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“How did he die, Mr. Davis?”
Sir did not hesitate. “Suicide.”
His answer had Brie’s mother wringing her hands and saying repeatedly, “I’m so, so sorry…”
However, Brie’s father had the opposite reaction. “That alone makes you unsuitable for our only child. Your father was unstable. I do not want an emotionally weak man to have anything to do with my daughter.”
Brie could not remain quiet any longer, horrified by her father’s callous response. “Dad! Thane’s father was a famous violinist who suffered a tragic death. What a terrible thing to say.”
Her mother gasped. “Not Alonzo Davis, the musician who killed himself after—?”
Sir interrupted, his voice devoid of emotion. “Yes, Alonzo was my father.”
For once, Brie’s dad remained silent. It seemed her mother couldn’t stand the suffocating hush, so she popped out of her seat. “Let me get us some tea. Everyone likes tea, right?” She disappeared into the kitchen before anyone could answer.
It broke Brie’s heart that Sir had wanted to meet her parents, but all they had done was put him down from the moment they’d opened the door. “Should we go, Thane?” she asked, feeling desperate to run.
“No,” he replied, squeezing her knee reassuringly.
The room stayed uncomfortably silent until her mother returned with the iced tea. She poured everyone a glass and sat down asking in an overly pleasant tone, “So, how did you two meet?”
Sir was kind enough to humor her. “I met Brie at the tobacco shop where she worked.”
Her father instantly picked up on that. “Worked?” He looked at Brie with concern. “Don’t you work there anymore?”
“No, Dad. Yesterday was my last day. Thane wants me working on the documentary I mentioned. The one the well-known producer has shown interest in.”
Her mom piped up, “Oh, you mean the documentary about your girlfriends learning the ropes in Hollywood?”
Brie struggled not to snicker. Learning the ropes…
Sir stated proudly, “Your daughter has real talent as a filmmaker. I asked her to quit so that she can devote her time solely to the project.”
Brie’s father’s eyes narrowed. “What? Are you supporting my daughter now? Paying her rent?”
“We’re living together,” Brie corrected.
“Are you, now?” her father said, looking straight at Sir.
“We are in a committed relationship,” Sir replied smoothly.
“What kind of child have I raised?” her mother lamented. “You barely know this man and you’re already living with him?”
Sir’s reply was quick and to the point. “What kind of daughter have you raised? You have raised an intelligent, talented woman, one who is respected and cherished by those who know her. Simply put, you have raised a beautiful person, both inside and out.”
Brie blushed under the unreserved praise of her Master.
Her parents were left speechless. Finally, her father cleared his throat. “Yes, we agree that Brie is an exceptional woman, but she is still young. I don’t like the idea of her being fettered in a relationship.”
Brie wanted to giggle. Fettered… Her father’s choice of words was perfect.
“I will say it again. I care deeply for your daughter.”
“I don’t trust you,” her father shot back. “After what happened between your parents, I don’t see how you could be anything but a philanderer or an utter control freak. Either way, neither is healthy for my daughter.”
Sir didn’t seem intimidated in the least. “Although I do admit to a need for a certain level of control, I too want what’s best for Brie. If it turns out I am not what she needs, I’ll willingly step aside.”
Brie’s father made a grunting sound as he sat back in his chair, digesting Sir’s words.
Her mother pleaded with her, “Brie, honey, why the rush? I don’t understand how you can go from just meeting each other to living together. Give it time; give yourself a little space before you commit yourself to something
Sir did not hesitate. “Suicide.”
His answer had Brie’s mother wringing her hands and saying repeatedly, “I’m so, so sorry…”
However, Brie’s father had the opposite reaction. “That alone makes you unsuitable for our only child. Your father was unstable. I do not want an emotionally weak man to have anything to do with my daughter.”
Brie could not remain quiet any longer, horrified by her father’s callous response. “Dad! Thane’s father was a famous violinist who suffered a tragic death. What a terrible thing to say.”
Her mother gasped. “Not Alonzo Davis, the musician who killed himself after—?”
Sir interrupted, his voice devoid of emotion. “Yes, Alonzo was my father.”
For once, Brie’s dad remained silent. It seemed her mother couldn’t stand the suffocating hush, so she popped out of her seat. “Let me get us some tea. Everyone likes tea, right?” She disappeared into the kitchen before anyone could answer.
It broke Brie’s heart that Sir had wanted to meet her parents, but all they had done was put him down from the moment they’d opened the door. “Should we go, Thane?” she asked, feeling desperate to run.
“No,” he replied, squeezing her knee reassuringly.
The room stayed uncomfortably silent until her mother returned with the iced tea. She poured everyone a glass and sat down asking in an overly pleasant tone, “So, how did you two meet?”
Sir was kind enough to humor her. “I met Brie at the tobacco shop where she worked.”
Her father instantly picked up on that. “Worked?” He looked at Brie with concern. “Don’t you work there anymore?”
“No, Dad. Yesterday was my last day. Thane wants me working on the documentary I mentioned. The one the well-known producer has shown interest in.”
Her mom piped up, “Oh, you mean the documentary about your girlfriends learning the ropes in Hollywood?”
Brie struggled not to snicker. Learning the ropes…
Sir stated proudly, “Your daughter has real talent as a filmmaker. I asked her to quit so that she can devote her time solely to the project.”
Brie’s father’s eyes narrowed. “What? Are you supporting my daughter now? Paying her rent?”
“We’re living together,” Brie corrected.
“Are you, now?” her father said, looking straight at Sir.
“We are in a committed relationship,” Sir replied smoothly.
“What kind of child have I raised?” her mother lamented. “You barely know this man and you’re already living with him?”
Sir’s reply was quick and to the point. “What kind of daughter have you raised? You have raised an intelligent, talented woman, one who is respected and cherished by those who know her. Simply put, you have raised a beautiful person, both inside and out.”
Brie blushed under the unreserved praise of her Master.
Her parents were left speechless. Finally, her father cleared his throat. “Yes, we agree that Brie is an exceptional woman, but she is still young. I don’t like the idea of her being fettered in a relationship.”
Brie wanted to giggle. Fettered… Her father’s choice of words was perfect.
“I will say it again. I care deeply for your daughter.”
“I don’t trust you,” her father shot back. “After what happened between your parents, I don’t see how you could be anything but a philanderer or an utter control freak. Either way, neither is healthy for my daughter.”
Sir didn’t seem intimidated in the least. “Although I do admit to a need for a certain level of control, I too want what’s best for Brie. If it turns out I am not what she needs, I’ll willingly step aside.”
Brie’s father made a grunting sound as he sat back in his chair, digesting Sir’s words.
Her mother pleaded with her, “Brie, honey, why the rush? I don’t understand how you can go from just meeting each other to living together. Give it time; give yourself a little space before you commit yourself to something
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