Disrespecting the father for her

“Sup girl, you must really like sports,” Ronan chuckled, his eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror as the car glided down the street.

A soft smile formed on Sarah's face, but before she could answer, Jasper beat her to it from the front seat.

“Or you must really like Blake,” he said with a smirk.

Sarah instantly made an angry face, causing the entire car to erupt in laughter a second later.

“What?” Jasper asked, shifting slightly to face her in the back. “Ain't he your boyfriend? It's not wrong to really like him a lot, now is it?”

A low chuckle left Sarah's throat as her cheeks burned. “There, Bunny's over there.”

Ronan rolled the car over, halting just in front of Bunny, who looked spent and hopeless under the streetlight.

She didn't bother waiting for them to step down; Bunny yanked the door open, threw herself inside, and slammed it shut.

“Jesus, I had to read four pages of text to finish that report,” Bunny groaned, dropping her head against the seat.

Sarah's eyes went over her and she shook her head, prompting the guys in the front to burst out laughing again.

“Who wants ice cream?!” Jasper blurted out.

“Meeeeeee!” the two girls screamed, totally losing their composure.

“To the ice cream shop!” Ronan laughed, stepping on the gas.

***

Meanwhile, Blake's fingers traveled across his phone as he dialed Ronan's number for the hundredth time. Still no answer.

“Sup, Coach,” a voice interrupted him.

He turned to face Leo and Mason walking over with their jerseys slung over their shoulders.

His face lacked any trace of laughter as he greeted them. “Hey.”

“You look like you could murder someone right now,” Leo said, swinging an arm across Blake's shoulders.

Blake shrugged Leo's arm off instantly. “I'm good.”

“You're not sure,” Mason said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Catch up with you guys later.” Blake walked out on the duo, heading straight to his car.

“Something is definitely wrong with him,” Leo murmured.

Mason nodded as they watched his retreating figure, shrugged, and walked away.

Blake got into his car and sped off, driving past the two guys.

He drove straight to his father's estate, honking loudly at the gate until it opened. Speeding through the vast compound, he parked randomly and stormed into the house.

The first person he met was the butler.

“Mr. James,” he muttered a greeting despite his anger.

The old man nodded. “Welcome, young master. How have you been?”

“Terrible. Where is my father?”

“He is in his office, but he strictly warned he doesn't want to be disturbed—” Before Mr. James could even finish, Blake reached for the stairs, storming upstairs in almost what seemed like a run.

The butler swallowed hard, raising two hands to the sky before walking back into the house.

Blake ran upstairs and walked directly to his father's home office. he knocked, without waiting for a response, he barged in.

“I am sure James told you I want zero disturbance, Blake,” his father muttered behind his glasses, not looking up.

Blake reached for the scotch on the table, gulped it down at once, and exhaled heavy breath.

“Father, why are they here?”

“Who is this ‘they’ you speak of?” his father asked, finally raising his head to look at him.

“Don't play dumb with me, Father.”

Mr. Smith removed his glasses, carefully placing them on the table as he turned his full attention to Blake.

“You will speak to me with respect, child.”

“The same respect they give you, right?”

“Blake!” his father's voice rose above normal.

A bitter smile etched onto Blake’s face before disappearing almost immediately.

“Tell your sons, Mr. Smith, if by any chance they cross me or touch what's mine, we might as well air our dirty laundry outside... sir.”

He turned on his heel and headed out the door.