Demyan
I let out a deep sigh as I walked out of the office of our family lawyers. The sky was drastically grim as heavy clouds blocked out any evidence of the sun. The atmosphere felt grey and dark which matched my mood perfectly.
Despite my best efforts to sort everything out with the studio and my contract, there was nothing I could do. Dad had come up with the genius idea I could use my medical condition to not let them slave me to dance every day of the week which had worked but when it came to the code of conduct I had to sign with Elizabeth, I had no choice.
It felt so demeaning. To be seen as some sort of predator when I knew I was not. Damn it I was not even remotely attracted to Elizabeth that way and it had been two weeks of us dancing together. I knew I had ruined things by getting Malia pregnant but I did not expect I would be seen as some loose canon red blooded man.
