If only Drake could be this caring

Valerie POV.

I didn't bother looking back cause Ron was the one behind me, He already knows that I am pregnant, so why would he whisper it again? I was very furious currently and I needed some time and a quiet place to relax. I really don't want to think about anything presently, I might die from overthinking, and I don't want that. I got into the car and drove him immediately, I stopped in front of the penthouse, came down from my car and headed inside.

I sat down on the soft cushion chair in the sitting room and rest on my head on it, If I wasn't pregnant, and it won't affect my baby, I would have gotten a whiskey in front of me, I would have drank it to my contentment cause what I required now was alcohol because it would help me calm down. I walked to the bar and brought out an orange juice. I poured it in a glass cup and drank a sip from it.

“Am I living this life for myself or someone else?” I asked. There was no one to answer that question for me, I don't even know the answer