Vera's POV: There is no way, no possible way, Sam Thompson is jealous of me.I believe he can feel jealousy, unless he is a robot, which is something I had also considered.But, for him to be jealous for me?Well, he had never seen you with another male before that tiny voice whispered in the back of my mind.Because I was trying to keep him away from any misunderstanding - to bluntly make him realize my emotions for him, I rebuttal.Well, maybe he would've fallen for you if he saw you with another male. You know, men - their mentality is like children. When something comes easy, they lose interest. But, when they realize that some other men can whisp by and take it, they allow their hormonal and possessive attitude to take place.What are you saying, little voice in my mind? That it was my mistake for not talking with other men? That it was my fault for staying faithful to my husband?Yes! Yes! Finally, the stupid bitch got it!"Hey," I raised my head to see Earl. "Can you not write

Vera's POV : Waking up naked beside Sam was something I never expected to happen again, but here we are.Naked.Staring at each other.And I would never believe my ears, especially when Sam asked; "Let's have an infant together."An infant? What the fuck?And I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth: "An Infant? What the fuck is? Do you mean a baby?"Then again, I'm getting ahead of myself.The month started out the same, but it was colder than ever with the arrival of winter. Plus, there is also the fact that we are living in the bay.I exhaled, feeling the countless bags beneath my eyes, which caused me to exhale once more. I was practically crawling to work every day.I couldn't face ever since our not-a-date at the restaurant, where Sam approved of our ambiguous working relationship. I was far too upset, angry, and strangely happy to even express my feelings. With each interaction, my face was always twisted the other way.Then there's also a fantastic problem at home.

Vera's POV : I woke up wishing it had all been a dream.But when I looked in the bathroom mirror, I realized it wasn't.***As I stepped away, Sam peered at me with wide eyes. While the chattering continued in the background, our fingers touched. I swallowed, unable to comprehend what I had just done. I quickly rose up and attempted to leave, only to knock over the cup of coffee, which broke into pieces."I'm so sorry," I apologized."Oh, no. "It's fine," the young woman responded as she grabbed a broom."Don't," Sam said as he took my hand in his. "You could cut yourself."He must have noticed my trembling hand. There is no way he doesn't. Sam paid for the broken cup once the young woman finished cleaning it, as I stood there dazed. "Let's go," he murmured, putting his coat over his shoulders. I didn't even move. I can feel his warm hand on my shoulder as he leads me out of the cafe.When I realized what was going on, I began looking for an excuse. Should I tell him it was a mistak

Vera's POV :Waking up naked beside Sam was something I never expected to happen again, but here we are.Naked.Staring at each other.And I would never believe my ears, especially when Sam asked, "Let's have an infant together."Infant? What the fuck?And I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth: "Infant? What the fuck? "Do you mean a baby?"He nodded, "Yes.""Why are you naked?" I blurted out."I'm not," he said, suspiciously gathering the sheet upward."Why am I naked?""You're not...I think."I look down to notice that I'm still wearing my underwear. I looked to the side and saw my clothes on the ground. I didn't feel anything between my legs. Then I remembered how I had kicked off my clothing the night before."Shit," I said to myself.I turn to face Sam, who was still hiding his body in the bed's corner. "We didn't have sex?""No."After that response, I should have walked away, but I was in my underwear and the clothes were too far away. I drew the covers up to cove

Vera's POV : I was, once again, seated in the living room. This time, at the other end of the sofa. It was a really soft couch, but not too squishy to the point that it's uncomfortable.I kept staring forward, recalling the innumerable interactions I'd had with Sam over the last few years, ever since I met him at fourteen. We've been engaged since I was sixteen, married when I was eighteen, divorced when I was nineteen, and now we're in our twenties.Six years have passed.And I had never for once anticipated this situation.I had always thought there was something different about Sam. Then again, so did everyone else.He is Sam Thompson .Heir to the Thompson's family.The quiet, gorgeous transfer student from the United Kingdom. The man whose mother is international taekwondo champion Mun Mi Young and father is Charlie Thompson, one of Europe's most powerful men in the fashion world.His family name held roots in both Europe and America.He is tenacious.Dependable.Well-respected