Chapter 7

MYKEL

My father pissed me off. It was too late to fill the father of the year role.

He’d been so persistent in being in my life again when he knew I didn’t need him anymore. He missed that chance a long time ago. When I needed him the most, he wasn’t there.

“Mykel.” He extended his hand.

“Dru.” I shook his hand just for the sake of the formality and this event, and I couldn’t change the fact that he was still the sperm donor.

“Lyra wants to meet you, Mykel. Give her a chance.”

My temper sent roaring. The audacity. “If she wants to see me, then you should bring her with you tonight. You know that I will be here. Will she be the last?”

My father looked offended. I had known to have no filter. I would say it out loud if I wanted to express my feelings.

“I hope so. Look, son. I will always love your mother. She’s your mother, but our marriage didn’t work out. You have to respect our decisions.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. Honestly, I