"Dad? What are you doing here?" I ask my father who is staring at me like given a chance, he would not hesitate to detach my head from my body.
"What am I doing here? I should be asking you that question." My father says with a scary looking sneer.
"What are you doing here with this boy toy of yours? I'm not even the least bit surprised. Of course you would w***e yourself out to a guy just for some cheap jewelleries."
I flush red at his disgusted tone. I don't bother telling him that I'm not here of my own free will and that the jewelleries in this place are by no means cheap.
"You are one to talk." Roman says coldly from behind me like he knows something I don't.
My father stares at him for what seems like minutes with a scowl on his face.
Whatever response he was about to spit
