After breaking up with the love of his life, One of the guys finds themselves alone and unable to go without. With broken relationships and broken people finding ways to fix themselves, this season will be the most delicate season yet as Marius, Fin...
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(Finley POV)
I play with the buttons on my shirt as I walk to the front door of my childhood home. Dreading each footstep I take, but also feeling a tiny twinge of excitement.
Standing on the front step I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut, whispering a small prayer to the island gods that my lovely father, Jonathan Grayson opens the door, but as soon as I hear Ashley's voice I almost debate turning around and pretending I was never here.
"Well look what the tide dragged in! So you finally decided to visit on your own accord. I'm in shock," Papa says with triumph, crossing his arms defensively as he leans against the doorway.
As my dad loves to point out, I'm practically a carbon copy of the great Ashley Grayson and looking at him was almost like seeing an older version of myself in a mirror.
"I can leave you know," I threaten as I point at my car parked in the driveway.
"You won't," he tempts me with his narrowed hazel eyes, which looked like glowing demonic embers when the sun hit them just right. I try to ignore him and slip past him but he sticks out his arm and blocks my entrance.
"Well, are you going to let me in or what?" I ask and he raises an eyebrow.
"Nope, not until I get a small heartfelt hug and a 'Hey papa, I missed you soooo much when I was across the pond going to college in London for you know...five months, it's so nice to FINALLY see you again'," he demands and I roll my eyes.
"You mean you want me to lie to you?" I huff and try to get by him but he stands in my way,
"Wow, you're such a little shit you know that," he says back, pretending to be hurt.
My deep sigh turns into a laugh as I give in and wrap my arms around him letting him squeeze me tight.
"I'm a piece of work but you know you love me," I tell him as I kiss his cheek and he laughs, letting go of me.
"Alright fine, I guess I'll let you in," He moves out of the way and follows me inside as I walk into the living room, where my father was sitting down on the couch tying the laces of his brown leather dress shoes. I come around the back of the couch and hug his broad shoulders from behind.
"DAD!" I exclaim his name forgetting papa was right behind us and he laughs, ruffling my hair with one hand.
"Hey buddy, how have you been? I've missed you," he says but papa interrupts, as always.
"WOW, So your father gets love on the spot while I have to ask for it? What the fuck is this bullshit? I did MORE than him when it came to raising you! I deserve more, he should be the one begging NOT ME!" papa smacks me on the back of the head and Dad shakes his head and sighs. He's always somehow pinned in the middle of these arguments.
