Alle Kapitel von His Father’s Addction: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

HAZELA vasectomy. The word hung between us.I shifted slightly on the sofa, unconsciously folding my legs beneath me. My eyes stayed on Elvis, but my mind had wandered somewhere else entirely.I had always imagined myself becoming a mum someday.A noisy little home. Tiny footsteps running across the living room.Attending school runs, birthday parties, and family holidays.That picture had lived in my head for years.Then reality slapped me across the face. What on earth are you thinking, Hazel?Having children with Elvis?When did that even become something your brain considered?I quickly shook the thought away before it could grow roots.This wasn't permanent. It was never supposed to be."Hey."Elvis reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear."You've gone quiet."I blinked."Hmm?""I said,” he smiled faintly. “are you alright?""Yes."I forced a small laugh."I was only surprised."He rested his elbows on his knees."I'm sorry. There wasn't exactly an easy way

EMILY"No... no..."I cupped Jarvis's face with both hands before he could sink any deeper into guilt."I know I have a part to play."He looked at me through tear-filled eyes."When you and Donald were little, your brother was a very sick child." I smiled sadly at the memory. "He was always in and out of the hospital. There were nights your father and I barely slept because we were afraid we'd lose him."My fingers brushed away the tears running down Jarvis's cheeks."I poured almost all my attention into keeping him alive. I never realised that while I was fighting for one son, the other was quietly feeling abandoned."He shook his head repeatedly."Mum, no, I was wrong. You didn't deserve any of that.""I swear to you, it was never my intention to make you feel unloved. I love you, so very much Jarvis.”The words had barely left my mouth before Jarvis broke down completely.He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me."Mum..." His voice cracked into figments. "I'm sorry. So..

HAZELEdward’s eyes widened the second he saw me.“Oh my. You look even more beautiful up close.”What?I stared at him for a second, unsure whether I was supposed to smile, say thank you, or shut the door in his face.“Good evening, Mr Edward.”I eventually stepped aside to let him in, deliberately ignoring his comment.This man could be weird sometimes.“Is the wine here?”William’s voice came from the kitchen before he appeared, still wearing his apron and holding a wooden spoon.He stopped immediately when he saw his father.“Dad?”Edward spread his hands innocently.“Son.”“What are you doing here?”“I was in the neighbourhood and decided to say hello.”William looked at me. I looked at him. We both looked back at Edward.The man lived nowhere near here from what I remembered.Edward’s eyes moved between the two of us before his lips stretched into a suspicious smile.“I can see you have a special guest.”“Dad.”“I understand.” He raised both hands. “I won’t interrupt. I’ll be on

ELVISI got home later than expected.My shoulders hurt from sitting through meetings for most of the day, and all I wanted was a warm shower, and a phone call with Hazel before sleeping.One of the housekeepers approached me as soon as I stepped inside.“Welcome home, sir.”“Thank you.”“Your cousin has been waiting for you in the bar.”I stopped.“My cousin?”“Yes, sir.”“Which of my cousins?”“Sir Moses.”No way.“Moses?”I handed her my jacket and headed straight towards the bar.The door was slightly open. I pushed it wider and there he was, sitting comfortably on one of the stools, sipping whisky like he hadn't disappeared from my life for years.“No way.”Moses turned.A wide smile appeared on his face.“Elvis.”“Moses, you are actually here.”I crossed the room quickly.We hugged, hitting each other's backs before pulling apart.He held my shoulders and examined me from head to toe.“You are indeed a vampire.”I laughed.“Come off it.”“I'm serious. Look at you. You haven't ag

HAZELI woke up later than usual.By the time I finally dragged myself out of bed, the morning sun was already forcing its way through the curtains. I checked the time and groaned.This was what happened when there was no office waiting for me.When I worked for Elvis, I had an alarm that threatened my peace every morning. Now, I could decide to sleep until noon if I wanted, provided I got my work done.I took a quick shower, threw on a loose shirt, and tied my hair up before heading to the kitchen.Pancakes sounded like a good idea.I brought out everything I needed, connected my phone to the speaker, and played some music while I worked. Halfway through mixing the batter, my mind drifted to Elvis.I hadn't spoken to him this morning.I should check on him.I picked up my phone, stared at his name for a few seconds, then put it back on the counter. Maybe later.He was probably busy. Besides, if we were really going ahead with the Maldives trip, the man had a mountain of work to clear