Meet My Baby's Daddy Again: Bittersweet Revenge

on the ground as I gazed down from the jet'

y, his voice pulling my attention to him. Our eyes met

you know that, yet you insisted on taking me to Italy with you. I'm tired of all

observe. One day, when I retire, all these will be passed down to you and I wouldn't wan

of all my responsibilities. I heard him sigh and his hand crept unto mine, stroking my hand in a comfort

staring out into

blinked open slowly, "Hmm? What is it?" I murmured slowly, t

you will get some more rest whe

I am awake," I murm

y joints as I stood up. The cabin of the jet felt too big and too small at the same time. My fath

for him; it was a step to secure the future of our

d changed slightly despite my earlier complaint about the Jet, a smile appeared on my face as I stared at the beautiful city in fron

ecture was a beautiful blend of the ancient and the modern. The driver drove us through the narrow streets,

e rising from the canals itself. Inside, the lobby had designs of marble and glass, the luxury almost overwhelming me. My fathe

of the canal, and a gondola gliding gently in the water. I dropped my bag a

ised, planting a kiss on my foreh

ts cool beneath my skin. I closed my eyes ready to rest, but was finding it hard to sleep,

t to pass down the teachings of how he runs the business to me. It hasn't been easy, moving from place to place, changing

social as her. We were homeschooled till I got to college. I chose New York University because it was close to home but I regret it now, father s

g in on me, the sounds of the city, and the dance of the wat

ssed the borders of wakefulness to a land of dre

voyage to the West. The soft glow from the colors of the dusk coate

documents piled in his hands. He looked up as I entered, wi

re," I replied, r

"Good, very good. Our guests will be here soon,

in hand. After bathing, I wore my body lotion, perfumes, and a two-p

as I grew closer to the living room door. Seems like the guests are already here

side the living room. My father turned to look at me, a smile formed on h

late twenties, they had a striking resemblance, the son looked like his father in h

" he explained, pointing at me, "Katelynn, this is Mr. Marcel

stretching out my right hand towards them for

thick voice resonated through the room,

I know in Italy, which I had to learn over and over again, is "Nice to meet you," which I had said to c

r help, rather they all burst out in loud l

xplained, as he shook my hand gently, a wide smile ran across his lips. "I di

essors of a business?" I asked, my voice lace

into mine. "I didn't mean it that way. I am just surpr

or will I be the last, it is not rare," I snapped

smirk on his face. I heard my father clearing his throat loud

iddle-aged su

ng my mind wander off from the ongoing meeting. The lack of conce

h a handshake, the men left our

plained, mimicking him. "Why didn't you give me any information about t

mishap shouldn't weigh you down. You di

something," I nagged

at did you grasp from our conversation?" he asked. My silence made hi

centrate on a few minutes of the meeting, how can you address the board, fix a problem, or even listen to ideas from the board members? You are going to beco

er happiness for the company, and shouldn't have a mind of her own. I understand all these,

a few years of following me around, you are already calling it a cage. I have been managing this business for the past 30 years sin

se me, I want to take a walk," I informed him walking out of the