Pawila Winifred

"Truth or dare," he said, and I scowled. I hate backing down from his silly games so easily. No, not this time. Not ever! This is when I get to show just how much I hate him.

"Dare," I replied, locking eyes with him. Let's see what he has up his sleeve.

"I dare you to kiss me."

***

Two weeks ago, I thought I'd escaped Mr. Perfect's grasp when I resigned from his company. No more mindless Truth and Dare games, no more toxic dynamics. Or so I thought...

Now, reality slaps me in the face: I'm carrying his child. 

Will Mr. Perfect accept this unexpected twist? Or will my happy ever after remain a distant dream?

Accidental Pregnancy with Mr. Perfect

　　"You heard me, gold diggers. That's what you and your family are. GOLD DIGGERS." 


　　The look on her face as she stared at me made me feel good. At least being here was worth it. I won't be the only one pissed about this development.


　　"At least we dig gold Davis, what do you have? If not for your grandma, you really don't have anything to your name." She whispered and I gritted.


　　"I have things to my name!" I raised my voice while her parents turned their attention to us. I pulled her closer, how can she say that I don't have anything to my name?


　　I do have. Houses, cars, restaurants, I have hotels I'm managing, brands call out for me. I'm a big brand ambassador for several designer companies including Dior, Gucci, Fila, Nike, and skin care products, what would she know when she is so dumb?


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN HOSPITALITY