There was a very embarrassing thought Adrian Gray had refused to admit to another living soul.
He was losing a competition…
…to his own son.
It was ridiculous.
Humiliating.
Completely irrational.
And somehow, every single day, it felt more and more real.
⸻
Three weeks.
It had been three weeks since Lucas had apologised.
Three weeks since the boy had stood in front of both of them with tears running down his face, promising never to disrespect Jude again.
Adrian had accepted the apology.
He meant it.
He loved his son.
There wasn’t a single doubt about that.
But apparently…
Lucas had decided that his apology required a full-time campaign.
Against Adrian’s sanity.
⸻
Monday morning.
Adrian walked into the dining room wearing one of his tailored charcoal suits.
He stopped.
