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“On some level, yes. But then I saw his other side and realized that what he said was true.” He furrows his brows, waiting for my answer. “We are the same. We’re both the unwanted child. And I’ve often thought I need therapy for letting myself feel something for someone like him. But through loving him, I’ve somehow learned to love myself as well. And I will always owe him for that.”

His expression lightens, and an honest smile appears on it, enhancing his wrinkles.

“Thank you, Katerina. Thank you for loving him.”

I cup his hand with mine. “Thank you for taking care of him all these years.”

He smiles broadly again. Then, he scoffs. “I swear, if I ever see your father in person, I’ll kill him for daring to say something like that to a treasure like you.”

“I’m sure that Cain will do it first,” I joke, causing both of us to laugh.

“Well, well, look at this cute father–daughter bonding,” Cain jeers, prowling into the kitchen, hands in his pants pockets. “Hands off, old man,” he adds calmly.

“You’re an asshole for leaving her alone for the whole day!” Grayson scolds him, pulling back.

“Excuse me?” Cain raises a brow.

“Mark my words, young man.” Grayson shakes a finger at Cain and stands, his gaze locked on him. “If you break her heart, I will kick your ass!”

I am in shock. I don’t know how to react—whether to laugh or gasp.

Grayson walks off, still playing the part of the strict parent. Cain looks at me, raises a brow, and shrugs his face in question.

“Is there something I need to know?”

Now I know what Grayson means to Cain. It doesn’t matter that he’s older than me or that he could be my father. He’s a man, and he shouldn’t be allowed next to me. But he doesn’t mind it, and that only proves how much he trusts him.

I shake my head. “Just some typical gossip between me and your butler,” I mock.

He strolls closer to me. “Gossip, I hear.” He grabs my waist, pulls me up, places me on the kitchen table, and slips between my legs. “May I know what the gossip was about?”

I raise my brows. “Tsk!”

Slowly, he glides his hand on my nape and grabs me firmly. “Come on. Please don’t make me torture him to find out. I happen to like the man.”

I chuckle. If Grayson had crossed a line with me, he’d already be dead.

Now it’smytime to test his limits.

“First, you’ll tell me where you have been,” I say decisively, my heart pounding in my ears.

His brows rise with a mild surprise. “Bossy, aren’t we?”

I smile lightly yet seductively. “Don’t tell me that you don’t like it.”

Slowly, his other hand grips my thigh and pulls me closer to him. “I like it more when you’re naked,” he whispers in my ear.

“Oh, you won’t get away with it.” He leans in closer and plants soft kisses on my neck, causing goosebumps all over my skin. “Come on. It’s simple.”

“I visited my cousin,” he mutters, his lips still trailing along my neck.

“Is he a Manson, too?”

“He’s an original Manson.”

“Is he a savage like you?” I joke, feeling his lips forming a smirk against my skin.

“Let’s say I am Tinkerbell compared to him.”