I was reminded why I visited my grandmother every week, her love for me was just so refreshing and always renewed my strength. “Now, can Mr. Sexy CEO stop standing at that door like a statue and get his butt in here?” My granny asked in a light yet firm tone, causing Bradley and me to laugh as he approached the bed.“Nice to meet you, ma'am.” He held her hand and planted a soft kiss on it. “Oh, mine. I think you should take me to dinner first,” My granny winked at Bradley, and my face reddened from embarrassment. “Granny!” I playfully scolded her, and she shrugged while chuckling. “I’m Bradley Specter, and I am honored to finally meet Lisa’s famous grandmother.” He let go of her hand gently while he introduced himself. “Such a gentleman.” My granny gave me a look and I could not contain my laughter. I knew that look very well, she was trying to hint that I had her approval to date Bradley if I wanted to. Which was not going to happen anytime soon, if ever.“You can call me May.”

I downed the last of my drink and placed the wine glass on the coffee table. I was tempted to get more wine but I pushed against the urge. The amount of alcohol in my system right now was tolerable, adding more would not do either me or my father good. “Look, Mr. Morgan…” I began, and he frowned. “Dad. Call me dad, Lisa.” He corrected me, and I rolled my eyes. I was not going to do that until I was ready again. The only reason I even called him dad when I saw him at the door was that I was shocked and taken by surprise.“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” I chuckled dryly. “At least for now.” “Sure…” He replied in a breathy way and kept his eyes on me. “Okay, you know what? This week has been a rollercoaster of emotions for me, especially sad ones. And I am honestly weary and drained. I have so much anger in me and I am just tired of being angry and hurt.” I explained to him in a very firm and calm tone. “As much as I would love to show you how much I hate you for what you did to

A few hours later, I was able to do all the work that I needed to do for the day. Bradley made sure that I got three cans of the blood drink and I made sure to down two. I was packed and felt good. Not just because I fed, but also because I had had a productive day.Evening hours were rushing and the yellow and golden brilliance from the setting sun shone in my corner office. The floor-to-ceiling windows made it even more surreal. It was like I was in a movie. It was beautiful.The city’s skyline looked breathtaking and the view plus the stunning sunset seemed to reward me for all the office work that I did today. I smiled happily and took out my phone from my handbag. I dialed a familiar number and in three rings, the person answered. “Lisa! Baby, is everything alright? You just visited me yesterday, I did not expect a call from you until tomorrow.” She chuckled, and I could not help but smile warmly as if she could see me. It was my granny. Her voice was like a cool summer breeze.

It was the next morning and I was still in bed. Even though I went to bed early, I still felt tired. The rays of the sun were beaming through my curtains, creating shadows on the wall. The birds were chirping and the light wind coming through the window felt slightly cold yet satisfying.The guestroom was some distance away from the kitchen but I could smell that breakfast was being made. As I said before, my dad was a really good cook so I was in a way excited to see what he was whipping up.I sighed as I removed the duvet from my body and got off the bed. I yawned and then headed for the bathroom that was in the room. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I chuckled. I looked like a zombie minus the blood and cuts. My hair was a mess, my eyes were weary, and the color was drained from my face. What I needed was a cold shower to wake me the hell up while bringing me back to reality.My night was filled with nightmares and discomfort. I could not find sleep until it was three

I clutched the phone and tears built in my eyes. “Bradley, I just want you to stay the hell from me. I–I can’t deal with all this. I really can’t.”“Lisa, I am lost right now. Do you want me to come over?”“No,” I breathed the word out. “What part of stay away from me don’t you get?” I raised my voice a bit. “Is this–is this because of the whole vampire thing? You have to tell me because I’m going crazy here.” I could hear the stress in his voice. And the sound of a car engine starting was evident in the background. He was probably getting ready to come over to my house. “It’s not because of that. I was warned to stay away from you. And this time, my grandmom was involved in the madness. And you know what? I have been through too much, I can’t deal with this drama.” “I’m coming over…” He said in a firm tone. It was clear that he was not giving up. If this were in any other situation, I would have been very flattered but this was different. This involved the life of my grandmom and