For a night Stand

His story

Aki POV

-       My dad was a businessman. He had a hotel chain and his own construction company. I was not really close to him as he spent most of his time working. My mom was his queen. She got everything she wanted and was not... fitted to be a mom but a breathing beauty statue. She only had me because they needed an heir. My mom was more focus on social events, anything that can get her in the spotlight. I took a deep breath and look at Danielle who was in a fetal position as she was a little cold. I walk to the nearest drawer where we had a blanket and continue

I was raised by our Chef for the most part of my childhood life. Until I was 12 and that is when everything started to go downhill. One of the buildings that my dad was working on collapsed, killing some workers and about three passersby. There was a big lawsuit against him which cost him almost everything that he had. The only money we had left after this event was something that he had saved into a trust fund under my name for college. My mom was more devastated than anyone else. She cries herself to sleep, stop coming out of her room, stop eating... eventually... stop existing.

I got up from the couch as the air was getting heavier than I was expected and paced a little before calming down. Danielle was just seating and attentively listening to my life story. Her eyes were sad, but she tried to hide it the best she could.

-       My dad was so focused on building back his empire that I became more neglected than I was before. As we had lost our house, we had to move in with my dad's family. My grandmother was the one who took us in. As she lived outside of the city, it was unfavorable for my father as he needed to be in the city where the actions happen if he was going to get a shot at being part of "society" again.

I sat down in the opposite chair facing her. It was the first time I was telling the full story. Everyone who has ever been in my life only knows a fraction of my life. She was getting all of it. I was laying my vulnerability right there in front of her. It makes me scared but I was also happy that she was the one listening to my story.

-       My grandmother raised me alone, caring for me every day and loving me unconditionally. She used to push me to do better and encourages any of my stupid ideas. As she knew Jason's family, so I was sort of raised with him. She would let me spend weekends with him as I had no one my age around. She used to work with his father but was considered as family. By being around Jason and his family, I realized that Jason's Dad was the father figure that I was missing. No matter how busy he was, he always finds time for his son and me tagging along didn't bother him and he treated us equally. Jason's dad was not as known as he is now therefore my father did not find any necessity to know him or anyone around me for that matter. My grandmother and Mr. Reed (Jason's dad) were always there supporting me: my soccer games, my debates, any little things that I wanted to get involved in. My dad finally started to show his face about five years later when he saw me in the newspaper with Mr. Reed and Jason when he was name Judge and was known for one of his famous cases.

I comb my hair with my finger making and looking back at her making sure that she was still following.

-       He only came back because of the cameras that were now on the people around me, I add in a bitter voice, I wasn't what he desired. Fast-forward, my grandmother dies when I turn 18 and her lawyers made me aware of the money that was put aside for my tuition and also the house that she left me. With the help of Mr. Reed, Jason and I got into the best college in the city and later, I got into law school. I changed my last name to my grandmother's maiden name and since then I have been working my ass off to get to this point. I met you and you know the rest of the story.

She was just silently gazing at me and waiting for me to finish

-       I don't know where to start, she says still holding my gaze, I am happy that you opened up to me and I am sorry that you went through all that. I am glad that you had someone who supported you. Your grandmother sounds like a great person. Have you heard from your dad? I mean is he ...