Mr Brooks McConnell in the photo above 😁
Soo... I have this tingy thought that 'Loved' is gonna have more reads than 'Bullied' 🤔
Never the less... Let me not bore you with my speeches cause I know it's particularly one thing I dislike in reading novel #Authors_note but I always read them anyway..
Another update..
Hope you like it...
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Hunter's P.O.V.
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" I'll send in some to Charlotte later in the day tomorrow" Guillermo said as he stepped out of the living room, to which I only nodded.
My eyes were on the television screen but my brain is only replaying the meeting I had with Dorado exports.
What exactly do those men take me for? A fool?
I even scheduled us another meeting and yet they had no hints that their plans were as useless as dust.
Another Saturday night and I'm enjoying a solo movie with a humble glass of whiskey.
Then my phone chimed.
Dad.
I answered the call and waited for him to say something into the receiver.
I'm actually pissed off at him.
" Hunter?"
" Yes Dad?"
" Why the silence on the phone?"
I took a sip of my drink before responding.
" Because I'm actually unhappy with you"
" What? Why?"
I rolled my eyes at his fake act.
" Dad, you promised to talk to Iris about Mason Reid. But how did things turn out?"
" If by Iris you mean Miss Jules then no, I haven't spoken to her about that."
I groaned so loudly into the phone that it could have sounded like a network interruption.
" You said I should leave them be right? Well let me inform you on the current happenings in New York. I believe Iris and Mason are dating"
They're currently out on a date now.
" How do you know that?"
" I'd leave you to wait for the papers" if no one wants to be analytical then I wouldn't be the one to reason.
" What's going to happen next?"
" Nothing, I've left them to do whatever they want. They can date, fuck and even get married, I don't bloody care but I sure as hell would make it known to Iris that a perfect plan I took time to create just went down the drain because of her god-damned heart and she becoming my damn secretary!".
" Hunter! You may be angry but that is no reason to corrupt my eardrums"
Fuck your eardrums.
" Whatever"
Some seconds of silence dragged on before I exhaled a heavy breath.
" Dad this deal meant a lot to me but everything is just ruined" I dropped the glass I held in my hand and used the free hand to massage my temple.
" I know. And I'm sorry"
" There's no need apologising, it's already done" I sighed.
" Should I still say something to her?"
" No Dad, they're already far gone. At this point all we can give them is our blessings"
He chuckled on the phone at my words then continued.
" This is the most positive I've ever heard from you" he said with a glint of laughter in his voice which only made me to laugh even though all I want to do right now is scream.
" Some situations require odd reactions"
" Good night son. And I hope you're not taking whiskey by this hour?"
What the..?
" How do you know?" I honestly wanted to laugh at this situation but I just got caught red handed.
" You have a very odd way of calming your anger. Now put that thing away"
So I laughed... Not a big deal.
Surprisingly, I needed just two people to get me in a positive mood.
Dylan and Dad, but it seems Dylan's gone to bed although he did make this afternoon a little fun.
" I will. Goodnight Dad"
" Night son"
Then the receiver went dead.
I got up from my chair to return the bottle of whiskey back to the bar and took a carton of fruit juice from the fridge in the kitchen.
What can I say? I can be obedient sometimes.
When I had sat back down, I began hearing tiny footsteps and there's only one person with such movements.
I looked to the right and saw Louisa in a kiddies night gown, with a little teddy bear in her right hand.
" Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" I asked her as she walked up to me.
" I was sleeping, then I woke up and I was alone in the room so I can't sleep again" she said with a tiny groggy voice as she rubbed her eyes with her free hand and stood in front of me.
" You wanna watch some TV?" I asked her as her eyes were almost half mast closed.
She's still sleepy but won't just sleep alone.
She shook her head in a no and brought out her two hands to me.
At first I was confused but I realized soon enough.
She wanted me to carry her.
So I lifted her by her arms and craddled her to my chest before she released a sigh and within seconds, she was out like a light.
After watching a movie, I decided to go through the news and nothing out of the ordinary was on.
Weather, politics and business profits and loss.
" Jesus Christ what did you do to her!?"
Then Dylan's voice came from the stairs.
He looks livid, like I had spikes for teeth and horns for an ear.
" What is wrong with you? Why are you shouting!?"
He ran down the steps and rushed to where I was seated, using his eyes to scan the sleeping baby in my arms.
" Did you sedate her?"
What in the actual fuck!?
" How would I sedate a kid?"
" Then why is she sleeping in your arms?"
He actually looked confused and it made me laugh at him.
" She said she couldn't sleep so she came to sleep here"
" She what!?"
" Dylan quiet down, you'll wake her up"
His eyes were still as wide as disco balls before he said something.
" Since when did you start craddling kids?"
To be honest, three weeks ago.
" I don't know"
Then he glared with a playful smirk on his face.
" You have mommy instincts in you"
Dylan!
" Tomorrow morning, thank Louisa for sleeping in my arms because I would have broken your nose two seconds ago"
He found my threat quite amusing and walked straight into the kitchen.
Time to go lie this baby down before her mama gets home.
We don't want that now, do we?