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

　　"We...we went out and he got drunk. So take him inside and take care of him." His friend was saying I've never felt so insulted in my life.


　　My name is Dahila Dustfinger. I have had it all beautiful in my life. Nothing crosses me and goes scot free. I'm always the queen of myself.


　　Standing up for myself. Thinking for myself at all times.


　　I have always loved the kind of life I lived until this drunken bastard who was staggering in front of the door came into my life.


　　Not sleeping in has been a peaceful moment for me. I don't have to see him, that'd anger me. I was okay, at least, I could have my friend over and live life a little since he's always outside but...this?


　　Dealing with a drunk? Taking care of him. Davis?? "Why would I take care of him? You're his friend! Aren't you supposed to be doing that?"


　　"Wife?" Did he just remind me that I'm his wife? I scowled, I guess they're tryna trap me in some shit!!


CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT THEIR SPACE