Desire

(2) Roses

Robert Mitchell took pride in the fact he could make a woman fall weak at her knees with just one look. He knew he looked very good for his age of forty. He'd admit, he had a habit of seeing a young girl that Caiden had a thing for and then made a move on her himself just to play about with her for a bit, sleep with her then throw her away and pretend like she never existed meaning Caiden could no longer have her -- not that he'd want someone who had already slept with his forty year old father.

The father and son duo didn't exactly have the greatest bond in the world, their relationship consisted of Robert teasing his son about how no matter what Caiden did, he'd never be as good as his father, and Caiden always being horrible to his father for his ways. But the public could never know that. Besides, when working together in the office they made a great team if you'd believe it.

Whereas Robert usually would sleep with the girl Caiden wanted before he did, this time he wasn't going to touch Kimberly at all, even if Caiden didn't get her like he aimed for, instead he was going to help his son. It had been a few days after the 20th anniversary of Robert's company, and he had invited Mr. Thorne and his daughter around his home for lunch, claiming that Caiden had spoken fondly of the father daughter duo and Robert wanted to meet them himself to get to know his workers better.

Robert didn't care for meeting his workers, but he felt this may help his son so he still arranged for it to commence in an hour. Only one thing, he hadn't told his son yet.

Robert walked through his home to find his son. He found Caiden in his room, fixing his hair. God he uses too much gel. "Dress nice, we're having company in an hour."

Caiden rolled his eyes. "Who?"

"That pretty thing and her father." Robert mentioned before turning to leave his son's room.

Caiden continued talking, keeping his father in the room. "Will you stop calling her a thing?"

"Okay, the nymphet and her father. Better?" Robert spoke purposely to annoy his son.

"You barely even saw her, how would you be able to tell if she was a nymphet?" Caiden spoke with attitude.

"I know women, and i knew she was a nymphet." Robert shrugged and left the room, leaving his son's bedroom door open. "Get dressed!"

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"Come on, princess we must be leaving." Dale called up the staircase to his daughter.

moments later Kimberly came running down the stairs wearing a summer dress that reached her mid-thigh, it had sunflowers printed all over it and she wore a matching sunflower clip in her hair. "Ready." she smiled.

"Let's go." Dale opened the door for his daughter as well as the car door before heading off to the Mitchell house.

Kimberly tapped her foot on the car floor in nervousness. "I can't believe Mr Mitchell has invited us to his house again. Do you think the rest of his house is as pretty as the main hall, Dad? Oh! Do you think they'll have those cherries they had? They tasted good." She rambled.

"Love, i think you need to calm down." Dale chuckled and patted his daughter's knee.

"Sorry." She shyly mumbled.

"It's okay, love. Calm your nerves before we get there." Dale smiled as he parked up his car outside the Mitchell Estate. "Come on."

Kimberly hopped out of her father's car and ran to the white concrete stairs. "Daddy it looks so pretty in the day."

"The power of money." Dale nodded his head. "I think we should wait here until-"

"Dale, Kimberly, nice to see you again." Caiden's voice sounded as he walked down the steps leading to his father's grand house.