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 can't do that. We should be happy that we finally got rid of her.


　　I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I felt so uncomfortable, the house was too quiet. Why isn't she saying anything or did she leave again? By this time?


　　Did seeing my body change her perspective about me? She might be really ho*ny somewhere thinking about how to touch me.


　　She did like what she saw. I guess she can finally stop calling me a monkey or an ugly red monkey.


　　Stop it, Davis. I chided myself. I don't want to think about that right now. I just want to get some sleep.


　　That's when my phone rang, it was Joey. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me by this time?" 


　　"Because you're a married man?" She asked laughing, "I heard your wife ran away." 


　　And she walked back in to torment me again, "Joey, it's not something funny. If you know you're going to keep on teasing me like this, you will have to get back to London." 


CHAPTER THIRTY SIX