Deadbeat Mother

Father Dearest

~Steven~

The rest of the ride to the house was silent. Neela stayed as far away from me as she could get, and I didn’t argue. I don’t have time to teach her right now. My father wants to see me, and that usually isn’t a good thing. I don’t even know when he got here. He sent me to San Francisco, so he didn’t need to make the trip. I’m sure the reason for the trip will have to do with why he wants to see me.

My father and I don’t have a close relationship. My mother died when I was six years old, and I was left to my father. He was always busy working, so I went through a lot of nannies. The issue is that he would f**k the nannies, so they weren’t as concerned with my well-being as they should have been. He would get rid of them when they latched on too tightly, and a new one would come.

When my father was home, he was tough. Some would call it abusive, but I don’t know. I just know that he wanted things a certain way and expected certain behavior from me. When things weren’t to his expectations, there were punishments. I endured many punishments growing up, and I’m probably better for that.

Before I met Neela, my father was trying to get me to marry a daughter of his business acquaintance. He wanted to merge the empires, and marriage was the best way to do that. I didn’t want to marry her; I have a reputation to keep up, and she didn’t fit the model by a long shot.

I traveled here to San Francisco for a business meeting, and that’s when I saw her. She was gorgeous and had just started in the modeling world. I had to have her, and I just had to. When I asked about her, not too many people knew anything. She seemed to keep her personal life very private. That’s when I noticed she had a friend with her.

Getting her in my bed didn’t take long, and the information about her friend quickly followed. I was pissed to hear about some man she played house with and a baby. I wasn’t going to be any brat’s daddy, so the child had to be left behind.

My first attempts were fruitless; she wouldn’t even talk to me. She was nice enough, but she wouldn’t get personal at all. I started to have her followed and watched her with that man. I wanted to rip him apart, but I restrained myself because the baby had to have someone to care for him.

When her friend told me she wanted that man, I knew I could make us both happy. That’s when I threatened him and the child, and it paid off. The issue was when I brought her back home. My father was irate because he expected me to marry the cow related to his business acquaintance. I adamantly refused and had to elope to avoid the issues.

Needless to say, father was pissed, and that’s when Neela’s career really took off. He bought a small modeling company and expanded it. He made Neela the face of the company, and her salary went to him. He expected her to pay for the money he lost when I didn’t marry the chick. I didn’t care because I had who I wanted and enough money for both of us. It actually worked in my favor because it made Neela even more dependent on me.

The limo stops in front of the office building. I take a shot of whiskey and exit the limo. My father and I have never really repaired our relationship. I’m okay with that; I just hate to deal with him. Being part of the company, I don’t have much choice. Neela doesn’t deal with him at all, and I prefer it that way.

I get off the elevator and walk past the receptionist. She knows me, and she would have told him I’m here by the time I get to his door. I open his office door and take a step back. My father is sitting in a chair in front of his desk. His assistant is on her knees with his c**k in her mouth. He’s gripping her head and bucking his hips up, causing her to choke on his length. “Just w…wait a minute. I’m almost done.”

I close the door and sit in a chair outside of this office. The prick knew I was coming; hell, he summoned me. He could have done that before. I’ve walked in on my dad countless times, and it irritates me each time.

A few minutes later, his assistant opens the door and walks out. She’s fixing her clothes and wiping her mouth. “Come in here, boy!” I roll my eyes and walk into my father’s office. It reeks in here. He should have opened up a window before inviting everyone in here.

I sit in the other chair in front of her desk, not wanting to sit in any type of secretions. My father sits at his desk and stares at me. I pick pretend lint off my clothes, not wanting to meet his gaze. I hate being here, and I hate dealing with my father. I just want to get this over with so I can handle my business. “You’ve been f**king s**t up out here, and I’m sick of it.” I look up at my father, not really knowing what he’s talking about. “Why am I getting calls from Nokio himself, telling me you keep interfering in his business?” Father stands up and starts to pace behind his desk. “He’s a brilliant designer, and we lucked out getting him to work with us. I won’t have your paranoid behavior f**k this up for us. This puts our company on the map, and I want it to stay that way.”

That stupid son of a b***h! I should have guessed he’d run to my father, telling him about our interactions. I should have beat his ass, but here I am, trying to be the bigger person. I don’t respond because there isn’t much to say. I know my father, and he isn’t done with his rant. “I told you not to mess with that b***h, but you just had to have her. I told you it was more trouble than it’s worth. The minute you found out the job was here, you’ve been acting like a p***y, and I’m sick of it. Grow some f**king balls and stop being so f**king pathetic. If you’ve done your job correctly, the w***e won’t go anywhere no matter who shows up.” He stops pacing and leans on the desk. “Are you really that weak and pathetic that you need to keep tabs on her 24/7 to make her stay put? I never had to do that with your mother. She knew who ran s**t and what was expected of her. Maybe that little b***h needs a lesson in obedience. I’d be more than happy to teach her myself. She is a cute little thing.”

The more words that came out of his mouth, the more angered I became. He won’t continue to speak about my wife like this or my mother. The crack about making my wife obey was the last straw. I stand up and slam my fist on the desk. “Watch your f**king mouth about my wife you sorry bastard.” I don’t anticipate the fist before it connects with my face. I stumble back and hold my nose, blood spurting everywhere.

“Have you lost your f**king mind?”