Chapter Four
Holt
“Have you lost your god-damned mind?” I growl into the phone.
I hear my father sigh. He’s probably rubbing his temples. “Explain the problem to me again?”
I close my bedroom door. “The nanny you hired for Witt is totally fuckable.” That plain enough language for you, Dad?”
My father immediately laughs. “I need to be able to trust you guys to keep your d***s in your pants and not sleep with the help. Again.”
AgainI wince. That was a low blow.
“This isn’t about me, it’s about Witt. How is the kid supposed to concentrate?”
He doesn’t answer my question. I hear voices in the background. Given that it’s a weekday morning, I’m certain he’s in the office. The glittering high rise in the city our family has owned for two generations.
“Listen, Holt, trying times build
