Valeria’s POV I lounged on the sofa, watching Ivy scurry around the house, packing up her stuff. She was due for her shift at the hospital in about an hour. She had practically lived at my house for three days now, because I had been ill for that long. But thanks to her careful nursing, I felt much better than I had in days. Infact, I was more like my old self although I was still somewhat weak. Ivy dropped her phone into her bag and shut it with a snap. Then she looked around the room once more. "I guess I've gotten all the important stuff," she said. "I hope you'll be okay without me for a few hours. I'll see you later." I swung my legs off the sofa. "Actually, I think I'll come with you to the hospital." Ivy brightened, suddenly looking hopeful. "I'm not coming in for an examination. I'm already better. I just want to see my grandma. I haven't seen her in ages." "But you need more rest. You shouldn't overexert yourself." "I'm fine," I assured her. "I know I say that almost all
Dimitri’s POV For what felt like the hundredth time in an hour, I dialed Valeria's number, hoping that this time it would be different and she would pick up the damn phone. I pressed the phone to my ear. It rang several times, yet no one picked up. I shoved my hands through my hair in frustration and pushed aside the documents I was supposed to be going through. There was no point in continuing anyway. I could not concentrate on work, not when I hadn't heard a word from Valeria for three whole days. She hadn't been to work for three days. After the first day, she had stopped receiving my calls. She was ill. I knew that, but was it the usual ailments pregnant women suffered, or was it something more serious? I had to know. I hesitated for only a moment before dialing Ivy's number. I had made her Reese's caregiver at the hospital without Valeria's knowledge. So far I got reports that she had been doing an excellent job with Valeria's grandmother. If it were possible, I would also hav
VALERIASeeing him seated there in his office, all cultured and refined looking, dressed in a spiffy suit, it was hard to reconcile him with the man who had gone ballistic at the hospital yesterday. There was no anger in his eyes now, but I had detected more than just a little frostiness when they fell on me this morning. Dimitri pointed to a spot on the right of his desk."Just drop the documents there," he said.His tone was brisk and cold, the way his manner had been to me this morning. I did as he asked. I dropped the files on the spot he had indicated. I did this slowly, hoping he would at least look up at me, willing him to say something about yesterday. But he just kept staring at his computer with fixed concentration. I started to leave, but stopped. Guilt at what I had said to him yesterday kept twisting my insides."I wanted to talk about yesterday," I said.Slowly, reluctantly, he dragged his eyes away from the screen of his computer and fixed them on me. "I'm sorry about
VALERIAMost of my attention was focused on my driving as I negotiated the turn that would take me to my house. The other part of me was sifting through what I would have to do at work the next day. I sighed in anticipation of a warm bath I would take the moment I got in, as my house loomed into view. Not wanting to return to the car for my stuff, I tried to hold on to my computer, some documents and my handbag all at the same time while I walked towards the front door.And then I felt it. The back of my neck prickled. It was the kind of feeling a person had when they were being watched. But who was watching me? My eyes scanned my surroundings swiftly. I didn't see anything out of place. All was as it should be. I sighed again, this time in annoyance. Ever since my encounter with Jack, I had become so jumpy.I kept telling myself that there was nothing for me to worry about. For two weeks now, I hadn't heard a word from Jack. I had not gone to visit him when I had planned to, partly m
VALERIAI opened my eyes and quickly sat up in bed, my heart pounding with a nameless dread. The memory of the dream I had just had slipped through my mind like water through cracks. All I could remember was that the dream was frightening, scary. It had felt like I was trapped and that there was a something hanging over my head. I blinked and the memory of all that had happened yesterday came rushing back. I pressed my hand to my chest and felt it going like a triphammer. I groaned. It seemed like there would be no peace for me in my sleeping and waking moments until I had gotten rid of Jack.I tried my best not to think about his threats as I swung my legs out of bed and began to prepare for work. I put on some music on my sound system, cranked the volume all the way up, hoping that somehow it would drown out my chaotic thoughts. The move worked to an extent and so in my car, I also turned on the radio, tuned into a music station. I hummed along with the singers and kept telling mys
DIMITRII thought of Valeria as I took the elevator to the top floor. Though she hid it well, or tried to, it was obvious that Valeria was not okay. She was much more absentminded than before. She perpetually looked haunted, as though she knew something that was eating up her up from the inside out. She wasn't ill anymore. Of that I was quite sure. The strain she was labouring under seemed to be of the emotional kind.I asked myself what news, or what new occurrence was capable of making her so sad and worried. The only thing I could think of was her health. Maybe she had finally gone for that checkup Ivy and I had been badgering her about. Maybe the doctors had found out that there was something seriously wrong with her. Maybe there was something even wrong with the baby. I had to ask her about it, or get my hands on the tests results somehow. But first, I would ask her. She wouldn't want to open up, but I would be very persuasive..."Sir. Good morning," Sasha chirped.She had sudden
DIMITRII caught on to the tension from Silas the moment I picked up the phone."Talk to me," I said."I just saw Jack."I sat up straighter. All my senses were on red alert now."A few minutes ago, I saw Valeria with him. She handed him a bag full of cash. Then she left." He paused. "She's finally paid him off."My fists clenched. I thought so too."Do you still have eyes on him?""Of course, I do! I just called to ask what move I'm to make.""Don't loose sight of him. Follow him. I'll be with you as soon as I can."I hurried out of the office. Before I got into my car, Silas had texted me his location which was in a rundown building that had once been a bar. I spotted Silas lurking out of sight. He silently walked up to me. At a signal from him, we approached the door of the building and Silas suddenly kicked it open. Jack and two other men were grouped around a dirty little table. Their eyes shone with greed at the sight of the money was counting on the table."Do you always have t
VALERIAThe feeling of relief when I headed to the office the next day after giving Jack the money was indescribable. If I had known I would feel this relieved, I would have gotten him the money earlier. I patted my still flat stomach when I got into my car."The bad man's out of our lives, baby," I said to the tiny blip I could picture growing in my womb. Smiling, I turned on some music and sang all the way to the office. I felt as free as a bird. Automatically, as I had been doing for the past few days, I kept glancing in the rearview mirror as I drove. There was no Jack following me on his motorcycle anymore."You're looking radiant this afternoon, Val," remarked Ellen, the receptionist. "What's up?"I merely smiled and twiddled my fingers in her direction as I went upstairs. I had barely settled down when Summer arrived. She gave me a venomous look as she passed by on her way to Dimitri's office but even the knowledge that she was there, and that she and Dimitri's could get down