To be loved right

ed by his younger brother's attitude. "Hey, kid," M

y raise his hands in mock apology. "Sorry, I forgot you're now

n, walked up to Konvensky and patted him gently on the shoulder. "You'

top acting so nice. I haven't forgotten what you did," he s

ded diffusing, cleared his throat. "Dad, you know how he is, so

But Konvensky barely responded, his attention focused entirely on his food. Freeda tried every angle to engage him

He strode into his expansive dressing room, looking for a pair of pajamas to wear. As he reached

ed to himself, a rare flicker of interest

ked right in. Freeda collapsed dramatically onto the bed, while Melvin leaned casua

tantly cold, and he muttere

od books. "Sky, can't you be a little bit softer? We haven't

yielding. "I don't want to repeat myse

turedly. "He's still as toxic as ever," he

room, dressed entirely in a sleek, all-bl

asked, her voice full of curio

t you a husband." With that, he strode out of the ho

d began to look for something to wear, settling on blue baggy pants, a blue shirt, and a black hoodie. She slipped out of the h

behind her. She looked stunning in the dim light

. When his gaze landed on her solitary figure, he increased his speed, stopping abruptly in front of her. He killed

er voice barely above a whisper, recog

s voice low and commanding, his eyes lock