Chapter 7 part 1
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GODRIC’S POV
Class had just ended, but before heading home, I decided to make a quick stop at my parents’ workplace. As expected, Steve was there again, blocking my way with that same persistent offer. It was honestly getting annoying. Before I could even entertain the thought of engaging with him, Bastian, my dad’s head PSG, stepped in. That was my cue—I bolted. Not today, Steve.
I made my way to my mom’s film set first, navigating past the busy crew members and towering cameras until I found her. She was in the middle of discussing something with the director, but when she saw me, she immediately smiled. I walked over, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and after a brief exchange, I headed straight to my dad’s office.
As we settled into our conversation, Dad asked about my day, and without hesitation, I told him everything. With my parents, I was always an open book. I never felt the need to hide anything from them because I knew—without a doubt—that they supported me 100%. They had always been my safe space, the people who listened without judgment and guided me without pressure.
More than anything, I made it a point to express myself to them as honestly as possible. I never wanted them to second-guess my emotions or worry about things left unsaid. They deserved the truth, and I wanted to assure them that I was doing well—that I felt okay, both physically and emotionally. There was no point in making them overthink when I could simply tell them outright how I felt.
At some point, Yaya Lucy's words echoed in my mind—how she once told me about the sheer devastation my parents felt when I was hospitalized due to my declining health. I had been too weak back then to truly register their distress, but hearing about it afterward had made my chest tighten. The image of them, helpless and afraid, haunted me.
Fortunately, I had received the medical attention I needed in time, and the situation had been brought under control. But that experience had changed them. My parents, being the caring and protective people they were, had since made it their mission to ensure that I never neglected my health again. Regular check-ups and follow-ups became routine, something they insisted upon no matter how much I reassured them that I felt fine. And honestly? I understood. After what they had been through, their concern was justified.
Dad and I continued talking, diving into all the things that had been going on in our lives. Business, school, family—it was a never-ending discussion, but I enjoyed every moment of it. It was in these conversations that I saw different sides of my father—the businessman, the mentor, the dad who always found a way to slip in a joke, even when discussing something serious.
At one point, he was about to extend our chat to the company cafeteria, suggesting that we grab something to eat while we talked. I was just about to agree when the office door suddenly swung open.
Mom stood there, her presence commanding yet warm. There was a certain urgency in her stance, her gaze shifting from Dad to me.
"Sorry to interrupt," she said, offering me a small smile before turning to Dad. "I need you for a moment."
Dad sighed but gave her a knowing look, already anticipating what this was about. He turned back to me with an apologetic shrug, and I simply smiled, understanding that business matters always came first.
Mom looked at me then, her expression softening. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to cut your time with your dad short."
I chuckled lightly and reached out, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat before leaning in to kiss her cheek. "No worries, Mom. I’ll see you both later."
With that, I took my leave, stepping out of the office and making my way home, feeling grateful—grateful for my parents, for the life I had, and for the love that surrounded me every single day.
Grabbing a cup of coffee from the lounge, I finally made my way home.
Yaya Lucy greeted me at the gate, her warm smile as comforting as ever. Out of habit and respect, I gave her a gentle mano, and just as expected, she offered me my favorite cappuccino. This woman knew me too well. I thanked her, took my drink, and stepped inside the house, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a favorite sweater.
Without wasting any time, I headed to my room. After changing into something more comfortable, I powered up both my laptop and the TV—yes, I always multitask. Some people say that’s impossible, but I like to think half my brain focuses on the laptop while the other half tunes into whatever’s on the screen. Just kidding.
The TV was mostly for background noise. I had it set to MYX, the music channel that played the daily top ten hits—OPM, R&B, the usual.
I scrolled through the internet, checked my f*******: notifications, and after a while, logged off, feeling slightly bored. Lying back on my bed, I reached for my cappuccino, only to realize it was already finished.
I debated whether to call Yaya Lucy for another one, but I knew she was busy preparing dinner. My parents had always refused to hire a cook, claiming that no one could match Yaya’s cooking.
As I lay there, my mind drifted back to my conversation with Efrick earlier. Turns out, my little Miss Temptation—Aphrodite—had quite an interesting life. And surprisingly, she had never been in a relationship before. That was actually a good thing. Pure and untouched in every way. LOL.
Can I be her first? Hehe.
First boyfriend, to be specific—not what you’re thinking! Tsk.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my phone vibrated, pulling me back to reality. I had completely forgotten it was still in my pants pocket. I stood up, grabbed it, and flopped back onto the bed.
1 new message received.
I unlocked my phone and saw it was from Efrick.
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