Levi's POV
"I know, Dad." I pinch my nose bridge, trying to stifle a sigh that threatens to escape.
I wish my father would just get off my back. He's been pressuring me for over a year to get married, or to produce an heir. It only got worse in this past month. If only he could understand that marriage isn't a business transaction, even if it's for the sake of his empire. I'm still young, still strong. I have enough time on my hands to decide if and when I want to procreate.
"The least you could do is get a girlfriend, Levi," my father speaks up again. "I've been lenient enough. If you don't get a wife, or a grandchild by this time next year, you can forget about taking over the legacy."
"Dad-" I cut myself short as the line goes dead. I hung up. Of course.
A string of profanities
