter won't take a decade to get up...

Enjoy... ***

No wonder Trevor never told me who his dad was.

I guess I can't blame him.

But why do I still feel like slitting his throat slowly and not-so-carefully?

"Your dad," I then pause dramatically, painfully gulping. "Is the president of the Company?"

Are you fucking kidding me?

Trevor's expression is stiff and hardened with an annoyed glare as he licks his lips slowly before responding. "Yes. Alessandro Bartolomea is my father, and the president of the Company. As I said. Do I need to write it out for you? Spell it out?"

I cannot believe what my ears are hearing. This isn't possible. There's no fucking way. And this is most definitely not the time for Trevor to be playing smartass.

"Please tell me you're joking." I practically plead, feeling a hot pit of anger building in my gut and washing its way into every corner of my body.

"I didn't even want to tell you in the first place," Trevor growls, seeming to be just as annoyed as I am, impossibly. "I wouldn't be making requests if I were you."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me something like that?!" I demand, feeling as if I were about to jump straight out of my skin. I don't think of myself as a typically violent person. I mean, everyone has their lapses, but right now, the only image I have in my head is me forcing my fists into Trevor's face in fury.

"Because it doesn't matter!" Exclaims Trevor, sounding as if he thinks I'm stupid. "I am not my dad, and I don't want to be judged by the fact that I'm related to that monster. Can't you understand that, Ally? I didn't want you to judge me. Everything would be different if you had known my own father is the man behind all of this shit."

"Do you really think I'm that shallow?" I demand. I understand what it's like being judged by who your family is. If Trevor knew me at all, he'd know that.

Trevor rolls his eyes. "Do you seriously have to ask that question?"

I just glare at him. "Don't be a jerk." Then I scoff. "Oh, wait, too late!"

"I'm right, Ally!" He exclaims. "You're judging me right now, aren't you? Of course you would be. But guess what? I didn't choose for Alessandro to be my father. I didn't ask to be part of this piece of shit called the Company. Yet I'm still held responsible for my own flesh and blood, just because of who my father is. That's why I'm not parading around the fact that my own father is running this damn business."

"You still should have told me that your father is the president of the Company! There's no excuse for lying about that. I deserved to know, Trevor, if I have meant anything to you," I argue, trying not to let his words sink too deep. I knew I was right to be angry, even if it's just because I'm hurt. This news is huge, and Trevor hadn't trusted me with it.

"You don't deserve anything, Ally, until you earn it," Trevor hisses. "And in my mind, you deserved not knowing who my father was. I didn't want you to think any worse of me than you already do."

Doesn't Trevor know that I think the world of him, as ridiculous and stupid as that sounds? But I'm too angry to even think about letting him get away with this. I was absolutely livid. There is no excuse for not telling me that his own father was the one and only president of this Company that is set to ruin my life. I'd let Trevor read me like an open book, telling him things I'd never tell anyone else. Maybe that doesn't seem important to him or anyone else, but personally, sharing my deepest thoughts as I have to him wasn't easy. And all the while, Trevor told me close to nothing. I don't even know him like I apparently thought I did. This is complete bullshit.