Granting Her Desire

As soon as Pierce left the supermarket, he was immediately surrounded by a lot of reporters. His brows furrowed tightly and his eyes darkened. 

Obviously, he was annoyed. Seeing it, some reporters backed off while some new ones who were eager to gain a foothold and get a raise in salary, still questioned him crazily. 

"Mr. Verlice, a video was released to the general public just a few minutes ago. It was an expectant mothers' instructor, Anna Brendon, is she perhaps, your wife?" 

Amidst all the numerous questions being hurled at him, that was the only one that captivated his interest. 

He tapped the bodyguard who was warding the reporters off and gazed straight at the name tag of the lady who asked him. 

Sucking his teeth, he asked. "Veronica Vendell, did Anna Brendon put you up to this?" 

The question caught the lady off guard. However, it was not her first time of doing such a thing, hence, she wasn't so flustered. 

"No, Mr. Verlice. Questions like these are what the netizens are interested in." 

The man scoffed lightly and gazed at her. "if I find out you're working for her, I'll have you join in the punishment she'll undergo." 

After saying that, he made his way out of the crazy reporters thanks to his bodyguards and drove away. 

When he got home, he met Queenie watching the news of what had happened. Thinking she'd be upset, he walked towards her and consoled. "I can explain..." 

"What? You got the wrong things?" Queenie, who seemed to have fallen asleep, jerked up and asked him. Seeing he still had a confused look on his face, she beckoned him over. "Come, let me take a look at those." 

Numbly, the man walked over and passed over the things he had bought. 

As she rummaged through it, she nodded her head thoughtfully. "You bought the right things." 

Her heart which was filled with happiness soon returned cold when the bitter truth returned to her heart. 

Pushing the things away, she placed both hands on her palms and lowered her head. "Actually, Pierce, you don't have to care so much about Velon's child..." 

"He's not Velon's child! He is our child!" 

His sudden cut-off startled her. When she looked up at him, she noticed he was raging. 

"Fine! Now, we're married, he's now our child!" She said and sighed. 

Although she had broken off her marriage with Velon, she couldn't deny the fact the man's seed had been implanted in her stomach. As much as she knew it'd be a disgrace for Pierce in the future, she still wanted to keep it. 

The man's lips parted slightly and his eyes spoke of something eager, but in the end, he shut it back and suppressed back his emotions. 

Rubbing the space between his brows, he sighed. "Let's leave it like that. What would you like to take?" 

"Nothing. I just finished my pregnancy supplements." 

"Oh, okay." The man retorted with a nod and got up about to exit the room when he heard the woman's nervous voice. 

"I have something to tell you."

"Ok?" 

Queenie said nothing for a few minutes before she started. "It has always been my dream to be a model and an actress. A famous actress who would win awards. I love to act and it's my passion." 

The man didn't object much to her surprise, but instead smiled. "In that case, I think it's time to publicize your status lest someone thinks it's a good idea to bully a starter." 

He took out his phone and was about to phone someone when she snatched it away. "I... I don't think that's a good idea." 

The man furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why do you say so?" 

"You see, the entertainment world is full of people with ambitions. They all want to hop on the ladder of success or grasp onto the robe of someone wealthy and influential. However, that is not the reason I don't want our relationship publicized.  

The man folded both hands underneath his chest and asked. "So what is it?" 

Hesitantly, she replied. "In the future, I don't want them seeing I depended solely on you to get to where I will be. I want to get everything by myself. I want to be famous and known, but not as Mrs. Verlice. I want to be known as Queenie Knight, the lady who rose to fame on her own." 

The man didn't say anything for a while as his black eyes remained on her, no moving. 

"If you do all those, then where does that put me, your husband?" 

His question caught her off guard before she smiled. "Actually, you said you just needed me to pose as your wife for a while. It won't be that bad as no one will even know we got married..." 

As soon as she spoke, the man turned and walked out of the room. Slamming the door tightly behind him. 

"His got quite a temper." She murmured as she caressed her small bump lightly. 

When Pierce got to the living room, he saw his two best friends, Mason Dahmer and Andrew Tucker, laughing to whatever was being discussed between them. 

Andrew was the first to sight Andrew and immediately called out to him. "Ah! Here comes our wonderful friend! He is so wonderful he refused to inform us he had found a bride and was going to get married yesterday!" 

Mason had a smug look on his face when he heard Andrew. His gaze also traveled to the stairs. 

Seeing Pierce was planning to give them the cold shoulder and ignore them, he sprang up from the chair and rushed towards him. 

What he never expected was for Pierce to grab his outstretched hand, throw him across his shoulders and slam him against the floor! 

Andrew sucked in a sharp breath almost immediately. "That would hurt!" 

"I was only going to tap you!" Mason yelled with pain, as he got up clutching his right shoulder. 

Pierce didn't spear him a glance as he redirected his gaze to Andrew. "I wasn't expecting you two to be back so soon!" 

"You got married without informing us, Pierce! I would've flopped if this was done by any other person other than you!" Andrew replied, gritting his teeth. 

Pierce didn't reply him, but instead glanced towards the side of his room and nodded towards the door. "Come on." 

Andrew walked out after him leaving Mason who had brought misfortune to himself to drag himself out. 

The trio got into one of the luxury cars and Pierce drove out. 

He soon parked outside Kings Bar, one made only for the rich and famous. A VIP room was booked almost immediately. 

Soon, the room was ready and they settled in it. 

Despite his broken arm, Mason offered to pour the drinks. As he did, he glanced up at Pierce from the corners of his eyes. "What do you have to say?" 

Pierce lifted his wine glass and took a sip from it. "I need you and Andrew to do something for me..." 

"If you don't tell me about your wife then I'm afraid I'll have to say..." Mason was babbling until he heard the latter part of the sentence. 

"... it's regarding my wife." After Pierce was done, he looked towards Mason. "You're saying no?" 

"Pfft! I was going to say yes. How can I say no to such a nice assignment?!" Mason refuted almost immediately and shy-ed away by taking a few sips from his.glass of wine. 

Andrew on the other hand, wasn't a dimwit like Mason. Although he was also curious about Pierce's wife, he knew Pierce to be someone with unstable emotions. Hence, he was trying to see through the man's facade of always being calm, collected and indifferent. 

"What do you need from us?" 

Pierce smiled almost immediately. "I'll be bringing her to Glamour Entertainment, be sure to take care of her and ensure she isn't bullied. Otherwise, your years of hard work might crumble."