"Dad! Alan's getting on my nerves. She is all I need, I cannot lose her. Not to that wretch." I confessed through gritted teeth, my voice holding disgust while eyes firing fury, as I roughly bend the paper weight lying on the study table.
"Don't worry son. He won't do anything wrong, he is impulsive not stupid. I assure you that. Your current subject to worry should only be your marriage, and your brainless fiance." He said drumming his fingers on the table and looking straight into my eyes, not missing to show the hatred he has for Sasha.
"Dad! Come on, you don't have to hate her or give her such importance. She is feisty. Isn't that challenging?" I replied smirking, while my heart pouted for speaking so disgraceful of her. But I don't seem to have an alternative to calm my egoistic fat
