Third Person's POV
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"Where were you last night?" I received Dad's call early in the morning. I knew this. I knew that his informer might have informed him that I was not at my penthouse last night.
Well, what could you expect from me?
To leave the chance to sleep beside my girl, huh?
Hell no!
"I was with Tyler.", I responded.
"Why?"
"I'm twenty-three, dad. I don't have to answer each and every question of yours.", I restored.
"Fine! Don't answer me but dig a grave before seeing that girl because you might be knowing that you're playing with fire, and in the end, no matter how great it can be, you always get burned.", Saying this, he disconnected the call. My grip tightened around my phone, and the next thing I knew, my phone was flying in the air.
"Albert!" I roared.
"Yes, Sir!
