Isabella Grace Thompson: A kind girl who has been through so much but still tries to live her life fully. She lost her parents and spent her childhood being beaten and abused. She never had anything easy in her life.
Alexander Ensor Knight: A succe...
After few minutes a waitress comes to take our order. Nate being Nate started flirting with her and I can't help but look at her. She is beautiful with medium length brunette hair tied in a pony and blue. Her breasts are not too big nor too small just the perfect size. She seems different than other women I've been with.
Before she notice that I'm checking her out, I take my phone and check my mails. I glare at Nate for calling me old man. Come on I am only two years older than him, rolling my eyes I check that Jacob sent me a text:
Jacob: We have to visit Thompsons tonight.
I internally smirk thinking I'd get some action tonight. I inform Nate about this and he said okay. He may be childish but he is one of the best men in my team. The same waitress who took our orders came with our food. She quickly put the plates on the table like she was ignoring us. I notice that she has bruises all over her neck like someone tried to choke her. She was about to turn but I suddenly grab her hand. Ignoring the sparks I felt with her touch I ask her, "What happened to your neck?" She furrowed her eyebrows for a second and then her eyes widened. She quickly stuttered nothing and ran away. I frowned at her answer but averted my gaze to Nate telling me that father called us for a meeting at our house.
We quickly finish our food and go to our family house. It is my childhood house. Although Nathaniel and Katherine have their own penthouses but they live here. I moved out when I was 20 but sometimes I stay here also. We go inside and Madre come out of the kitchen wearing an apron. Looks like someone is having lunch here. I go towards her and kiss her cheeks and she does the same. I go to find my brother who was standing here few second ago. I go into the kitchen and see Nate hogging the food. I roll my eyes at his behavior and tell him that we have to meet dad.
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