Valen POV
4 Years Later
I stare blankly at my father as he gives me one of his many lectures. It irritates me to no end that he thinks he can still dictate my life. My secretary comes in, placing a steaming cup of coffee on my desk. My father doesn’t even stop talking as he continues droning on, taking another cup of coffee absentmindedly. He sips it before leaning forward and putting it on my desk, the sight instantly irritates me. Two f*****g inches away, he knows how much I hate it. I grab his mug and place it on the coaster before sitting back.
“You need to sort your life out Valen, you are getting too old to be messing around constantly with these whores you play with and getting blind drunk every night. If I had known you would be this irresponsible, I never would have handed the
