Connor
"Are you good with binomial calculations?" Oksana asked me as she sat in the kitchen doing her homework whilst I made us an early dinner.
"What's that?" I scrunched my nose then shrugged. "I didn't take math in my A levels."
She blinked, "how are you doing team strategies when you don't know math?"
"Rugby math is very different to a level math , trust me. I'm an expert in this field," I snickered.
Before she could answer me her phone rang which she quickly answered then sickeningly sweet said, "Hi daddy… I'm fine daddy thank you… yes I'm at Connors … oh yes I'm sure he won't mind at all. I'll send you the location… okay, love you daddy."
It was strange to hear someone else say 'daddy' in the form that it literally meant a birth parent. Not a kinky fetish with your very young boyfriend who dominated you like you didn't have your own brain.
"Daddy said he's going to pick me up. Therefore prepare yourself for the Edward Coleman effect," she grinned then winked.
