Semua Bab Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law: Bab 51 - Bab 60

*Anna*The driver knocks on our door–loudly–and Grant and I pull away from one another, eyes wide, panting. His hair is mussed, and his suit is wrinkled. I’m sure I look a mess as well. We both begin to laugh, and I have to cover my mouth to keep from sounding as ridiculous as we probably look.We made out all the way home and didn’t even realize the car had stopped.Grant opens the door and offers me his hand. He tries to sound dignified as he thanks the driver, but we are both still giggling as we run, hand-in-hand, to the house. We don’t even stop to take our shoes off. Instead, we shoot right into our bedroom where Grant locks the door, and then he’s kissing me again.Nervous jitters shoot up my spine. I’ve never done this before. I think he probably has, but I don’t know for sure. I don’t know if it makes me feel more confident if he knows what he’s doing, or if the jealous rage that threatens to consume me when I think of anyone else touching my husband is worse than neither of

*Anna*The world seems different as I walk out of the bedroom door. Grant is still getting dressed. I decided to hurry and dart out as fast as I could before he changes his mind about coming with me. That was a close one. I guess it’s time I started volunteering at a soup kitchen in case he actually does try to come with me one of these days.I’m not really paying attention when I walk down the hallway toward the front door. I’ve let my driver know that I’ll be coming in to do a bit of work today, and I’m thinking about making sure I’m not late to meet him when I realize Hattie is standing directly in front of me.I come to a stop and look up at her. “There you are,” she says, that evil smile taking over her face. “I need you to get my laundry caught up today. The other maids have been slacking, and since you’ll be here all day today, you can do it.”Arching an eyebrow, I look into her eyes. Is she joking? Does she really think I’m going to spend the weekend doing her laundry?She see

*Anna*Poppy and I are on a roll. By the time we’ve been in the office a couple of hours, we’ve sorted out several problems, and we’re talking about going to lunch and then possibly to volunteer at a soup kitchen when my cell phone rings.Ordinarily, if someone is calling me, it’s my mother–but I decide to check to see if it might be Grant.I’m shocked when I read that it’s actually the local police department calling. My blood runs cold. What in the world? All I can think about is if someone I love has been in an accident or something. I hastily answer. “Hello?”“Is this Anna Young?” a stern male voice says on the other end of the line.“Yes, it is,” I say, catching Poppy’s eyes across the desk. She’s confused, but she can tell that whatever is going on, it’s serious. She leans back in her chair. “How can I help you, officer?”At that word, Poppy’s eyes bulge. “Officer?” she whispers.I nod but give my attention to the officer as he continues. “This is Officer Mike Blue. We were call

*Anna*I’m not sure which is more astonishing to me, knowing that Hattie has just apologized–even if she didn’t mean it–or the fact that my husband says he has a surprise for me.I follow him down the hallway, wondering what he has in store for me. It sure was a turn-on watching Grant put Hattie in her place. I could’ve stood there and watched him for another hour. Of course, I’d rather go into the bedroom with him. As we make our way down the hall, my mind runs wild, trying to figure out what it could be that Grant has in store for me. It’s probably not that big of a deal. After all, he’s never had a surprise ready for me when I got home before, so why would it be anything special now?Except, he has been trying so much harder lately. It’s possible it could be something I really like.I don’t have too long to think about it before we are at our room. Grant opens the door, and I immediately smell my favorite bath products. It is a little overpowering, like maybe he dumped all of them

*Grant*“Hello?” I say into the receiver, my stomach falling into my shoes. All I can think about is that this is either the moment I’ve been waiting for all these years, or I’m about to get my ass handed to me.“Grant,” Grandmother Trudy says, “come into my office. Now.” She sounds quite serious, maybe even a bit hostile.So… it’s the latter. I guess I should take a basket or a bag with me to carry my ass back to my office in. “Okay,” I tell her. “I’ll be right there.”I hang up the phone and shoot up from my desk, hurrying to her office. Even if it’s bad news, I don’t want to keep her waiting.No one keeps Grandmother Trudy waiting.I dodge a few people on my way. A few of them are still overly nice, like they haven’t heard that the interviews have been announced, and so far, I don’t have one, but others must’ve heard the rumors because they either blatantly ignore me or snicker. A few whisper to one another behind their hands.I ignore them, though. I’ve never much been into fairwe