FOUR MONTHS LATER
Mexico City
The Clark's residence
Dominic Clark was mad. Actually, he was pissed. And if the way the engine of the parking car in the garage could be any indication of his state of mind, he was ready to jump someone and kill.
If there was anything Dominic hated more than even going a week without sex, was someone trying to control him and tell him what to do.
Once he returned from the skiing trip not only with a boyfriend (which he never had before) but with a daughter, hell had broken in the Clark's mansion.
Not only Alex was critized for his wanton in ways and manners and social position and deemed improper as partner to the heir of a big oil magnate, but even baby Eira was frowned upon due to who her mother was and for being born out of wedlock. Still, she was at least tolerated, No Clark's blood could be allowed to grow up away from the family and with peasants.
His parents had let him do as he pleased all those years apparently to later demand of him marrying the son of a transatlantic associate of his father's, so both "empires" cold merge and become even more powerful and opulent.
Dom had refused, hence why we was now living in Mexico city, with his boyfriend and his four month old daughter, running away from the pressure of his parents.
Yet he had been a fool to think another country and another laungage would be enough to keep away his parents. No, he had found a black limousine that called everyone's attention outside his university and inside? A messager.
His parents were in town, the wedding was on its way. He needed to comply.
He strode into the home he shared with Alex, anger fuming out of him like a demon.
Mexico City
The Clark's residence
Dominic Clark was mad. Actually, he was pissed. And if the way the engine of the parking car in the garage could be any indication of his state of mind, he was ready to jump someone and kill.
If there was anything Dominic hated more than even going a week without sex, was someone trying to control him and tell him what to do.
Once he returned from the skiing trip not only with a boyfriend (which he never had before) but with a daughter, hell had broken in the Clark's mansion.
Not only Alex was critized for his wanton in ways and manners and social position and deemed improper as partner to the heir of a big oil magnate, but even baby Eira was frowned upon due to who her mother was and for being born out of wedlock. Still, she was at least tolerated, No Clark's blood could be allowed to grow up away from the family and with peasants.
His parents had let him do as he pleased all those years apparently to later demand of him marrying the son of a transatlantic associate of his father's, so both "empires" cold merge and become even more powerful and opulent.
Dom had refused, hence why we was now living in Mexico city, with his boyfriend and his four month old daughter, running away from the pressure of his parents.
Yet he had been a fool to think another country and another laungage would be enough to keep away his parents. No, he had found a black limousine that called everyone's attention outside his university and inside? A messager.
His parents were in town, the wedding was on its way. He needed to comply.
He strode into the home he shared with Alex, anger fuming out of him like a demon.