My father, however, ever the traditional man, saw none of that. The little lady was just Barry Harris for an unthreatening girl that had no real value in his eyes.“How silly of me,” I retorted, dousing my irritation in layers upon layers of charm. “Emma, meet Barry. He’s my father,” I stopped at that for him. She didn’t need to know more. There wasn’t much more to him in the first place, not in my eyes. “Father, meet Emma. She’s a top-notchpsychologist from New Jersey with a Ph.D. and,” I turned to her, admiring her bashfully blushing cheeks, “the hardest worker I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”“Is that so?” Father tilted his head back, physically pushing himself to look down at Emma. I wanted to laugh, I truly did.“And my fiancée,” I added, to both their apparent surprise. Emma straightened up immediately and looked at me with an expression I could only describe as fucking floored. But Father merely looked over and raised an eyebrow.Introducing her as my girlfriend would have b
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