Randall

I had received word that Mari's wedding to Jeffrey was finally off. I'm sure it was due to Jeffrey going missing after he was able to inform others of my wrong doings. I didn't want to deal with Marianna and I had Dion kept at bay for a bit, therefore I took the opportunity to get away for a weekend with Fabian. It had been a while since I met up with Fabian; he had been extremely patient with me as I was juggling all of my affairs to which I felt I owed him a weekend away with me to make up for me being too busy to meet up with him.

"That sounds amazing. Why aren't you taking your wife?" He asked. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him everything that went down between Marianna and I or did I want to keep it vague.

I decided on the latter.

"She's been there before." I casually mentioned without going into detail. I think I said a mouthful that he understood.

"Oh ok. Well, I'll be honored to go with you."

"Great, I'll make the final details and send for you next weekend."

"I knew you were stuck on me." He uttered laughing slightly over the phone.

"What if I am?" I knew I was but I didn't want to admit it. Now with Marianna aware of my significant others, I wanted to submit myself fully to what I desired.

"It's all good, I love your dominance. You take me places I've never been and you satisfy me completely in every way." Fabian had a way of speaking to me which left me wanting to take advantage of every opportunity I had to be with him.

"That's good to hear." I smiled.

"Like I've said before, I see what Jeffrey sees in you. You are very addictive and intense."

"You make it sound like a bad thing." I quipped.

Fabian chuckled, "Nah, but too much of a good thing can be bad for some."

"True. But what if it's so bad, it's good?" I heard him snicker over the phone which made me smile.

"Randall Worthington you are irresistible."

"I know."

After speaking with Fabian I was excited to make arrangements at a resort for us to have an uninterrupted weekend full of titillating fornication. Marianna still hadn't returned home with the children and we weren't on speaking terms as she wouldn't answer my calls as well. I accepted the fact that my marriage may be over which may or may not affect the merger that was agreed between our families when we were married. I would have to speak with Father about it later on, he was a bit preoccupied at the moment with his own shit.

Apparently, the new story in the headlines now was that Father had an illegitimate son, whom Father has never made any mention. Tabloids can really twist a story around to make it believable. No matter how much I wanted Father's secrets to go away quietly, some way somehow, he was always capable of landing at the top of the hot topics. As soon as I finished making the arrangements, I decided to visit Father and tell him about the situation I had going on with Marianna.

"Randall," Father sounded a little irritated as he grunted and growled incoherently as I entered the study. "How are you doing?" He barely turned around to acknowledge me.

"Fine, and yourself?" I retorted. I sat down in the lounge chair across from him.

"Not good son. The deal fell through with the Abrams."

"Excuse me? Deal?"

"The marriage between your sister and Jeffrey Abrams."

"Oh, yeah. I heard." Father sounded disappointed he was not going to accomplish what he had planned with the Abrams. Hearing his disgruntlement I wavered on informing him of my issues.

He looked quizzically at me, "How did you...you know what, never mind." He stopped short waving me off. I didn't have the nerve to tell him as he was already so focused on this particular matter.

"I do have questions, Father." I started. I wanted to know why there was the wind of my Father's infidelities brought to the forefront.

"Go on," He bellowed as he turned his attention towards the television blaring in the background.

"Why are you being the focus of the news so much lately?" I looked at him, not paying attention to the words out of my mouth.

"What do you mean?" I knew he would act as if he had nothing to do with anything. He has always been in denial, since I was old enough to understand his shortcomings.

"Do I really need to spell it out for you, Father? You called me for a case that is not in my area of practice, for one of your jump-offs!" I declared sternly.

"How dare you!" He shot at me.

"What Father? Am I lying?" I asked sitting up straight in the chair trying to grasp the idea that I had ended up just like him in so many ways. "You know I know everything."

"You only think you know everything." I retorted confidently, sparking my interest to call his bluff.

"So it's true then, about you having another son, an illegitimate one?"

Father hesitated and exhaled through his nostrils. It was true.

How did someone know? , is my question.

"Someone is trying to destroy me and I have no earthly reason why." He crossed his legs trying to seem less uncomfortable.

"Do you know anything about the author who is writing the story?"

"No, I had her checked out and she's clean. No one knows of her in this family, which is why I feel Mari may be providing her information."

"But how is Mari the culprit? And to whom is she passing the information?" I didn't think Mari was the guilty party at all as she would be collateral damage.

"I don't know, I just have a feeling." Father sounded as if he was getting irritated the more I spoke. He stood up and walked over to his mini bar, pouring himself a drink.

"Well, Father, you need to collect yourself otherwise there could be consequences." I stood up turning towards him hoping he would understand where I was coming from.

"What do you mean?" He stopped, taking a sip of whiskey.

"I'm just saying, the more negative attention you bring to you and this family, your reputation will take a hit professionally and financially."

"Are you threatening me?! Are you behind this?! Have you been the one feeding this information to the media?!" Father unexpectedly attacked me viciously. I instantly became offended.

"Are you fucking serious?" I yelled back.

"Watch your tone with me!"

"You watch your fucking tone, Father! I've had to deal with your shit my entire life!" I blurted out of my mouth with such force, chills ran across my body as anger filled me completely. "I have known and dealt with your indiscretions for far too long!"

"How dare you!"

"How dare I? How dare you!" I challenged him back. How dare you fuck over Mother so casually the way you do and have her suffer the embarrassment of being married to you!"

"What?!"

"How dare you disown your own daughter and barely understand the other one because you don't give a fuck about them because they're women!"

We stood toe to toe directly in front of each other, our voices rang out in the room bouncing back and forth getting louder and louder as we spoke. Father intensely stares at me trying to gain dominance but I learned from the best as I mimicked him.

"How could you come into my home and talk to me this way?!"

"How could you accuse me of giving information to the media?! I have been in your corner for as long as I can remember and this is how you treat me?" I looked at him and backed away, heading for the door.

"Randall!" Father yelled while walking after me. I ignored him as I continued heading towards the door. "Randall! I know you hear me! What is with these children? Pathetic."

I stopped at the door and immediately turned around with my hand on the doorknob.

"Pathetic? Pathetic am I? Well I must admit that I am just like my Father, because I learned everything from you."

Father was taken back because I spoke the truth. He made sure his offspring knew and learned everything a male Worthington would need to know. He didn't expect me to speak the truth, but I had no choice. Suddenly the doorbell rang as we stood at the door.

"Expecting someone," I looked at my watch, it was the booty call hour. "At this time?" I looked at Father; He shifted his weight to one side and folded his arms.

"Yes."

I opened the door and there stood a beautiful woman who I recognized instantly. It was the model and actress, Natalia De la Cruz. I was floored that she was visiting with Father. She smiled as she looked at me and then beamed as she gazed at him. I knew instantly that they had already been intimate with each other.

However, I knew what secrets followed her.  But how did she meet him though?

"Well hello, handsome." She said as she crossed the threshold into the foyer.

"Hello."

"Will you be joining us too?" She asked. I cringed at the thought.

"No," Father blurted. "This is my son and he was just leaving."

"Maybe next time." She smiled. I nodded and walked out, Father slamming the door quickly behind me.

I should have told him. However after being accused of providing information to the media. I figured I'll let him find out the hard way.

He was a grown man - time to put on his big boy pants.