“Huh?” Tatiana’s lips parted in confusion. She hadn’t expected such a question.
“I don’t repeat myself,” Cassius raised an eyebrow, his voice firm.
“And I don’t understand why you’re asking such a thing, Mr. King. How would you feel if you were separated from the person you love most and then asked how you felt about it?”
“You’re doing that right now.”
“Don’t twist my words,” Tatiana tried to hide how their closeness was affecting her.
Cassius let out a soft chuckle, releasing her. “Prepare something for the guest,” he directed to the butler nearby, who immediately complied.
“I’m not taking anything here…”
“Are you going to keep acting feisty so I can double your punishment?”
Tatiana swallowed her remaining words and bit her lip. Double her punishment? Whatever that meant, she knew it was definitely not something good.
He walked past her to the living room and sat on the couch, waiting for her to join him.
When she remained standing, he asked, “Why are you still standing, Little Rebel? Sit.”
Tatiana took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
Must he be so bossy?!
She took a seat across from him, avoiding his gaze. She could feel his intense stare on her. What the hell is he staring at?
However, Cassius’s eyes were on the unbuttoned part of her shirt. Her cleavage was slightly exposed, and she had no idea. She had definitely rushed her way here.
He began to wonder how big those peaches were, how they would feel in his calloused hands. Did they have pointy pink nipples? He noticed how she bit her lip, indicating her impatience for him to speak. Geez! Must she do that?
Why was he getting affected?
His lust intensified when her lower lip dropped out, wet and inviting.
When he remained silent, Tatiana finally met his gaze. He noticed her stare and looked down at her upper, unbuttoned shirt.
“Pervert,” she blurted out and quickly buttoned it up.
“I’m only admiring those twins. You were the one presenting them,” he smirked.
‘Jerk!’ she cursed inwardly.
Just how many sides does this man have? Had he forgotten he was engaged? Was he lusting after another woman?
His next sentence shattered her state of anger.
“You can come see Dylan anytime you want.”
“Really–”
“Under one condition,” he added, and Tatiana sighed.
“What?” she reluctantly asked. What could the man possibly want?
“Tell me about yourself and Dylan. Every single thing, Little Rebel.”
—
The news of Mason’s downfall remained the top-searched story in all of Australia. The beating he had received greatly affected him; he was still unconscious.
The women behind it weren’t punished because Mason’s father asked them not to be! He mentioned his son deserved it.
Mason’s downfall happened in less than three days.
Nathan’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling as the name ‘Tatiana’ echoed in his mind. That woman had been on his mind recently.
Was it because of the chaos she had caused, or maybe because he missed her?
The naked woman beside him stirred awake. A smile crept across her face as she saw Nathan’s handsome features.
“Babe,” she whispered seductively. She was another artist of his, meant for pleasuring his bed.
“Get off me,” he ordered in a stern voice, shutting his eyes.
The woman didn’t need to be told twice before obeying. When Nathan acted cold, he acted like a demon. He might decide to destroy her if she took too long to obey.
She dressed hastily and left the room.
Nathan sat up, flinging the quilt off his naked body, and took his phone. He looked at the pictures of Tatiana taken by his spies.
He had been doing this ever since he heard she had returned. That was how he knew she was behind Mason’s attack.
He would have interfered, but he wanted to see how she would strike. And she went beyond his expectations.
The picture he was staring at was from the day she went to see Director Felix, the day he wanted to humiliate her.
The gown clinging to her body revealed those curves he missed. He noticed her breasts had grown larger, as had her hips and ass. Fuck!
He recalled the night he took her virginity, how innocently she clung to him, telling him she was his.
‘Yeah, she’s always been mine,’ he thought. How could he have forgotten that?
His phone rang, breaking his moment of tranquility. It was his assistant.
“Boss, the name of the boy is Dylan Wallington.”
Dylan, nice name.
A while later, Nathan arrived at Melbourne Grammar School. He headed straight to the headmaster’s office, and they chatted.
He was well-acquainted with the headmaster. Nathan was respected, as he was the richest parent in the school.
“I’d like to see the child named Dylan Wallington.”
The headmaster’s face brightened. “Ah, that boy is one of the most brilliant I’ve ever seen. Though he just started, all the teachers here like him…”
“He is my son.”
The headmaster’s eyes widened. “Oh my… Right, I knew you and Dylan’s mother, Tatiana, had some marital issues back in the day.”
“Yeah, she left without telling me she was pregnant. She broke my heart, but I still want to meet my son. I hate her, but not my son.”
“I’ll bring him over right away.”
Nathan nodded, and soon, Dylan was brought before him.
The moment Dylan met his gaze, his tiny brow creased. This wasn’t his father. He looked up at the headmaster.
“Mr. Harper, I think you’re making a mistake,” Dylan said innocently.
The headmaster was about to speak, but Nathan cut him off.
“I’ll handle it.” Nathan walked over and crouched before Dylan, oblivious to the figure that had just stepped into the school wearing a face mask to avoid attention.
The figure’s eyes darkened as they saw Nathan speaking with Dylan.
“Dylan, I know you’re probably confused right now. Your mother did some complicated things in the past, but I’m glad I finally get to meet you. I’m your father.”
Dylan raised an eyebrow and glanced at the figure behind Nathan. Even with the face mask, Dylan recognized him. He looked back at Nathan and waited for him to finish.
“Your mother took you away from me for many years. She didn’t want me to meet you. I’m sure she must have said a lot of things about me, but I’m ready to show you what kind of man I truly am, Dylan.”
“Excuse me?” a deep voice sounded behind Nathan. He stood and faced the figure.
His piercing blue eyes and the energy surrounding him showed he wasn’t an ordinary person. The suit alone was one of only two pieces in the world, worth billions.
Even the headmaster, teachers, and parents stared at the man with curiosity.
Dylan removed his hand from Nathan and his voice boomed through the place.
“Dad!” he ran toward the man, who ruffled his hair gently and drew him close.
Dad? Wait, Dylan Wallington’s father?!!
But who the fuck is he?
Nathan froze when the man returned his gaze to him, his stare as cold as a dagger.
The man spoke again, his voice even colder, filled with authority.
“The audacity to approach my son and spout nonsense. How would you like to be destroyed, Nathan Redmond?”