MasukAnyta's POV
âYouâre pregnant, Mrs. Ashbourne.â I stared at the doctor, convinced Iâd not heard right. âWhat?â He adjusted his glasses. This man was way too calm for what he had just dropped on me. âYouâre pregnant.â âNo!â I blurted and sat upright on the hospital bed. âThatâs⊠no. You could be wrong, right? There could be a mistake?â âThereâs always a chance,â he replied evenly. âThatâs why weâll need the official test report. But based on what weâve run so far, yes, you are expecting.â I pressed my palms against the armrest of the chair. I was pregnant with Everettâs baby. The same Everett who wanted me gone, who couldnât even stand to look at my face. A divorce and a surprise pregnancy, all within twenty four hours of each other? My head felt as though it would implode. The tears began to well up again. âI donât⊠I donât want this. I mean... I canât want this.â The doctor gave me a sympathetic look. âYouâll need to collect your report at the reception desk, Mrs Ashbourne." I forced myself to my feet. âFine.â My voice was croaky, so I cleared my throat and tried again. âOkay, fine. Yeah.â I made my shaky way out of the ward and into the foyer of the hospital, walking over to the front desk. When the nurse handed me the folder, I flipped it open with shaking hands. Positive. My chest collapsed inward. There it was in black and white. This was no error, I was truly pregnant. I slumped against the wall, whispering to myself, âEverett doesnât even like meâŠ" I pressed the folder to my chest. Abortion wasnât an option, not for me, at least. Still, I was just eighteen. I was barely an adult. How was I supposed to raise a baby when I couldnât even save my own marriage? Only one person could give me answers, and he was in this same hospital. I headed straight to the front desk and asked. âSiena Rushmore is in which room?â The nurse silently pointed me down the hall and I gave her a simple nod. Then I followed her directions, clutching the report to my chest. When I reached Sienaâs door, two bulky men in black suits were standing at the entrance. âI need to see Everett.â I told them. "I know he's in there." âNo entry." one of them replied. "Miss Siena is...." âI donât care about Siena!â I snapped. âI just need to talk to him. Two minutes, please.â They didnât budge. âIâm his wife!â I roared so loudly that some nurses gave me the stink eye as they walked past. âI have something important to tell him. I wonât disturb her. Just tell him Iâm here.â One of them finally nodded and disappeared inside. I wrung my hands, frantically pacing in front of the door. âPlease come out. Just this once, listen to meâŠâ Minutes dragged on like hours. But finally the door opened, and the same bodyguard stepped out. âMr. Ashbourne said he wonât come out. He doesnât want to see you.â âWhat?â He looked away, as if he couldnât even meet my eyes. âIt might upset Miss Siena, and he said he doesnât want to talk to you either.â I shook my head. âSo he wonât⊠he wonât even hear me out?â The guard stayed silent. That was enough of an answer. I stumbled back a step, holding the folder even tighter. Everett was inside with Siena, while I stood outside with a baby he didnât even know about. And he maybe never would. By the time I stumbled back to the foyer, my head was pounding. I shouldâve just gone home. But if I left now, Iâd never get another chance to tell Everett about the baby. Tomorrow I was supposed to leave the country. After that heâd never know. So I sat in the hospital lobby, clutching my report and staring at the automatic doors. Rain streaked the glass. Every time the doors opened, a gust of cold air entered, making me shiver. I hugged myself tighter, fighting the urge to cry again. Then finally Everett stepped out of the elevator with his bodyguards surrounding him. I scrambled to my feet immediately. âEverett!â I yelled as I hurried toward him. He didn't even glance my way. âKeep her back!â he ordered his guards. The guards moved in front of me, blocking my path. But I pushed forward anyway. âPlease, just listen....â âDonât talk!â he snapped at me. âItâs important!â But Everett was past caring. He walked past me and stepped into the rain. I watched in desolation as one of the guards opened an umbrella above his head, and he hurried towards his car. I broke into a run, stepping outside in the rain and tripping over my own shoes as I chased him. âEverett, wait!â The pavement outside was wet and the second I stepped on it, I slipped and fell. My knees slammed into the mud, cold water soaking my tights. My palms stung as I scrambled up and rain had plastered my hair to my face. âEverett!â I wailed, but he was already in the back seat of his car. âDrive.â That was all I heard before the black Audi roared to life, taillights blurring in the downpour until they were gone. I stayed there, soaked and shaking until someone from the hospital rushed over to help me up. I waved them away and staggered home alone. ******* When I collapsed into my room, It was already night and I was too drained to cry. Tomorrow I was supposed to leave, but every part of me told me that I couldnât. I sank onto the bed, staring at the half-packed suitcases lined up by the wall. My hand drifted to my stomach. How was I supposed to raise a baby in a foreign country, broke and alone? I dragged my phone closer and scrolled through my contacts. Nothing. Not one name I could reach out to. F******k? I*******m? I scrolled again and again but who would help me? Every person in my circle was either tied to Everett or Siena, or a celebrity who only knew me as Everettâs arranged wife. Grandma Jo was the only one who could help me, and yet even her thought I'd pushed my sister down the stairs. I dropped the phone onto the mattress and pressed my hands to my face. Iâd always prided myself on being strong, on not begging anyone. But this time, I didnât know how much longer I could hold on. Soon, I felt dizzy. I set the alarm on my phone and curled up on the bed, telling myself Iâd just close my eyes for a little while. The next thing I knew, someone was pounding on the door. I jerked upright in fright. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. It was morning already? The knocking came again and I dragged myself to the door, yanking it open... only to freeze. Everett stood there with a raincoat thrown over his broad shoulders. And the manic look in his green eyes horrified me as he growled in my face. âGET OUT NOW!"CLAY'S POVPicking up my phone again, I scrolled through my contacts until I found a name I hadn't thought about in a week.Jodie.She answered on the first ring, her voice a sharp contrast to the silence of my office.âWell, look who finally remembered I exist,â she chirped, her smile stretching into her voice. âI was actually just about to call you, Clay. You owe me a date, or did you forget?âI leaned back, my eyes hardening as I stared at the the shattered mess of the phone on the floor. An assistant would've cleaned it and saved me the displeasure of cleaning up the evidence of my loss of control.But I knew I couldn't do assistants if I wanted to keep my real image hidden. You can never trust anybody, and âuncovering Owen Graysonâ was always a trending topic in the country.âI didn't forget, sweetheart. I was just waiting for the right moment. It seems our minds work alike.âJodie giggled, a high, light sound that lacked Anytaâs smoky depth but still filled the void in the room.
