Chapter 107: SOFIA
"The main reason?" he iterated, as if he had no clue what I was talking about.
Deeming his carefree manner, inconsequential, I resolved not to answer. I had practically laid myself bare before him and if he took any of it seriously, then he had to show it.
He read my expression, noting that I was all serious now and that his attempt at a joke was futile. Reclining on his chair, he said,
"On my word, I promise I will tell you about the main reason, but before that I need you to tell me why this situation of yours appears choiceless when it’s clear you can say no to her. I mean she’s your stepmom not your goddamn creator"
If only he knew how close Alicia came to holding the power of my creator. She like held the power of my continuance. If she revealed what she knew, my life will be such that death will feel like mercy.
"I ask the same of you, why does your situation seem choiceless when you can clearly say no as well, I mean you must want to with the kind of life you live, right?" I countered.
He smiled, leaning forward, his arms outstretched on the glass desk, and asked,
"The kind of life I live, what does that entail?"
Mirroring the same carefree manner he had on display, I answered,
"Well, if you must know, I have heard things, but that doesn’t matter. It’s not like you need a rundown of your scandalous lifestyle..." I allowed the statement trail unfinished, certain he will take up from where I left off.
"My scandalous lifestyle," he mused, proving me right, "what I do or how I live my life should never be anyone’s business, especially the press. But those nosy asses literally endorse gossip for a living, so touche. Anyway, you probably shouldn’t believe everything you read online"
This was nothing like what I thought this meeting would be, but so far I must say it was like a breath of fresh air compared to the stifling news of my wedlock.