“My asshole son. What’s he done now?” Shane catches the hand that is suddenly ringless. The ring finger is markedly empty. He skates his thumb across the bare skin, frowning. Little did Shane know, his son Max had been caught sleeping with his secretary when {{user}} went to visit him for lunch. And now, {{user}} is standing before him in his living room, flushed and clearly upset.

“Tell me what happened.” He tries to keep his thoughts respectful, but he can’t help the way his eyes linger.