GRAYSON'S POVMy anger spiked when I saw this so-called Raymond guy’s hand casually draped over Sylvia’s shoulder while they ate Chinese food. Who the fuck did he think he was? My blood boiled, but I tried to keep my cool for the kids' sake."Hi, Mr. Grayson," Zenith called out to me with a smile, breaking me out of my thoughts."Hi, Zenith," I responded, forcing a smile. Not here, not in front of the kids. I couldn’t cause a scene."Sylvia, can I speak to you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone even."Umm, sure," she replied."Privately," I emphasized."Okay?" Sylvia said, standing up. I grabbed her arm and led her outside the house."Hey, stop it. Why are you so pissed off?" she asked, yanking her arm away."Who the hell is that man inside?" I demanded."What? Raymond? Why are you asking? What is this?" she responded, confused."I saw him picking up the kids from school today," I said, my voice tight with anger."Yes, I couldn’t make it, and he agreed to help," she explained."I wante
SYLVIA'S POVAs soon as I closed the door, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "Are you okay? What did he want?" Raymond asked, concern etched on his face."It's fine, don't worry about him," I said, waving it off, though my mind was far from settled.We sat back down at the table, and the kids resumed eating their Chinese food, chatting animatedly about their day at school. I tried to focus on them, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Grayson's intense gaze and his heated words.Raymond was saying something about his drive from LA, but I could barely concentrate. Grayson's voice echoed in my mind: "I will move the heavens and earth, I will do everything so you and the kids are mine, even if it means destroying Raymond." The way he said it, with such conviction, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I find that confrontation so attractive? Why did I like the way he wanted to fight for me?"Sylvia, are you listening?" Raymond's voice cut through my thoughts."Yeah,
GRAYSON'S POVI reached home, and my mind was utterly consumed with thoughts of Sylvia. No matter how much I tried to push them aside, they kept creeping back in. I threw my keys onto the table and slumped into the armchair, rubbing my temples in frustration. Just then, Jocelia entered the room. I barely noticed her until she started caressing my legs."What are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep my irritation in check."We haven't spent any quality time together," she purred, her fingers tracing circles on my thigh. "I thought we could, you know..." She slowly removed her top, exposing her bare skin."I'm not in the mood," I said flatly, trying to look away."Come on, Gray," she persisted, sliding onto my lap. Her hands roamed over my chest, trying to ignite a spark that just wasn't there."Jocelia, stop. Get off," I said, pushing her away gently but firmly. I stood up, needing some distance."Am I wrong for wanting to spend time with my man?" she shouted, her voice breaking with em
GRAYSON'S POVI went back into my room, pacing around as frustration and determination coursed through me. I had to know who this Raymond guy was. The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I needed answers. "I need to call my lawyer," I thought, my mind racing. Stewart, my lawyer, used to work for the government, and he had the resources to find out anything about anyone.I picked up my phone and dialed his number. After a few rings, he answered, "Good morning, sir.""Hey Stewart, I need your help. I need you to find everything there is to know about a man named Raymond Keller, his friends with my Ex-wife," I said, my voice urgent."Is he a problem?" Stewart asked, always quick to assess the situation."I don't know yet, but I want to make sure," I replied, pacing even faster."Alright, I'll check into it and get back to you as soon as I can," he said before we ended the call.I stood there for a moment, my phone still in my hand, staring out the window. If this Raymond thinks he can take Syl
ALICE'S POVI ran down the stairs, clutching my purse and breathing fast, glancing over my shoulder. "Mom, is everything okay?" William asked as he bumped into me.I stammered, trying to find the words. "Did you talk to him? What did he say?" he pressed."William... I... I..." I began."Yeah, yeah? What did he say?" he urged."I have never seen him so angry, his eyes, the way he looked at me," I finally managed to say, my voice trembling. Jocelia walked up to us, with a concerned face."What's going on?" she asked, noticing my reaction."We need to get rid of Sylvia, that's what should be going on," I snapped, irritated that Jocelia hadn't taken care of her as she said she would."I know... Grayson hasn't even touched or looked my way since she came back into his life. Six years. Six years she was gone, and now she's back and has this hold on him," Jocelia said, and her face changed to a deep frown."Well, stop complaining and start planning. If she's not gone soon, it could be bad
SYLVIA'S POVAfter dinner, I turned my attention to getting the kids settled into their new rooms. It was a relief to see their beds finally set up, thanks to the movers. Zenith's room had his favorite superhero bedspread, while Zendaya's was adorned with princess-themed bedding she adored."Okay, time for bed," I announced, leading them upstairs. Zenith was already bouncing with excitement, while Zendaya clutched her favorite stuffed animal.I helped Zenith into his pajamas first. He was still buzzing with energy, recounting every detail of his first day at school as I guided him through brushing his teeth. "And then, Mom, we learned about dinosaurs! Did you know that the T-Rex has tiny arms but huge teeth?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with enthusiasm."That sounds fascinating, Zenith," I replied, smiling at his infectious energy. "But now, it's time to get some sleep. You need to be well-rested for another exciting day tomorrow."I tucked him into bed, smoothing out the wrinkles in
GRAYSON'S POV I woke up to a text message from Stewart, my lawyer: "Call me when you get this." He sent it around 3 AM. Groaning, I stretched out my arms, feeling the effects of the previous night's drinking. My hair was a mess, and I probably had morning breath laced with the lingering taste of alcohol. Yesterday, I saw Sylvia with that fucker Raymond. I rubbed my eyes and picked up my phone to call Stewart."Hey Stewart, you found something?" I asked."Good morning, sir," he replied. "Raymond’s parents are Richard and Deborah. They divorced when he was 15. He got into modeling at 18. He has a few charges, but just DUIs—nothing too outrageous. He recently moved to New York after being signed to a modeling agency.""Oh, so he's a model," I said, my irritation evident."Yes, sir. A struggling one, but it seems he just got his big break," Stewart continued."What can you tell me about the agency that signed him?" I asked."MJ Modeling Agency," he replied. "They filed for bankruptcy tw
GRAYSON'S POVPaul drove me to the address of the MJ Modeling Agency where Stewart was already waiting for me. As soon as I stepped out of the car, Stewart approached me, extending his hand.“Good morning, sir. They’re expecting us,” he said in a professional tone.“Morning, Stewart. Let’s get this done,” I replied while firmly shaking his hand. We walked into the building, greeted by the agency's receptionist. She was all smiles and polite, clearly aware of who I was.“Mr. Lockwood, Mr. Stewart, welcome to MJ Modeling Agency. The board is ready for you,” she said, leading us down a sleek hallway lined with fashion posters and awards.As we approached the meeting room, I could hear the low hum of conversation that abruptly stopped as we entered. The room was modern and stylish, with a long glass table at the center and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.The board members stood up as we walked in, their expressions a mix of eagerness and anxiety.“Mr. Lockwood, it’s an