It had been a long day and the last thing I wanted was my asshole father's voice in my ear, nagging at me and asking me pointless s**t. When my phone rang, I had groaned at my father's name across the screen. Every time he called it was something that I didn't want to deal with. So, I knew this wouldn't be any different. Every phone call and conversation with the old man was a massive mind f**k and not the fun kind. I held my phone and waited for him to speak. He was taking his sweet time too.
"How is she? Is she taking a liking to you? Have you consummated the relationship yet?" I could tell my father was busily approving designs at his desk by the background chaos behind his voice. "Tell me you have. How was it? Is it as they say?"
I wanted to throw up. What kind of father and man aske
