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

　　I woke up to strange noises in the house. The whirring sounds of machines and the sharp shouts of Davis aroused me and made me get into one of Davis loose shirt, walking into the living room.


　　"Davis what's happening?" I asked as I saw the strange hefty men, twice Davis size. They were ordering themselves and scurrying around fixing…wait! What? Fixing CCTV cameras in our house!


　　"Davis, did you ask them to do that?" I asked ready to vent my anger on him immediately but he shook his head.


　　"Grandma Scott put them upto this and they won't even listen to a word I say."


　　What? Does it mean we can't even kiss without being watched again? I gasped, "Davis, are they going to fix this in our bathroom too?" I turned to one of the men, "Hey big man, what is all this for?"


　　"Ma'am, we have to keep both of you safe at all times."


　　"Safe from what? And why? Davis what's happening?"


CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE WIFE AND BABY