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Thirty Four
Drake felt like something tangible was removed from his entire being as he heard what his friend just said. He definitely wasn’t prepared for that result.
He was so confident that he was his father’s son. Never could he have thought that he would come to view his mother as a woman who possibly cheated on his father. Such thought wouldn’t have come to him if not for his grandfather’s words the other day.
He lost his mother at a young age but he remembered a lot about her and there was no way he would have thought that she had him for another man.
“Drake?” He heard Alex call him and, with a small forced smile on his lips, he glanced at Anna who was looking surprisingly concerned, then, he locked eyes with his friend.
“I guess my grandfather was right,” Drake said as he rubbed his palms together to aid him hide his true emotions at that point.
“Drake, this doesn’t mean you have been living a
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As Anna closed the door that led to Drake’s office, she replayed the earlier moment in her head and something inside her wondered if the man was doing fine. “Ugh, I’m sure he is,” she spoke out instantly , shaking her head to get rid of that thing that was trying to act like she cared about the man. Soon, she was downstairs, her bag slung over her shoulder, her feet tapping the ground gently as she walked slowly so as not to worsen her injury. After a quick and satisfactory look around the space, Anna made for the elevator and soon, she was on the streets, waiting to flag down a taxi. Once she got one, she resumed her journey to her house, thoughts about lying in bed for the rest of the day raidingher mind and delighting her. And, she really needed the rest. For some reasons, her sleep always got interrupted by some unknown force ever since she came back from the hospital. The lack of adequate sleep sucked, but what sucked more w
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Anna was so concentrated on what she was typing, she did not sense Drake’s entry. Even as he stood right above her and stared at her, she didn’t suspect his existence.“Hi,” was all he said and she jolted out of the trance she was thanks to the document she was furiously working on.“Oh.” Anna sat up, correcting her slouched figure. “Good morning, Mr. Blunt.””Hmm,” he hummed and she wondered what his deal was.“Is there something I can help you with?” She was hoping he wouldn’t mention how he showed up at her door. It must be really embarrassing for him.Drake pocketed his hands into his brown shorts and…Anna frowned for a second as she realized that the man wore shorts to office. He is the boss, of course, he can wear a bikini if he wants to but Drake never struck her as the type of CEO to dress to office like he had fishing plans at dawn.&ldq
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