Adrian.
"Your phone is buzzing," I hear a feminine voice from my room.
I was in the bathroom struggling to get some of the shampoo that was stuck on my head.
"It is coming from Dad."
I almost leaped out of the bathroom.
"I am not deaf, I can hear it. Keep the phone, I'm going to handle it later."
Soon enough, the second buzzing started.
"It is from a number saved as Uncle Bernard."
I couldn't help wondering what the hell was going on. It was either someone had died, or they were in trouble.
My phone kept buzzing. I was in the bathroom trying to have a shower after a round of s*x.
Did I stop taking women back home with me after a scandal that would have made a lot of people commit suicide? Hell no!
Now that I had the house to myself as well as my reputation co
