Alex's POVDistraction is something that rarely happens to me whenever I am at work. I am always focused on work because it is important and this is my life but today, I am a little distracted because another part of my life is at home.I am troubled about Daisy and the baby. The doctor said they are fine and we can come back next time for an ultrasound.Daisy has been really weak since she threw up this morning and I almost skipped work because of that. I am deeply don'tied about her and I wonder why she is feeling this way even after the doctor announced that she is healthy enough to carry the baby.I still can't believe that puke was normal. How can someone throw up that much and still not have any appetite to eat?Pushing the paper in front of me away and dropping my pen, I pick up my phone and dial Natasha's number.It rings and she picks on the second ring."Hi, Natasha", I say into the phone, leaning backward on the chair. This is the only thing that can make me concentrate. At
Daisy's POVFeeling much better than I felt this morning, I take a shower and also wash my hair.With a towel on my head drying out the liquid and another white towel around my bosom, I walk out of the bathroom, my flip-flop making a flip-flip sound as I walk to the dresser.Watching myself in the mirror, the memories of what happened this morning come rushing; how I threw up everything I ate last night and how I couldn't eat much, probably because I had no appetite or because it was Alex feeding me and it felt so uncomfortable.I would have gone for the latter but since he left, I haven't had any other thing except doughnuts.I love them. And there are many of them here. In the kitchen.I ate two with orange juice before going back to bed. When I woke up, I felt better, which was the reason why I decided to take a bath before Alex comes back home.I don't want him to be worried about me or the baby. By the time he is back, I will be my normal self and he will have no cause for alarm.
Alex's POVIt's been a month already and I still haven't gotten used to the idea of having a woman at home, pregnant with no huge appetite like I know of other women.I still haven't been able to get rid of the constant distractions at the office either. I always watch my phone, expecting it to ring at any time.Sometimes, I wonder if I am desperate for some bad news because I focus more on my phone than my work.The doctor said everything is going fine but I still can't help the worry I feel whenever I leave for work in the morning and when I get home at night.Daisy is a strong woman indeed. She tries to hide how she feels most times and there is nothing I can do since she doesn't want me to know where it hurts and where it doesn't.Because I didn't want her to be going back and forth in school because of the stress and the baby, I employed a driver for her. He takes her to school and back from school. Whenever she wants to visit my Mother while I am at work, he takes her there too.
Daisy's POVI wake up with a yawn and a loud growl in my stomach. My stomach feels empty, way too empty like I have nothing in there and the host inside of me is already feeding off my intestines.Quickly, I scramble out of bed to go see what they have in the kitchen, uncaring about how I look right now.Brenda and some of the girls are already suspecting that I am expecting a baby because of how they stare at me coldly and also share knowing looks between themselves. I am not bothered by any of that if they won't come to ruin what I have here with Alex's parents.When I am gone, they can do and undo whatever, I won't care then because I will be far away from them and from here.As soon as I am done with my final papers, I will have my things packed up to leave New York City and if possible America.I don't want to be reminded of any of these. I don't want to share any bond with the baby as well.I have been careful enough to take this as purely business just like Alex wants it. His a
Alex's POVAfter getting a call from home, I rush out of my office and instruct Kelvin to take me home. When he drives the car out of the company's parking lot, I place a call to the doctor as fear begins to grip me with different questions popping up in my head.Is she in pain? Is that why she is crying? Does it hurt a lot?Did something happen?Agnes picks up the call at the fifth ring. "Hello, Alex."Without beating about the bush, I go straight to the point of my call. "I just got a call from home now. The head maid said Daisy is crying."Silence ensues in contradiction to what I am expecting. I am thinking she will gasp or shout and ask us to come to the hospital immediately."Are you there?" I ask quickly."Yes. Why is she crying?""I have no idea," I shrug as if she can see me. "She hasn't been eating too like you said she would.""Is that why she is crying?""I don't know, Agnes. Do you think she is fine? Should we come to the hospital right away? Will she be ok? You said she
Daisy's POVJust like the exact dream I had when I was sleeping so soundly in Alex's suite, a night after we met at the club, I find myself falling from a high building and I jerk awake in fright.There are sweats all over me which is revealing how long I must have been having that scary dream.Why do I keep having this sort of nightmare?It feels real like it is happening already but I am not falling off any building. I am still laying on my bed, unlike the other time when I fell off the bed.That was probably because I was hungover from the previous night's drink. The eerie silence and the darkness is adding to my fear as I hurriedly sit up in bed, my breathing heavy and my hands trembling in fear.Quickly, my hands find their way to the side drawer and I grab my phone to dial the first number on my contact.Alex.He isn't a heavy sleeper so he is going to know that his phone is ringing, except if his phone is on silent mode.Just before it starts to ring, I feel a sharp pain in my
Daisy's POVShaking my waist to the loud sound of music is what I do to take away the pain and sadness I always feel.But today, shaking my waist, twirling, turning, and shouting aren't solving any of my problems. The pain isn't going away either.I am thinking drinking myself to a stupor will help but nothing is working.Right now, all I feel like doing is letting it all out. Crying it out. Then maybe I will feel better.The moment I stop dancing and turn to find my way to the bathroom, my eyes meet with a guy.This is the same guy who has had his eyes on me for over thirty minutes since I have been doing nothing but dancing to end my sorrows.I am not here for a man. I am here to drink and take my sorrows away and also find somewhere to sleep.My legs almost give me away as I find myself staggering towards the bathroom of the club, ignoring the man with the burning gaze.My eyes burn with hot tears, willing to push their way down my face, to let out the pent-up anger, anguish, and f
Alexander's POVThat voice. It was a female's voice. It was a woman bawling her eyes out in a male's restroom.But it exuded nothing but pain and agony.The sound of the shower running reminds me of the sound of her crying and I find myself wondering why she would be crying that way in a restroom.It is unhealthy. Who is she anyway? Did she get ditched by her boyfriend and the restroom was the only place to let out her hurt without anyone knowing? Did she catch her boyfriend banging another woman?That must be it! This is a club after all.Waving the thought of the crying woman away, I turn off the shower and get out of the bathroom, in a hurry to get dressed and get to work.I came to the club for a reason. First, because Chase owns the club and, secondly because he insists that I come here to find the person I was looking for.Even though I succumbed to his wish, I still came here with work. I haven't been to New York for years and I am back with a huge load of responsibilities on