CHAPTER 23

With that, we entered his office. My eyes settled on the familiar setting as he walked over to sit directly on his desk before beckoning me to have a seat on the chair in front of it. I walked over to the chair, before sitting down, allowing the cushion to form itself around my bottom.

"My son is quite careless when it comes to this sort of thing, so it becomes my job," he explains. An eyebrow of mine rises before I have a chance to stop it.

"Speaking of your son, why is it that he calls you Angelo? I also notice the tension, did something happen?" I pry, leaning back in his chair as he looks around the room with a smirk on his face.

"There goes the nosy girl I found in my office that day," he says. I gaze into his eyes, my eyes freezing on the scar he has on his face. For the first time, I noticed a tattoo on his neck that seemed trail. His sleeked-back hair was slightly messier also. Alex did take some similarities from his father such as his lips, along with the danger that just se