Keith Powers Parents Novels & Stories

“ Papa, Keith Crawford isn't who I think he is, is he? I asked, facing him with eyes that demanded an answer. “Sweetheart, my mother interrupted before my father could say anything. It's the same Keith who used to play in our compound when you were kids. He owns an empire now and he's one of the leading successful men in the business World. “Are you…are you two in this together? I scoffed out a laugh in shock”. Mum, tell me you don't agree with Dad, how on earth am I supposed to be with a childhood friend I lost contact with? “I'm sorry Cora, I tried to convince your father out of it but couldn't, my mother pleaded with me and she held my hands hoping I'd understand.

They wanted their two sons to be good businessmen and look exclusive, but sadly, Keith didn't like that. His cell phone rings, and he sees a call from his parent's home number.

Do you think I won't tell Mom and Dad? Keith coldly mocked her, saying, "What? Do you think you're a three-year-old child who can only run to Mom and Dad when something happens? They're not here today, so it doesn't matter who you tell."

They both stopped at his demand, Keith swiveled around with his mom, pausing to listen to what he had to say. ( master Leonardo) He saw we were all waiting to hear him speak and he cuts off the anxiety, airing his words out. He says and I quote, "from now henceforth, Keith isn't my son anymore, and starting from today, my properties is and shall we given to my adopted son, Chris Wood's, who has proven to be of good" ( in distant conversation goes on) "My love, you can't do that?". Mrs. Jane aimed to disapprove her husband's decree, but surprisely Keith dragged her back from speak further.

Keith sat at the bar, lost in thought, swirling the ice in his glass of scotch. He was left with a sense of inner turmoil after speaking with his father. “Hey!” Genelia approached him. “Everything alright?” “Yeah!” “Are you disturbed?” She arched an eyebrow. “It’s Dad and his stupid condition!” Keith let out a sigh. “Mind sharing with me?” Genelia smiled sweetly. “He says if I ask Cara to quit her job, he will think about our relationship.”

I guess I’m just not sure how he’s going to react. “Ever heard of Clint Stryker?” I ask him. There’s a pause, like he’s trying to process if I really just said what he thinks I said. Then he slowly nods. “Clint Stryker the mob boss?” I nod. “Well, he’s my dad. So I can totally understand not wanting to be tied to your family business.” Keith replies with several nods of his own. I can’t tell if he’s nervous or not. If he is, he’s doing a good job of hiding it. “I’m surprised he let you and your mom leave, to be honest.”

Your son graduated only high school and is suddenly making a crap ton of money overseas. "You know my parents, Jean. As long as I hand them money, they don't give one less shit about me," He took another bite of his nacho and let out a small chuckle. His parents have always been money-hungry people. I remember them making Keith work three part-time jobs back then to make money. His dad is an alcoholic and his mom is the one who is blindly supporting the ways of his father and letting her frustrations out on Keith. I am actually amazed at how much of an amazing person he is despite the life he is living in.

But then there's one. "Tell me about Keith. Every little detail on who his mother was and how Father got involved with her." I demand. "His mother was a courtesan…" "A what?!" "A slut, goddammit!" Ray rasps. "Yeah, I got it. I just can't believe it." Father sure is the most careless, pussy-hungry man on earth. Who fucks a slut without a condom or making sure she's on pills? Except he wanted a son with her. But that doesn't seem to be the case. Keith has a huge sign of UNWANTED on his big-ass forehead.

Hails!" exclaimed Keith as he entered the house. "I'm in the kitchen!" She replied. Her parents returned for a few moments before departing on another business trip. It wasn't the first time, but all she wanted was for them to spend quality time with them like any other family would. I guess that won't happen anytime soon. She thought to herself as Keith entered the kitchen with a handsome young man. He stood 6'3" tall and had a broad chest and shoulders. He was a brunette, and he had a messy undercut. He wasn't too muscular, but well built.

Keith justified. "Yes, we disagreed on many things, but at the end of the day, you are still my father. You and Mom raised me the best way you could and provided for my needs." Keith gasped, describing, "I recognized that you and Mom gave me life. I wouldn't be where I am today without you. What kind of a son would I be if I did not come here and try to fix things with you?" "I'm sorry I did not come any sooner," Keith said. "I should have kept trying -"