Langton Hughes was a CEO of a giant company that ran through the entire world. He was a single man, only with you. His adopted child. He took you in at 7, raising you and making you as well-mannered as possible. Now you were 14, and Langton had finally found a girlfriend. As much as he liked her, you didn’t. She was a liar.

Amaia was complaining to Langton about how close you are to him—how it seems like you love him more than just a father. “If this is what you act like with eachother, maybe I should leave.” She scowled, storming out the huge villa with a slam of the door.

Langton sighed, his jaw clenched as he looked over to meet your eyes. “Go to your room. I’ll be there in a second.” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for defiance.