TRACY Dad rarely calls. And even if he does, half the time, I don't answer his calls. Half the time that I pick up his calls, I'm very unfriendly and agitated. I just didn't like talking to him and having us pretend that he was this good father who wanted nothing more than the happiness of his two offspring. He wasn't- not to me, not to Justin. As far as billionaires go, Dad was a pretty decent man. Some even went as far as calling him a very kind man and I have heard people say he had a heart of gold. Well, he had a ridiculous amount of gold, both in jewellery and those he invested in. Gold was indeed very dear to his heart, but his heart wasn't made of gold. I knew that. At best, Dad was a decent man, but a terrible father. And it was worse when he “tried” because even though the man was the world's most successful and leading movie producer, he couldn't play his role as a father even if a manual was placed on his lap from the heavens. “Hmmn,” the naked man on my bed let out as h

TRACYI stared at the clear blue sky, almost void of any cloud at all. The sun was still rising and so wasn't harsh at all. It looked as though it peeped through the sky. I had woken up a few moments ago and I had immediately gone to look at the sky. What else could I do? I didn't have a morning routine so I always did whatever came to mind. Today's was staring at the sky so intensely that one would think I was trying to see what was beyond it. Meanwhile, I was simply asking the sky how my day would go. Don't judge me— a popular actress did the same thing in a movie, and it worked!Someone knocked on my door. Yeah, it was time to start my day. “Come in!” I sang. I literally sang the words with my bad voice.It was Mrs Abigail, my house cleaner. She came thrice a week to clean up the whole duplex mansion. She was very well paid and didn't mind doing it all by herself. “Good morning, ma'am,” she greeted me.“Good morning to you too.”“Aidan is here. He has already treated himself to