Chapter 51. Dad

Four of his men accompanied us to the elevator. My head was on his chest as he hugged me. I looked up at him.

“Why so much media?” I asked. His jaw tightened and he kissed me on the hair. His silence killing me! He didn’t answer me! We took the elevator. I’m annoyed with his people one after another. The men opened the door and we enter his quiet office.

I voluntarily sat down when he started calling on his cellphone. I sat on his swivel chair. I picked up a magazine that was on his desk. My own face and body right front of the magazine amazed me! And I was not mistaken! This one was my photoshoots from Italy. And fuck! I am wearing a bikini! The hell Sav? I glared at him and found him looking at me seriously while someone was talking on the cellphone. Gosh! Is he really so busy every day?

He approached the table and pressed the intercom. “Jorge, please give me a strawberry cake and juice.”

“Noted, sir. Right away,” someone answered him. I frowned at him.