Chapter 45

Davien's P. O. V

I wanted us to stay that way, in each other's arms for the entire morning, ignoring the outside world and drown in our scents and bodies. But fate was a bitch and nipped at my ass.

'Davien, it's your father.' Oliver informed me, solidifying my intrusive thought of finally cutting off my mindlink with him.

'I don't give a flying fuck. I'm busy.'I replied, but the bastard refused to make like the wind and be gone.

'Trust me, we all know how busy you've been the entire night, but your father this time has summoned you and Kian into his office.'

'Why?' To give me an earful was understandable, but speaking with Kian didn't sound anything like my father. Still, just because I was curious didn't mean I'd allow it.