Chapter 1
Bash
“Gina!” I called out as she furiously grabbed her bag and started limping towards the front door. “I’ve had enough Bash, not even your good looks and money can keep me here with that monster,” she cried out as she pointed at my six-year-old daughter who is standing behind me, smiling innocently.
Sophie was at it again. Each time I brought home a girl I’m willing to settle down with, Sophie ends up scaring them off. There were times she would pretend she had an imaginary friend and when something horrible goes wrong she blames her imaginary friend, or other times she would plant lingerie’s all over the house and tell the woman that I’m dating that I had “Female Friends” over. Where did she get the lingerie? I’ll never know.
This time it’s with a lovely woman named Gina who is a kind nurse at one of the hospitals I own. I own hospitals, hotels, and resorts but I simply can’t own one woman, Sophie made sure of that. Gina finally limped out of the house and I knew she wasn’t coming back. Sophie managed to convince Gina that her dolls were possessed, so when Sophie put a doll at top of the stairs and the doll said Gina’s name, Gina fell down the stairs in fear.
I sighed as I stared at the door. I heard a giggle then a small yes coming from behind me, and as I turned around Sophie’s mischievous smile quickly faded and was replaced with fake disappointment. “Drat! I kind of liked Gi—”
“Enough Sophie, I know you did this on purpose.” I was beyond pissed but if I lash out at Sophie, I know she’ll cry and I’ll be the one to cheer her up. She is my weakness.
“I’m sorry dad, it’s just that—” but I didn’t want to hear any of her excuses.
“Sophie Baudelaire! Go to your room.” I told her sternly. She bowed her head in sadness and started marching up to her room. The maids were by my side in a second and I told them “Make sure she doesn’t leave her room. And bring her some snacks but nothing with too much sugar,” The two maids nod in understanding and said in unison “Yes sir,”
I sighed as I made my way to the messy dining room where Gina threw food at me and accused me of being a horrible father. I knew that Sophie was mad at me for not trying hard to be with her mother but it’s her mother who is the hard one. Her mother is the famous model, Isabella Sinclair.
I was young and dated her because for obvious reasons. She’s gorgeous, smart, and talented. She unexpectedly got pregnant and she didn’t want the child, she was thinking of abortion but I begged her not to. In fact, we got married after and had the most public marriage and wedding of all time. She made sure that our marriage was like a fairy tale to the public.
It did until she told me she was unhappy. Her words were “Marriage and mother life isn’t for me,” We had a divorce, she took a good amount of my money that could last her, her whole life. And she took the penthouse in Paris. But she gave me full physical and legal custody of Sophie.
The last time she ever visited Sophie was during her 5th birthday. Sophie had a lavish children’s party that made every single girl dress up as a Disney Princess. Isabella showed up and Sophie was ecstatic. But Isabella had little care for Sophie, for her attention was on the spotlight that shined brightly upon her that day rather than the birthday celebrant.
Sophie’s too young to know these things about her mother. And I tend to keep it that way rather than letting her know the truth and letting it break her heart. Sophie means everything to me. I will tell her the full truth once she’s at an age where she’ll fully understand the situation.
From time to time she would send a postcard or a gift but I knew it wasn’t her, it was her secretary. Recently, she called and promised Sophie that she’ll be at her school’s event, Mother’s day. Which I got furious about and started yelling at Isabella. Even though Isabella claims she promises she’ll be there, I know that she’ll stand Sophie up and it’ll only break her heart.
I rest my head in the palm of my hands as I leaned my elbows on the table. Apparently, there’s no woman out there that Sophie will approve of. But Sophie’s right, I should try harder. Maybe not with her mother but with finding a woman. I’ve been trying a bit too hard to find a suitable mother for her instead of looking for an equal partner.
I’m a full time father and CEO. During my little breaks I do go out and have some fun, I mean every man has their needs. I just have to make sure that every night when I bring a woman home I have to be sure that Sophie is at my parent’s home and not in the house where I’ll fuck a woman.
My cell phone rang and I quickly answered it. “Sir Sebastian, the investors called to confirm the meeting on Friday,” my secretary told me. I sighed once more and said “Tell them we’ll move it on Monday. Sophie has an event at school that day and I can’t miss it.”
“But Sir Sebastian that would be Mother’s day. Is your presence compulsory?” he questioned. It was also his job to keep me on top. Apparently, today is just one big sigh.
“Isabella promised Sophie that she’ll be there,” I told him.
“Oh my,” he gasped. He cleared his throat and added “Yes sir, I understand.” We said our goodbyes as I started making my way towards Sophie’s room. No matter what, Sophie always has to come first, I just have to find a woman who understands that.
Even if she’s only temporary.