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"My Lord?" his father’s butler proet dressed first"

"As you wish"

Oh, he didn’t wish Not fucking at all

A good half hour later, Peyton meandered down to the first floor, and he took his sweet frickin’ ti it over to the closed doors of his father’s study At any moment, he expected the butler to jump out fro you"

Bingo

Peyton looked over his shoulder at the hallas only an old-school servant of a Founding Faht pumped up to LeBron standards thanks to that holier-than-thou attitude

"Yeah," Peyton drawled, "you mentioned that before That’s why I caen’s disapproval was any thicker, it would qualify as a coat of asphalt

"I shall let him know you’ve arrived," the butler murmured as he stepped forward and knocked "My Lord?"

"Send hi open the carved panels, revealing a grand expanse of s, leather-bound books, and brass chandeliers Long and tall, the room had an upper story of shelves accessible by a curved set of brass steps and serviced by a ith an ornate rail that went all the way around the second level

As Peyton looked up at that gold-leafed balustrade, he was re’s crown had been imported from somewhere and installed in the family’s house

Because he and his bloodline were just that special

"Peyton Sit down"

He shifted his eyes to his father The -sized bed, his back straight, his hands linked on the blood-red blotter Peythone was dressed in a dark suit and had a tie knotted precisely at his throat, the button-down and the pocket square white A discreet Cartier watch peeked out froold with Burmese rubies

When his father indicated the vacant chair across from the desk, Peyton realized he hadn’t moved

"How are you, Father," he said as he walked forward

"I am well How kind of you to ask"

"What is this all about?"

"Sit"

"Actually, I’ht here" As he stood to the side of that chair, he crossed his arms over his chest "What can I do for you?"

"You may sit down" His father nodded at the silk-covered seat "And then we can talk"

Peyton looked around and got absolutely no support fro in front of the books, the softly crackling fireplace, the seating arrange his molars, he moved around and slowly lowered hiht as well face the music, whatever it was--

"Must you wear those clothes in the house"

Peyton glanced down at himself The leather jacket, heavy combat pants and steel-toed boots were standard issue in the training program

If you could only see all the weapons underneath, he thought

"What do you want from me, Father"