CLAY'S POVâ...the board of directors are adamant about their demands and I'm not sure there is much we can do to change their minds.ââWhy is Landon holding onto a failing company?â I asked incredulously as I leaned back in my leather chair, the cool air conditioning hum of the penthouse washing across my face.âSentiments?â Philip answered. âIt could be that he has strong feelings towards it because it has been in the family for generations..much like the Ashbourne's.âI grunted, twirling a pen between my fingers as I grabbed my phone.âLet me just set up a meeting withâŠâ I paused, squinting at my screen.Then I saw it.The post notification box felt like a silent grenade that was dropped into my lap.Frowning, I tapped it with a steady finger and my world narrowed down to not one, but threw high-definition images of Anytaâs lips pressed against Jamieâs, and a blurry one taken from a different angle.Before Anyta, I had never understood or experienced what I felt like for one's hea
ANYTA'S POVâUh, yeah, he's literally built like one.âI snorted, despite myself. âAnd I assume you don't think the âhulkâ build is impressive.ââI mean, if you're into that sort of thingâŠâ Laura answered, chuckling. âWait, why are we talking about this instead of the amazing thing that just happened?âI sighed, rolling my eyes. âBecause I'm trying to bore you so you can leave me alone. I want to go have my morning coffee.ââThen go have your morning coffee.ââEh, this isn't exactly the type of conversation I want to start my day with, besides Alice is already downstairs.âLaura snorted and despite the headache brewing in my temple, I let out a small laugh.âWell people are loving you and Jamie, maybe you two can start a couple's channel?âI rubbed my eyes, feeling a wave of nausea that wasn't just from the alcohol.âBecause of photos? No. Besides, we're not even a couple yet.ââYet,â Laura echoed. âOuu, I like that. Shows you're actually considering it!â She squealed and I was sure s
ANYTA'S POVâGet it together, Anyta,â I sighed as I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror, a half-used makeup wipe hanging limp in my hand.My skin was still flushed from the clubâs heat, and my eyes looked heavy, and not just from exhaustion.The kiss with Jamie darted into my mind.It had been a âtesting the watersâ kind of kiss to me, even though I already knew where my heart stood.With an inward groan of frustration, I opened my gallery and scrolled once. There it was. The shot Laura had captured was, honestly a masterpiece.The lighting was moody and cinematic, catching the sharp line of Jamieâs jaw and the way his hands rested a bit low on my waist.âHmm,â I tilted my head to the side. âWell we do look good together,â I murmured.And truthfully, we did.Post it, a toxic little voice whispered in my head. See if he reacts, he probably will but you won't know unless you post it.âNo.â I countered out loud. âIâm not that kind of person,â I muttered to the empty room, dropp
ANYTA'S POVâKiss me.âJamie didn't wait for a repeat. He promptly leaned in, his movement deliberate and slow enough for me to pull away if I wanted to, but I didn't.When his lips met mine, the world around us, the shouting, the pulsing lights, the heat seemed to muffle for a heartbeat.A felt a light buzz of excitement, but it quickly began a speedy free fall.My mind went into overdrive, moving between the voice screaming at me to concentrate on the feel of Jamie's lips on mine, and not being able to concentrate because of the voice telling me to concentrate.Eventually he ended the kiss with a light peck on my upper lip.It was a good kiss. It was technically perfect.But as I stood there, my response delayed by a split second of internal calculation, I felt⊠nothing. It was like looking at a masterpiece through a thick sheet of shattered glass. I could see the beauty, but I couldn't feel the brushstrokes.Jamie pulled back barely an inch, his expression a mix of hope, and then i
ANYTA'S POV The bass in the club was alive. Like a physical entity, thumping against my ribs and vibrating through the soles of my feet until I felt like I was constantly being pumped full of adrenaline and buzz.The club itself was a sea of gyrating bodies, expensive perfume, and the sharp, antiseptic bite of expensive vodka.We'd had dinner at some local restaurant that Laura saw online and wanted to try it. The food turned out really good, and I'd made a mental note to come backâIf this drink were any stronger, Iâd be able to see the future,â Laura shouted over the roar of the booming speakers as she slid a tray of shimmering green shots across the high-top table.âAnd in the future, Anyta, you will humour me by at least dancing on a table while I record it for, I'd go viral.âI scoffed, âwhy don't you dance while I record?âShe gave me a âreally?â look as she eyed me up and down suggestively, âhoney, have you seen your body? I'd literally be booed off the tables if I tried.âI r







