“No one asked,” Hunter spat through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse from crying, but his eyes burned with a palpable hatred. “How did you get in here?”
“The better question, my son, is how I knew about your secret possession.”
Hunter glared at him, the muscles in his jaw tightening. He shouldn’t be surprised his father had found out about his secret penthouse; He had always been a nosy basta*d, constantly prying into his life. That kind of intrusion annoyed him, but he wouldn’t give his father the satisfaction of seeing him lose control. His knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists, lifting his head defiantly.
“I guess it’s no longer a secret since you found it,” he said, his voice laced with bitter sarcasm.
Paul’s smile curled in that sickening way Hunter had always despised. As muc
