Kian

Zita returned to London and today was another beautiful day where I wasn’t overstimulated by her affection and Mikaelson Williams's emails. 

With a bag of berries in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other—for my parents. I smiled at the gardener who trimmed the lawn at my mansion. 

I had a board meeting scheduled for the next thirty minutes but my parents had called, telling me to stop over at their house. 

Since dad was short-tempered, I got him chocolates to soothe his anger. I kind of figured out that the reason he asked to see me was because of the slight drop in the company’s...