All Chapters of THE SWITCH: 100 DAYS OF ME AND YOU : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Grayham’s POV“Okay….” I sat and then spread out my printouts on the table. Any moment from now, Miles is going to walk in and I can’t wait to show him what I’ve been working on.We agreed to meet tonight at our usual spot, the private lounge. He’s going to give me a weekly report on the state of the company while I give him a heads up and how to carry on in the coming week.There’s not much to say about the café so I don’t think he’ll expect a report. However, I wish someone who knew who I was might want to know that I was making progress with baking.The glass door automatically opened and Miles walked in dressed in one of my fancy leather jackets. I don’t know why the thought of tearing him into pieces since he was rocking my clothes didn’t cross my mind today.Maybe because he was looking quite dashing. He got a new haircut and- I immediately turned away. I better not be staring.Miles sat next to me on the sofa and I felt it heat up almost immediately.“What are these designs?”

Grayham’s POVI’m getting used to the morning walks I take around the neighborhood lately. It’s half past 6 am and I have been walking for about thirty minutes.Realizing that I had an extra thirty minutes to myself before I head back to the café and get set for the day, I decided to walk into the cemetery since I was walking towards its entrance.Months ago, it’ll take a legion of warriors to get me inside a place like this but here I was, gliding into the cemetery on my own in this early hour of the day.I traced my way inside and took a turn to the right then I walked straight to the latest tomb. I was standing in front of Alex’s tomb. I took off my hoodie after heaving a sigh.The flowers were withered and if I had planned on showing up, I would have plucked some roses from Mrs. Hadley’s garden and brought them here.I stationed my hands behind me and looked at the tomb in front of me. Alex’s full name and initials were slapped on the tomb and the phrase ‘Loving father’ ran beneat

Mile’s POVThe Bentley pulled up in front of the café and I wasn’t surprised by the number of people lurking around. While a few men were standing in front of the café together with Grayham, other locals were peeping from their windows.I heaved several deep breaths and finally stepped out of the car. I wasn’t surprised because this was how things went on here. Anytime, a posh vehicle pulls up around the neighborhood, we all come out to see who wheels it.I started walking toward the door with my head held high. This is something Grayham would do. When he first showed up here, he didn’t care about the sneers or glares, he just went straight to business and even though I need to be myself, I might as well keep a straight face because the people here had no idea of what was buzzing lately.I finally got to the door and it appeared that Grayham was waiting for me. He cleared his throat loudly and turned to the others. “Mr. Wilson and I will go around the house and mark the places to be r

Mile’s POVI stared at my phone screen intensely and then lowered the device to my chest after heaving a sigh.Should I make the call or not? I couldn’t help but wonder.It’s a slow day here at the office. Fridays are always like that and the Wilson industries have a policy that Fridays are considered half days so we close work much earlier.Today’s date was etched on my mind because it’s a memorable day. Every September 28th, locals in my neighborhood commemorate the fest.Our community fest is far from the flashy event people are used to. Over there, we set out a day, look our best, and meet on the open fields. While others set up food canteens, others sell cheap clothes, shoes, jewelry, and some other stuff.It’s like a local trade fair and on days like this, my father and I never open the café for business because everyone spends the day at the fair.I had a deep conviction that Grayham was probably bored to death. If Max hadn’t gone back to school, he would have dragged him to th

Grayham’s POVI couldn’t stop staring at the message that had just flashed on my phone screen. It wasn’t even a long message. It was just a phrase that left me hooked and caused me to smile like an idiot.I have just finished cleaning the café, arranged all snacks in the show glass, tied my apron, and was ready for the day.Miles had just texted me. ‘Thanks for yesterday’ the message read. I smiled again and finally dropped the phone on the counter.Should I text him back? Maybe tell him he was welcome or perhaps offer to take him to the summer house or any of my properties anytime he wanted.Don’t I owe him an appreciation? He painted my balcony bars.I grabbed the phone and was about to commend Miles when the door was pushed open.Two strange faces dressed in Brioni suits walked in. Now, I know a branded suit when I see one and to be honest, no one in this neighborhood could afford such material.It was either these men who had just barged in were passerby who had stopped by the caf