Grayson finished drinking a cup of hot chocolate. He loved drinking that at night before sleeping. As he ascended the stairs, he decided to give Yara the space she needed and spend some time in the private lounge.He sat down and turned on the television with the remote. There was nothing intriguing so he kept changing the channel, leaving it only when he realized that his favorite show was coming up next when the current one is over.He loved watching reality shows. And that was what he was going to invest his time in tonight so as to get the numerous thoughts out of his mind.He felt down the dumps. It was something he never imagined- That a friend of his would be audacious enough to touch his woman, right there in his house.Earlier in the afternoon after his argument with Yara, Michael had called him to let him know that he was near his house with two other of their friends.Grayson was going to ask Michael to find someone else they'd get to cause he wasn't going to entertain peop

Chapter 43Grayson eventually stood up from the bed. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He didn't understand what sort of dream he had and what it meant?But he waw quite aware of the fact that Tiffany was a hideous bitch. As he left the purple colored room, his mind drifted to Yara. He had vented his anger for her, when she was not the cause of his damn problem. He felt ashamed for having acted like that. But he wasn't himself when he had woken up.The dream had been so real. He thought he was actually dying till Yara woke him up. Shutting close her room door, he went to his room to shower and chill the fuck down.There on his bed was an earring. He frowned as the diamond stud which he thought might have belonged to Yara. He didn't want to see her yet. Not after how rude he had acted.Grayson'l carefully placed the diamond stud on his side table and removed his pant, before grabbing a towel and walking into his bathroom. The very first thing he did was to turn on the shower

Chapter 45"What does he do when not gardening?" Yara asked, pouring out the awesome blend of banana and avocado into a cup. She loved drinking it anytime she was tired.Not that she had done something really tiring or stressful, but for the past two hours she had been feeling really miserable.She tried to control her emotions which she knew was because of her pregnancy hormones as she asked Hilda to tell her more about Grayson. She still found it shocking that Grayson was the one who usually takes care of the garden. He didn't look like someone who'd do such when he has the money and could employ tens of people to do that. She didn't mention this to him yesterday because she didn't want him thinking she was digging up about him or maybe, being obsessed- as his arrogant self would assume. "He orders so many books on money management and ends up reading only one or two." Hilda said proudly. Yara was a bit surprised. How did Hilda know the type of books he did buy? She was the one t

Chapter 47Sitted in the kitchen, Yara sat down watching Lolita take over the cooking. She politely dismissed Hilda when the new friend of hers, decided to prepare Chicken broth. It was surprising how they clicked. Just an hour ago, Yara had been pissed off when she got the news that Lolita would be coming over to spend time with her. She couldn't imagine herself clicking with someone new. But here they were, talking and laughing loudly as though they have known each other from Adam."You really like eating that much?" Yara asked, adjusting herself on the kitchen bar stool.Having a taste of what she was cooking, Lolita nodded in satisfaction before replying, "Yeah. I love stuffing my mouth with delicious foods. But I couldn't cook them so Michael advised I could learn so I took the bold step and now my culinary skills is literally the best.""Woah, you must have a nice body then. Like... eating so much but still keeping fit. It tells on my body if I eat much and I don't really like

Chapter 49She was on the floor crawling to the door. She knew she had to get out of this room as soon as possible or she and her child would die. She tried to be optimistic. Chances that she have lost the child was higher. But she had to fucking fight.Before she could get to the door, it got flung open and Lolita dashed in with Hilda. "Jesus, Yara!!" Lolita gasped, covering her hands with her mouth as her legs froze for the next few minutes. "She's heavy. Could you help me get her into the bed?" Hilda asked with moistened eyes upon sighting her mistress. Lolita quickly got her feet into action by joining hands with Hilda and carrying her to the bed.Yara's eyes widened in alarm. Why was she taken to the bed? This was no hospital. Why wasn't anyone making an effort to get her the fuck out of here!Damnes be their apologies. She didn't want to her their concerned words or whatever they spat out while holding her hands and mumbling stuffs about her being patient for it would soon be