‘I think you have the ability to love, just like every one of us—but you just can’t differentiate the emotion.’Liam's words stuck with me through each passing day. He had to be wrong, so why couldn’t I stop thinking about them?I walked into the brothel. Scanning the pack of people, I spotted him—Reign Storm in the private lounge, he wasn’t alone though. Three scantily dressed girls, all looking far too young, crowded him. I made my way to him, and pushing open the see-through curtains, I stepped in.“There he is,” he said, rising to his feet to embrace me. “My son.”Years ago, he'd denied me. A weakling like me could never be his son, and now here he was, staring like a proud father. The falsity of it disgusted me. “Please take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the velvet divan beside him, and retaking his seat. The naked girls returned to their positions. The brunette sat on his lap, practically shoving her cleavages in his face.“Why a brothel?”He chuckled, “The question should be
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