Le Roi Soleil

I’m surprised myself I was able to get through with this. You have no idea how many times I turned around to leave and returned. Alas, I don’t want to bore you with that. I know I have no right to be asking this of you sir, but I came to apologize for leaving without a say, and to ask– no, to plead you to take me back. My marriage with Honor– It was a big mistake. I shouldn’t have done it. I should have known better. It just got the best of me, I couldn’t handle all the attention I got from it. You know how the Press in this town is, and I just couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to do something that would have put me and especially you in a bad light. I couldn’t think straight when I left. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness and I have been a complete and utter idiot to kick the opportunity you gave me. I know I disappointed you, but I am here now to beg for your forgiveness. I wish to come back and work for you. I will do anything to earn that spot again. All you have to do is say what you need from me. Please!

“ Indeed, she has, we make sure that it´s that way. Still, it´s her birthday, we should think in a present. Please don´t give him another dog I think that he still didn´t understand what you meant to teach him. Do you mind sharing what you have in mind?” 

“Honestly you will give me the credit what i all have in my mind for our granddaughter and Monsieur Parra. Please don’t call him our grandson. It’s too early, mon amour.” he heavily sighed as he took a sip from his nespresso. “Let life surprise you. You shall see what i have in mind.”

@Nicolas. [private]

Le Roi Soleil nodded as he puts his nespresso down on the large wooden desk. Seated in his large chair. If you looked at the estate you would see the hand of Adrienne st. Clair all over it. Only his office was the one that he had his influence on. 

@Nicolas St. Clair(PRIVATE)

Monsieur Reynolds, a surprise to see you in my office. wonders will never cease. It seems. I give you five minutes. I am actually generous for today.

@Nicolas[private]

“Bonjour, mon femme.” he replied as he puts his newspaper to face his wife in front of you. He was glad that they are actually making process. “She has everything what her heart deserves. I already have something for Parra in mind.”

This certainly came as no surprise, especially since their conversation the other day. Michel had expected Nicolas to ask him to prove himself, despite what Margaux thought of him. Just because she valued his work didn’t mean that it was so in Nicolas’ eyes. It wasn’t a guarantee, and Chevalier certainly understood. That’s why he was prepared when the boss himself approached him. Though he wouldn’t have thought for this to happen so soon. 

He handed over the file that was only for Michel’s eyes to see. “I expected you to do your job. Don’t make me regret it.”

“I don’t expect you to do it now, Oliver. ” he said as he grabbed two shotguns to go to the garden. “Finish your sentence properly, Oliver. ” he said as he opened the door his office and De Gaulle followed his lead. Skeet Shooting was one of his favorite hobbies that he would do when he was back into his mansion to relax and away from the hectic life that Le Roi Soleil was living. The only thing that asked for Adrienne when she designed their mansion a garden that was big enough to do his activity. That man makes it so awkward for himself as Nicolas only heavily sigh of the thought. The only one that could be blame for that made him so nervous are after all the protective grandparents.

“Touch my son and i will make sure the whole knows exactly what you are and exactly what I am to you. No matter what you do to me, i swear to god if you touch my son i can promise you everyone will know. That is something I will make sure off. It’s funny how death and your pride is the answering to everything, i thought you would of learnt from putting your pride first when Emily died - your actions killed her. They’ll kill everyone you love, not that I think you know the meaning of that”

His smirking stopped. She provoked him. The fact that she mentioned once again his child. The first thing he lets it slide, because a dumb girl like that never knew her boundaries. She did it again. He stopped while his face impression changed into a harden one. He folded his hands together to collect his thoughts. This game is done. This is over. “You ever mentioned my daughter again, i will personally rip your throat out and shove your head down my guillotine. You only seek attention. The one that you never got from your parents. I will give you that attention that you deserve. Count your days off and watch your back.” he pushed the small bottom under his desk as his bodyguards came in to drag her out. 

It had been just over twenty four hours since Nate announced his thoughts on him and Erin separating, the words still played over and over in her mind stabbing at her heart each time. She was full of anger but i wasn’t directed towards her husband, it was directed towards the man who had caused all of this. Nicolas St.Clair had already taken so much from her and she honestly didn’t think he could take anymore. 

“Well. Well. Well. Should i put an restraining order you and stop talking these delusions thoughts?” as he learned back in his chair as he command his trusted bodyguard to give them a moment alone. Waited when he left the room. He could only smirked at the girl in front her. “You owe me. You owe me so much. That makes you so insane. You should be thankful that you have the chance to life, but i am the one that will eventually can end it, Erin. You see i have the control of your life and death. The most funny thing is that you know that. It drives you to this state.” he could only love how much destroyed this girl was. She wasn’t his daughter. She was a sperm that got away. Sad little thing that will eventually be cursed. “Perhaps i should visit that little bastard of yours. Should i or should i don’t. That’s the question that i could only answer, my dear.” He loved the power that he had and the hate feeds him in every single way. 

While Oliver’s initial response was full of anxiety it was not his current atmosphere. Instead, with folded arms, and a locked jaw pulsating in a disappointed temper, Oliver was caught staring at nothing in particular as he thought about St. Clair’s words. Aurélie had lost a great deal very quickly in a short period of time, nearly their entire relationship, and he had never had a conversation with her father, Jacob Bennett.

He paced around his office while his dog De Gaulle curiously wondered what his boss was thinking about. It was the hardest thing that Nicolas have to do in his entire life. Trust people outside his family to protect someone he loved and cared about. It was a failure in his eyes that he never protected Emily as he should have been. As a father and a husband to his wife. It was that point that Nicolas should learn from the things that happened and make sure that the people that were worthy more than business stay alive. It was realization that in this period he truly saw how much involvement Parra had on Aurélie with bonding with the family. The organization. He was afraid that Aurélie would turn his back on him as Jenifer did to her mother’ side. Disgusting as he thought about it. That someone would ever turn their back on family like that. The family that gave her everything. A mother that would do everything to make her happy. Jenifer was family by blood, but never gave that loyalty he received from the man in front of him. Oliver Parra. He was more a family member than Jenifer ever could be. He stood at his side like a real soldier and would die for this family. 

Parra coughed as he reacted to his bosses near murderous last comment. If ever the man had to choose between a beating and this, he’d pick the beating. What Oliver found important to keep, he kept to himself, and this was one of those thing. But, that’s was likely the point - the granddaughter wasn’t his. This wasn’t about business, this was a family talk. “Fuck”, the Frenchman whispered in his seat. “You want to talk about our relationship? Oui?” Undeniably, the Frenchman was uncomfortable, which wasn’t the case often.

“Correct. You know why i do this, because her father doesn’t put the effort in his child as he should be. You would think after he lost the love of his life and his daughter that he would come to his senses. That he actually would act like a proper father to his only livening child. That he would wonder who his child was actually dating? Who this person actually is? I actually own this to her own mother to make her feel that she is the most special person in the world. That someone actually would make her feel worthy and that she deserves everything. I own Emily this talk. I need to know how serious you are with her, because she is serious with you, Parra. She told me. Do you wanna her the exact words. He’s mine, and I’m his. If you screw her, i will personally put your under the guillotine and never forgive myself that i gave a loyalist a chance to date her.”

@ Nicolas

“This is not why i called you to come, OliverParra. We need to discuss something else far more important than this. The conversation that you always somehow got away with it. My granddaughter.”