Page 43 of The Rules Of Attraction
My family hardly knew how to deal with me, I couldn’t imagine a woman who would have the kind of patience required to do the same.
That aside, I just couldn’t imagine me acting the way my father did with my mother.
Being in fun,on the other hand was different. That was me. Mr. Fun, the no strings guy who lived by my rules of attraction. It was less complicated.
But on a serious note, I just thought my parents were from a time when things were different. And they’d known each other since they were in their early teens.
“You’re funny dad.”
“I’m not son. I’m actually being realistic here.” He took a sip of his drink and set the glass back on the table.
“So in your realistic world you thought the woman I was going to fall in love with was Celeste Langdon?” I gave him a pointed look.
“Alex it was honestly just a thought. I was trying to pick someone I felt you’d get on with. I’ve seen you talking to each other.”
“We were arguing.” I quickly filled in. The woman would show up at the worst times and annoy the hell out of me because she thought I was part of her sea of admirers.
“She’s my best friend’s daughter, of course I would pick the closest person I thought would be suitable for you.”
“She’s not.” I gave him a mystified stare.
“Fine. I wish you luck in finding the woman you want.”
Luck was exactly what I would need to get the woman I wanted out of my head.
Or maybe I needed something more than luck because Summer Daniels had definitely done a number on me.
If I truly never saw her again, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to forget that night we spent together. Everything about it burned me up. Heated me up with want that lingered on the edge of obsession and I didn’t obsess over anything.
I usually just took what I wanted no matter what that was. Usually it was a thing because women gravitated to me and I’d never had to try.
“I’m going with your mother next year, Alex.” Dad took another sip of his drink and looked over at me.
“Yeah? That’ll be good for you. You won’t have to miss her so much then and when you get back you would have maybe retired by then.”
He chuckled and placed the cork back on the bottle which I was glad to see.
“No, I’m retiring before we go, and so is she. We don’t plan to come back.” He held my gaze.
I straightened up and stared at him long and hard. “What? You’re going to live in France?”
“Yes.”
“When did you decide this?” I couldn’t help but be surprised.
“Some time ago, I was just working out the kinks and hoped that a certain person would have been ready to join the senior partnership by now.”
Me.
“Dad, that’s your fault.” I had to point out. “You’re too hard on me and you don’t give me credit for what I do.”
“I need you to be more serious. People know you’re good but they don’t like your attitude.”
“Who cares about my attitude when I know my stuff?”
“Alex the way you work it’s like destroying a building and killing everyone in it just to get rid of an ant’s nest.”
“That’s harsh.”
