DOMINIC I looked at Ramon Blackwood, my father in name. He sat behind the desk in his office, his mistress occupying one of the two guest seats, her dress hiked up in her sitting position, revealing her thighs. "Take a seat, son," he started. I moved toward the chair. As I neared, his mistress stood and walked toward me. She leaned against my chest, her manicured fingers grazing it as she pressed closer. Her strong cologne reeked. I glanced at Ramon. He looked relaxed, simply observing with a blank expression. "What is this?" I questioned. He chuckled. "She was dying to entertain you. An old Blackwood like myself couldn't satisfy her, so she opted for the younger version." He shrugged. I grabbed her wrist, my grip tightening. "Leave," I said without looking at her. "You see..." "Did I stutter?" I asked, my eyes cold. Her cheeks turned pink. She broke away from me and stumbled out of the room, the doors slamming shut behind her. Ramon leaned back in his chair. "Yo
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