Raymond's POVI made my way into the elevator, ready for my first meeting with my fucking father. He must have had the best night of his life. I am not sure if he had ever slept in an expensive hotel like this in his entire life. The guards standing to watch the door bowed to me the minute they saw me. I ignored them as always before stepping into the house. Even though I knew Marcus would leave, I still placed some guards to watch the door, as I didn't want to take any risk. Margaret just happened to be fucking lucky. Getting into the house, there was no one in the living room. Where was he? Don't tell me…I made my way to the room only to find the man still sleeping, it was 11 am already. Beside his bed were bottles of expensive wine that he must have ordered at night. My eyes moved from the ground back to the idiot. I hate him. “Marcus,” I called. He didn't move. “Marcus!” I called again, but he still didn't move. I saw, I'll kill him if I get to wake him up myself.There was
Grace's POV"Tell me the truth, Davis. Are you seeing another woman?!?" I asked the man in front of me. His body stiffened, his eyes staring back at mine, shocked that I had the audacity to ask him that. He thought I wouldn't. Fine, I had been under the weather for a few days but I am all better now. I would definitely not allow another woman to come in between Davis and I. "Where did you get such an idea from Grace?" He asked and I glared at him. "Don't fucking think I don't know. You get up every morning leaving the house only to come back very late at night. When you do, you don't touch me. If I try to touch you, you ignore me telling me you're tired. Tell me, Davis, who is the lady you're seeing?" Davis's fingers massaged the bridge of his nose before he sighed with closed eyes. I hated that he was making me feel this way. I didn't want to suspect him but earlier, he had ordered me not to touch him when he stepped into the room. He only came to hug now after taking his bath a
Davis's POV“Then do it” Grace spoke softly with her hand caressing my cheeks. She didn't know what she was doing. Here I am trying to be a good husband and giving her the space she needs till she gives birth, but Grace was being stubborn like she used to always be. “I want you, Davis” She kissed my chin before raising herself on her toes and taking my lower lip into her mouth gently. I closed my eyes, she was tempting me and I didn't know how long I could hold on. I swear, I fucking wanted her. The kiss was slow and sweet, yet seductive. She was calling me in, she was fucking seducing me into fucking her tonight. And I wasn't good at overcoming temptations like this, definitely not when Grace was involved. I would fall, I cannot resist her. My heartbeat increased, and my hands reached to her waist to gently pull her away from me, but I found my hands wrapping themselves around her waist instead.“Grace…” I moaned in between the kisses. I was going to complain, not moan. Her soft
Grace's POVI smiled as I watched Davis sleeping beside me with his head on my chest. I had insisted that I wanted to cuddle, call me childish, but I did not care. I love him and I wanted to have him around me always. He had been busy, and although he doesn't tell me where he goes or what he does, I already knew he was behind the killings all over the news. Adrianna had said it was because they had tried to kill him first. I don't know if it was because I had seen Davis almost killed that my heart had become this solid, but I didn't care who he killed as long as he didn't get hurt. According to what Adrianna said, or I had forced her to speak out, those were the men who had cooperated with Raymond to get Davis almost killed. They deserve what they are getting. Davis wasn't going to tell me, he was keeping it from me because I had made him promise that he wouldn't kill anymore. But I have come to realize that in this world, one has to kill for power, for survival also. In the same
Raymond's POVThe days go by, and I wonder why the man still hasn't brought his daughter to me. Who said I needed anything to do with him? The person I am so much interested in is Grace. I don't care about him. I looked at my phone, he hadn't called, nor had he informed any of my guards to reach me for any information. “What's Marcus still doing?” I called to ask the men who stood as guards to Marcus.“It seems the daughter is refusing to pay her father a visit or even talk to her. He has tried to call her to visit her, but she didn't pick up” “Hm…” Was Marcus also a useless thing that I could not make use of? To get his daughter to me, he is still finding it hard to do so. “Go and give him that box of money. Call me when you give it to him” I said to my men before hanging up.Marcus would do anything for money, all I need to do now is show him some. The figure isn't playing well in his head, if he sees the money, he won't have any other choice than to do what he has to do to bri
Grace's POV"What's wrong baby?" Davis asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I've been spacing out lately since I got the message from my father. I didn't tell Davis about it since it was irrelevant but I am still disturbed about it. Should I or should I not tell him?I sighed before gesturing for him to come and sit beside me by patting the chair. He graciously walked over to where I was before he pulled me up, he sat down then made me sit on his thighs. I smiled sweetly at him before asking, "You're being so sweet" "I'm always sweet," he replied, kissing the nape of my neck. I tilted my head to the side giving him access to do more as I sighed. "You've been spacing out lately" he kissed my collarbone and my toes curled. "Are you okay?" He continued and I shook my head with my eyes closed "Tell your husband what's wrong" his voice as calm as an undisturbed water spoke to me. I bit my lower lips before murmuring, "You don't expect me to reason well with your tongue and lip
Grace's POV“Are you sure you want to go and see him? I can easily just pass a message across that you're fine and there's no need to worry about you. Vincent could go, or Adrianna. You don't have to stress yourself, babe” and this was the one hundred times Davis was asking me this question. As much as I really do not want to see that man's face, I just have to. I needed to know where he had been and his reason for leaving all these years. It's been three days since we started having this discussion, and he hasn't stopped asking if I was really interested in going. Before Harry and Catherine left for the U.K., Harry had instructed Davis to be very protective of me, especially now that I was pregnant. I don't know how I would explain to the men that I don't even feel pregnant at all. Davis was protective, that was for sure, but now that Harry had said so, it got worse. He doesn't take his eyes off me and doesn't allow me to leave the house. And that's one important reason he isn't l
Grace's POVWe stepped down from the limousine only to stand in front of a restaurant. Father had picked the place we would meet. It was an expensive restaurant, and it looked like the man had gotten wealthy while he was away. Davis pulled me gently by the waist, leading me into the restaurant. I breathed in and out before finally making my way into the restaurant. There, I asked for my father and we were taken to his table. When I saw him, I narrowed my eyes on him. He looked different from the man who left us years back. His eyes were fixed on me also, as he watched me move closer to him. He didn't act like he missed me, my heart tightened in my chest. Maybe somewhere deep down, I was expecting him to run to me with open arms for an embrace. I was expecting a wide smile or maybe a tear, saying he misses me but the very moment we got in front of him, he said,“Sit” He hasn't changed, and he won't. A poor rat that has pride that could choke someone. I rolled my eyes before sitting