For all his wealth, love, and affection, Kirilli desperately needed to work on his parenting skills. No wonder his son was so messed up.For the past week, Anya rarely left my side. The only time she truly left was to get clothes from a nearby store. She had gotten her fashion sense back and ditched the jeans a while ago. Now, she wore a fitted, red ankle-length dress that revealed just enough cleavage to drive any man, including Kirilli, insane.Kirilli, however, would drag Killian around the states to handle business matters while he observed if his son was performing them right. Then at night, they would come back, Kirilli would ask Anya to join him in another room, and she would refuse, staying on the bed with me. He would kiss our foreheads and leave.Killian would then proceed to pass out on whatever surface he could find after shooting me a tired, longing look.Most of my day was occupied by Anya, who never allowed a dull moment. Yesterday, she had asked me if I had a favourite
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