Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Can I not just get your number and pass it on if it’s urgent?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “He won’t call, and I don’t expect him to. But I need to speak to him.”
“Whatever, he can deal with you. You can follow me.” I say nothing else as I get into my car and drive off. She follows close behind until I reach work. A few girls are standing out front, smoking as I pass them by and Destiny catches up, walking in next to me.
“What is this place?” she asks, scanning the building.
I shake my head and open the front door. Grayson is leaning against the front desk when I enter, and his eyes flick to me, full of what looks like pleasure that I’m not late—I’ve been good for the last two weeks about being on time—before they move to Destiny then back to me.
“You don’t bring friends to work,” he growls, his expression dampening.
I put my hands up in the air. “She’s here to see you.” I push past him and go behind the counter to set things up and check how many clients we have today.
“What do you need?” Grayson asks her.
I look up as she hugs herself, her hands rubbing her arms.
“Is there nowhere private we can talk?” she asks him.
“No. Now, what do you want?”
I contain my smirk, until I hear what drops from her mouth next.
“I’m pregnant.”
“And?” he asks, raising a brow.
I lift my bottle of water to my lips and take a sip. She looks over his shoulder to me before she tells him, “It’s yours.” Her hands drop to her sides. “Remember that night? Well, now I’m pregnant. You do get how it works, right?”
I spit out my drink, and Grayson looks back at me with his brows pinched.
“You put her up to this?” he asks me.
“Ha! Hell no. But looks like you’ll be a daddy. Yay for you.”
Three girls smile and wave as they head inside the club.
“What is this place?” Destiny asks him.
“It’s a whorehouse. Maybe you should work here.”
My eyes bulge at his words.
He is such an asshole.
One that makes me want to laugh that is.
“That’s how you are going to treat your future baby’s mother?” Her head starts to shake.
“You are my nothing.”
“I’m not lying,” she insists, her tone growing more high-pitched.
“I have no doubt,” he replies, confusing not only her but me too.
“But you’re saying it’s not yours? I’m not a whore. You are the only man I’ve slept with recently.”
Grayson steps back so he is closer to me, leaning his elbow on the desk, as he says to her, “You must be a whore if you can’t remember.”
“I remember everything.” She stands a little straighter. “I even found out that it was you who got me kicked out of my house.”
“What?” I ask, joining in the conversation. Destiny turns to me, but Grayson stays where he is.
“Oh, so you didn’t tell her.” She smiles. “It seems your boss here bought the house and then kicked me out.”
“You what?” My gaze whips to Grayson, who is still not looking my way. “Grayson, so help me God, you better answer me before I decide I should come in very fucking late every fucking day.”
I hear him suck in a breath, and then he turns to face me. “What?”
“You bought the house?” I ask.
“She needed to go,” he says simply, adding a shrug.
Destiny scoffs but otherwise stays quiet.
“You own my house?” I ask him again. “The one I am living in? Is that why the rent hasn’t increased now since it’s just me?” My voice is firm, but on the inside I’m freaking the fuck out.
What does this mean?
Why would he do that?
“I can afford it.”
“I’m sure you can.” I give him an eye roll and look at Destiny. “Why are you still here?”
“You are such a bitch.”
I smile with a shrug.
“Grayson,” Destiny says, her demeanor sweetening. “We need to talk about this. I think I’m keeping it.”
“Good for you,” he replies, unconcerned.
“Really? You’re happy with my decision?” I see hope in her eyes, and I’m waiting for him to crush it. Grayson is mean, cruel, and, more importantly, an asshole. “Do you want to be involved or just send money?”
“Neither,” he states.
I start to cough to cover my laugh.
“What? You have to do the right thing here. This is your baby.”
“No, it’s not.” He stands his ground.
“It is,” she insists, raising her chin a little.
“Maybe you two should go to your office to talk. Some of us have to work,” I tell them.
“We aren’t going anywhere,” Grayson says calmly. “There is nothing more to discuss.”
“How can you be like this?” Destiny whines, throwing her hands in the air.
“Like what?” he asks.
She waves a hand at him. “This. I am pregnant with your child.”
“I believe you are pregnant, just not with my child,” he says, maintaining his stance. He hasn’t broken a sweat during this whole ordeal.