Nick's POV
I walked to my father's office and knocked on the door. "Come in, Nicholas," He called. I opened the door and entered. My father was sitting at his desk with a glass of bourbon in front of him. His blue eyes followed my movements into the office. He took a sip of his drink and gestured for one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Sit." The tone of his voice told me not to argue.
I sat down, and he took another drink. "Don't you think it's a bit early to be drinking?" I say jokingly.
His eyes narrowed in on me, but he said nothing for several minutes. We just sat there in uncomfortable silence. Father and son waiting for one or the other to make a move. I shifted in my seat. "Nicholas, do you know why I asked you not to mark your mate yet?"
"Because of Harley De
