Kaden Graham Harrison.
His world is home to billionaires, future presidents, models and children of diplomats.
People who had the power to rule the world before they were even born. He can buy himself everything with the snap of his fingers.
Booze...
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I rub my sore palms against each other, the warmth that builds between them, barely calming me down. I inspect the wounds, a small part of satisfaction forming in my heart. For once I am glad that Dorian always forces me to wear bandages when I fight because if I didn't it would look so much worse.
And the bones in my hands would be already dust from all the trauma they endured but as stupid as it may sounds, I couldn't care less about what happens to my body.
But at least now after cooling my knuckles the entire night they are a little less swollen, still they look like a truck ran over them. I don't want Ally to stare at my hands the entire time or ask dumb questions I won't answer anyway. Like I would tell her anything about my life. This girl is way too nosy for her own good.
And, God those kids. I mean, the boy isn't even really a kid anymore, but I don't think that's any better. I have no idea what to do with them, I just hope Ally is something like a child whisperer... then we will be ok.
There are three hard knocks on the wooden door as I sit on the black leather armchair, my forearms resting on my thighs, holding my phone so I can read the news. I put it in my suit pocket and then stand up, heading towards the door.
I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt and the corner of my lip twitches as I hear her knocking again, this time way more impatiently. I decide that she waited long enough and open the door, her fist raised, ready to knock again.
She looks at me unfazed but I know that she is tense, her hands tightly clutching around her college block. I can see her throat gulping down some air as she looks into my face, not knowing what to say.
I make it easy for her and step back, walking into the room. "Come in and close the door behind you. Sit down wherever you want, I just called my driver, he will pick up the kids and bring them here, so we can start with the work." I explain, not looking at her as I sit myself down again on the leather seat, to continue reading.
