Enrique's pov
When I open the door to my home office, which is right behind me and bothered to stop his eyes do and all around the room taking in the antique and the interior of the portraits that lay on the wall.
' why don't you have a picture of me up here ?' He suddenly questions a smile dancing on his lips as he looks at me. I would be lying if I said this man didn't get on every one of my nerves. he made me extra impatient. he made me want to pound into something really hard.
' because this is my office…' I answer through gritted teeth.
' I understand that but I can see that is a picture of your mother on the wall. am I not also your parent?' the question stars so much confusion and irritation inside me. it makes me want to scream at this man so much but still, I wanted to kill him. the god I want to kill him for every form of Convenience that he cost me.
