The CEO's Playboy Son

ry'

e air. “You’re thirty fucking years old! How many times do I have to tell you – behave yourself! You’re not a fucking ki

n on the leather couch. “Yeah, I get it,

Dad sn

aid tartly. “Just like you mentioned. I don’t have

keep acting like a spoiled child,” he snarled, shaking a finge

nything,” I whined. “Coady wa

been nothing but a disappointment to

r like a hundred times okay. Bye, Dad,”

ltzed out of his office. Amazingly, I made it downstairs

perked up, as she always

eeted, tossing my

out. “Wait! Your fa

eyes. “Yeah,

antha,” s

my arms into the air.

You’re supposed to

ot a chance, babe,” I to

ng on Monday,” Samantha said. She blushed as I stared at her

at if I

. “I didn’t ask,

I said, already thinking of how best to p

s. We had a blowout that was off the chain – I spent over four thousand dollars in one night, just on c

h. It was like a dark cloud hanging over my mind the whole weekend. Usually, girls and whiskey were enough to make me feel great. But s

lways prided himself on wearing immaculate clothing to the office, and I w

’t respect him. But I never felt like he gave me the chance to prove myself. I’d grown up in his immense shadow and my fa

Arnold Cooper. He’d completely revolutionized the Agency

mean that I’d ev

on top of my head and a jaunty grin. He had a new girl working for him – this petite litt

desk. “I’m here to meet with my daddy

hing in my teeth? What was the matter? Normally when I sm

what I’d

is,” the girl said after a minu

ver,” I snapped, turning on my heels

gue of luxury office furniture. He didn’t raise his eyes until I was standing

said. “What

the desk. He leaned back in his chai

a calm, steady, and even tone. “I was very angry whe

e of you,” I said, shaking my head. “Wh

t card, not ever, as a matter of fact. You are here because yo