A man of his words

Berry was with her friends in the club as she usually does. She was busy smoking her tobacco, when her phone rang out. She wanted to avoid the call, but at the second ring, she couldn't take it anymore. She picked up her phone, picking to the annoying call, without checking who the caller was.

"What?!" She yelled to the phone.

"And is that a way of speaking to your father, after everything i have done for you."

She gasped, quickly standing up on her feet, before heading towards the bathroom to have a clear word with her dad.

"Father, i am sorry. I didn't check the caller's ID before picking up." She quickly apologized. Her father had helped her out in a lot of things that she would be forever grateful for. But definitely would be a shameless thing to the public's ears. How can she possibly tell her friend or her mother that she had slept with her own father, her biological father, not twice, but thrice just to get what she wanted: to go to college, to have money and to be popular