#Chapter113

Arsenio Point of View

“No thank you. I don’t want to be a part of your seed planting campaign.” If I was not drunk – pretending to be drunk – I would’ve laughed out loudly at her comment.

She was with me for so many years but she still couldn’t say whether I’m drunk or faking it. 

Surely, my son stole most of her attention from me and I cannot even be jealous of my own son. This is so ridiculous.

Hottie thundered her fists on my chest in a very feeble attempt to get me off her. Gritting her teeth, she moved her leg stealthily to kick me...