Married To My Ex's Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

GLENDA'S POV I watched Maurice pace restlessly up and down the hospital hallway. If anxiety was a person, then it would be Maurice. He was making me dizzy just by watching him. I bowed my head and silently prayed that this turned out to be nothing serious. That nothing had happened to Nana. “You should sit. Your pacing is increasing my anxiousness.” I said lightly. My agitation was rising with his incessant walks, making me assume the worst. Maurice paused in front of me and I dared not to raise my head up to him. I could feel his hot gaze on me and I didn't want to be consumed in his emotions. I sat there, quiet, small and continuously diminishing. His presence chipped away my confidence. I breathed out a grateful sigh when the buzz of Maurice's phone ringing cut through the air. Still standing before me, Maurice dug his hand into his pocket and fished out his phone. “Sam.” His crisp tone resonated through the hall. “Sorry, I should have called earlier. I was distracted.” He sai

GLENDA'S POV “Sorry. I'll come back.” I apologized and tried to squeeze myself out through the door seeing that Maurice and Nana were not done talking.“No. It's fine. Come in.” Nana said with a smile.Skeptically, I trudged into the room. I avoided looking at Maurice whom I didn't want to feel awkward for the position I had I found him and Nana in.“I'll go talk to the doctor.” Maurice announced. He stood up and straightened his jacket. “Find out when I can be discharged. The smell of this place is killing me. I hate hospitals!’ Nana swore and cursed.Maurice just smiled and walked briskly out of the room.“Come here dear “ Nana's needled hand tapped on the bed, beckoning me to go sit near her.Nana didn't miss the sadness and fear in my eyes as I sat near her. “Not you too. I don't understand why all of you have long faces. I'm not dead yet.” Nana chuckled in an attempt to make me feel better.“You take dying so lightly. It's not something to joke about, Nana.” My voice was laden

GLENDA'S POVIt has been two weeks since I confessed my feelings to Maurice. Two weeks of nothing but passion, love and sex. Lots of sex.I stirred to look at the sleeping handsome man beside me. He looked so beautiful and peaceful asleep. I let my eyes wander over the smooth muscular outline of his naked body. The body that had dominated over mine and had me whimpering pleasurably underneath him. I traced the bulge of his bicep, hard and strong. He was everything I wanted. He is everything I love.I smiled to myself just thinking about it. Then my smile slowly faded as I recalled something. In all the times I've spent with Maurice making wild, hot, passionate love, he had never told me how he felt about me.I knew I said I didn't want anything but to be with Maurice, but it felt as though something was amiss. I didn't know how he really felt about all of this, about us.It made me wonder if I was only a convenient to pass time and take his mind away from his raging thoughts?I remem

GLENDA'S POV I was most certain I had pissed Maurice off yet again but I was least bothered about it. In my current state, I didn't give much thought to the words I blurted out. “Hey! Where are you going? This is not the route home.” I stated pointedly. “You called me old.” “I'm sorry.” Maurice ignored my apology and continued. “I want to show you what a date night with an oldie feels like.” He was concentrated on the road, a handsome smile splayed over his lips. “You're smiling. What are you up to?” I hiccupped just after speaking. “You'll see soon.” An excited mischievous glint shone in his eyes. It didn't take long before Maurice cut the ignition. He turned to me with a grin. “We are here.” He announced and got down. The gentleman also helped me out of the car. The cool night air hit me hard and I embraced myself, rubbing my hands over my arms in an attempt to warm up. Maurice’s jacket suddenly draped over me, bringing me warmth. “So you succeeded in getting me drunk. What

GLENDA'S POVI chewed on my fingernails as I paced the length of the room. I was shivering with fear. The kind of fear that aggravated a headache but I couldn't keep still. I just couldn't keep still. Brian had his daring gaze on me the whole time as I climbed the stairs. His gaze was threatening and I feared what he'd tell his father.Why did he have to return? Why now when I was finally finding my footing with Maurice? Why did he have to come back just when I was experiencing a glimpse of happiness? Maurice knows nothing about my past with his son and I fear how he would react. “Glenda!” Maurice's authoritative voice echoed behind me.Too consumed in my thoughts, I hadn't realized when he entered the room. I spun swiftly on my heels to come face to face with a glare on Maurice's face.He knows! Oh my God! Brian told him and he's mad. He'd probably kick me out of the house. He'd want nothing to do with me. He'd hate me. My heart shattered into a million pieces at the thought of l