52.

Eros’ POV

“Enough!” he declared, causing me to sit down. There was a limit I could go and I still respected my parents.

“You have grown, Eros and I am proud of you.” My mother started in a sickly sweet manner. I was sure she is looking for a way to break the ice as everyone had a solemn look on their face.

The purpose of the meeting has been discarded because I chose to speak too soon.

“You will get married to Vanessa Dave and that is final.” My father added.

I roll my eyes. “I am over thirty five, father and I have my empire. You can’t do this.” I stand up, disregarding the look of anger on my father’s face.

“It was nice seeing you all again. I think the next meeting will be on thanks giving.” I walk away but paused after I remembered something important. “If the agenda of our meetings remains like this, I won’t come back. Ever again.” I promised without thinking I’d propose to Dalia Thompson. Now, I will be the one raising such agenda again.

Terrible mistake.

My hands found its way