Anger and Arousal

Fernando's POV

"Fernando!" I heard the unmistakably-familiar voice of a certain brunette as I paced my study with a glass of gin resting in my hand.

I stopped for a minute, wondering if I had imagined her calling me since she was all I thought of nowadays.

When I didn't hear anything, I immediately concluded that I had imagined it.

"Fernando, you lying bastard!" Her ear-piercing screech came again as I made to sit on my swivel chair.

A sardonic smile creased the corners of my lips when I heard angry footsteps stumping toward the direction of my study.

Santos was quite fast, considering how I had just told him of my intention to get joint custody of Ethan earlier that day.

"I'm in here," I muttered, placing the glass of gin on the desk.

Almost instantly, Helen barged in, anger etched into her features.

"You bastard," She seethed, jabbing me in the chest. "I should have never trusted you. You lying buffoon, you told me that you'd never take him away from me."

"I see you got the notice