The Story of Us: You Are The Reason

Ika-labing Lima: The Reason Behind (✔)

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CHAPTER 15: The Reason Behind
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(The first part is still in the Third person point of view but later it will shift to Sierrah's Pov. Enjoy!)

"So, where else do you want to go?"

Trent asks while looking at his son whose busy licking his pistachio ice cream which he greatly adore.

Due to the favor that he agreed from Triston's teacher Sierrah, he cancel all of his appointment this day and turn off his phone.

Yesterday before they went to bed, he asks his son if he wants to spend time tomorrow with him, and on his amusement his son hugs him tightly and says in a very bright voice-

"Yes daddy! I want to! Thank you!"

Great. Now he can never back out.

Trent Lockhart, whose very good in dealing multi millions contracts, very well known in managing his hundreds employees all over the world, excellent in finances, logics and numbers and many more. He labeled as a one of a kind genius in the business industry.

But today, we can see him standing nervously outside of his house.

On this particular topic, he admits that he's dumb as fuck. He don't know what he will say or what he will suggest they would do or place they can visits to have some fun with his only son.

How can he suggest something if he, himself spent a very long time without having fun?

Unless his 5 years old son like to go to the bar and drink, or pay for some sexy models or actress to spend the night with him. That is fun for Trent and he's mind is still in a correct order to suggest that to Triston.

So what should he do?

When they are already sitting in the car, with Thomas driving. Triston said that he wants to eat a pistachio ice cream. He thanks the almighty God or whatsoever in heaven for giving him answer to his first dilemma.

Hearing Triston, he asks Thomas to drive them to the nearby ice cream parlor.

And now that they already walking slowly towards the car while eating pistachio ice cream in a cone, Trent don't know what else they will do.

They walking nearer and nearer to their car now and Trent becoming more and more anxious on what they will do next.

Shit. He curse himself, why he didn't search or goggle something about spending time with your son in weekend? He curse once again, when he starts to rely on fucking google?!

He know how to bed different lady and seduce them without an effort but he doesn't have any clue about this things--- how to spend time with your son and be a father.

What's wrong with a 35 years old adult billionaire like him?

He's mind is still occupied cursing himself when he notice Triston stops walking and mumbles something that he don't understand.

"What is it buddy?" He asks.

Triston looks at him and point out using his index finger an empty wooded bench besides a tree. He didn't notice that their now walking in a nearby small park.

"Can we sit in there, daddy?"

Triston asks with a low voice, probably shy for his request. And once again Trent thanks his lucky stars for helping him determine what he will do next.