I opened the door to reveal my dad, he looked up from the papers on his desk, peering over his glasses at me.
"Damien? What are you doing here?" He asked. "Come on in."
I walked further into his study and sat on the chair that was close to his massive mahogany desk.
"W.... we need to talk." I stated, he frowned before leaning back to rest on his chair.
"Is anything the problem?" He asked. I nodded trying to formulate how I was going to put into words what I needed to tell him.
"You know Anna and I are back together." I started to which he nodded.
"Yes, evidenced with your trips to Stanford."
"And we are really serious about our relationship." I continued knowing I was wasting time.
"Yes... go on. Out with it Damien." He prompted, I sighed knowing he had caught onto my tactic, s
