At the Heir's Request

Chapter 30

Anderson Grant

"How have you been?" Pops asked me.

We were sitting on the rocks out by palisades, and the sun was setting.

"I've been good." I tell him. It's a lie. I'm not good and I want to tell him that but I can't. Mi nuh trust him.

"And your head?" He inquired. I don't know why we are doing small talk but it's starting to irritate me. I want him to get to the point of why we are here.

I must admit it took me a long while to respond to his email and an even longer time to agree for us meet up. I chose the location of our meeting as I thought it was safe, neutral territory.

I was too fidgety at my apartment seeing how I'm still shaken up by the events that took place there. His house was a no no for me as I didn't want to run the risk of bumping into my mom.

Here is okay.

"My head is healing nicely," I said in response to his previous question.

"I went for a check up the other day and they informed me that the stitches had dissolved and the wound looked good." I informed him
and he nodded a bit.

I don't know why I'm telling him all that information.

The conversation feels unnatural and forced, something I have never experienced with Pops before

Thinking quickly I decided to ask him about his situation as well. That's kinda how small talk works.

"And you?"

He chuckled lightly. Did I say something wrong?

"You know growing up, when my grandma used to visit she typically spoke in proverbs. I remember one standing out to me "cow never know the use of him tail until him lose it", but you see, I knew the use of mine, I just never know I would lose it.

I'm the tail, I'm assuming.

"How much can I offer you to come back?" He asks, his voice light, almost in a joking way but I didn't want to assume that he is joking.

"Is that all you see me as dad? An asset to your business?" I asked. I wasn't hurt because I knew what I was groomed to do.

I just want him to be my dad right now though.

"You're my son." He gritted out. I detect a bit of hurt in his statement.

"It didn't feel like I was your son when we spoke last. You hit me." I tell him, getting to one of the core reasons why I was hurt.

"I regretted it the second after it happened." He said pleadingly.

"Anderson you know how I feel about you. Yes, we have not been seeing eye to eye over the past year but I think our bond should be stronger than this." He continued.

It should be, but there's Shan. The catalyst for my emancipation from the shackles of my family.

"You allowed mommy to bully Shanique even though I made it clear that she was the one I wanted to be with. You did not once tell her to just let up off a her grown ass son's personal affairs." I vented.