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Before you get to the father
You gotta holla at me first bitch

Before you get to the fatherYou gotta holla at me first bitch

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Staying at Harper's house was even better than I had expected. However, I wouldn't say that I wasn't bored out of my mind laying in this guest room.

It was the most comfortable bed that I've ever slept in and the blackout curtains didn't make it any better. I didn't even know what time of day it was because I never attempted to get out of bed at all. I leaned over to grab my phone until I heard a knock at the door.

I had suspected it to be Harper or Charlie, but it was clear that the universe had different plans for me. I open the door and Sterling walks in without acknowledging me at all.

Is it just me or am I invisible? I stood there with the door open for a few more seconds already annoyed with him being here. "Hello, Sterling and yes you can come in." I reply under my breath sarcastically. I shut the door just to see him sitting on the sofa that was placed in front of the bed with his legs crossed.

I sit on the other side not wanting to be anywhere near the highly irritating man. You say that now but you just the shut door closing yourself in a room with him

"To what do I owe this pleasure senior McKnight?" I asked not really giving two shits about what he had to say.

I just wanted him out of here quickly.

"Call me Sterling darling." He says with a charming smile. I knew better than to fall for it. Sterling hadn't liked me from day one and I never knew why.

"Anyway, I have a story to tell you." He says getting up and opening the curtains to the bright sun. I flinched crossing my arm over my eyes until they focused again. That bastard

"I don't think a story is something that is appropria-

"Once upon a time there was a king who had a beautiful wife, children, and wealth like no other. He was ambitious always wanting to better himself because he looked up to his only father." He turns to me raising his hand and balling it into a fist to symbolize strength or whatever.

Theatrically much?

"Even though he strived to be like his father he still held too tightly onto empathy, but a tragic death changed him forever."

"That day he became better than his father to many, that say he realized that lust and love would only tear him down."

"For a while he does so well until a seventeen-year-old whore decides to follow in the footsteps of her mother even though he has already been rightfully taken."

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