“So you aren’t upset about Johnathon’s marriage to Charlotte?” Grayson confirmed.
“She can have him,” I said bluntly “I’ve never seen two people more deserving of each other. He’s selfish and so is she. She’s vain and he cares about appearances. They are a match made in heaven and they don’t even know it. The only thing that shocked me about today was that Charlotte agreed to a courthouse wedding” I said blithely, causing Grayson to fling his head back and chuckle out loud.
“I think she’s desperate” he confessed “She wants that company badly.”
“Grayson” my voice was soft, my expression knowing as I looked at him “You want the company just as badly though, don’t you?”
I held my breath. Foolish as it was, part of me wanted him to deny it, to tell me that I was more important. But I had asked the question and while he hesitated, I knew instinctively what his answer was going to be. I could not even be angry with him.
“I do,” Grayson said in a low voice “It was one of many reasons I chose to be married.”
My lips curved into a small smile, even as I fought back the tears. Don’t cry, Flair, not now. Later, when you’re alone, you can cry.
“Then I’m under the assumption that you want to start on the other condition as well,” I said helplessly.
Confusion warred with indecision for a moment before it registered. “Actually” he shifted uncomfortably on his seat “there is every likelihood that you might already be pregnant” he pointed out “We haven’t been using protection and we haven’t taken note of dates or ovulation periods.”
I blushed. He put a hand to the back of his neck looking sheepish. “I was going to address this with you sooner or later,” he said apologetically “but when do you think you might find out for certain?”
Oh gods. He was asking that! I blushed a bright red as I floundered for the answer. It was not something I was accustomed to divulging and I wracked my memory, trying to remember when I was due for my menses next.
“I’m due in the next day or so,” I said softly.
“Then we wait and see what the result is,” he said nonchalantly.
Of course. If I wasn’t pregnant, we would just try again. I tried not to feel like a brooding mare but the comparison was still in the back of my mind as I reached for the door and Grayson promptly beat me to it, scrambling out and offering my hand. I gave him a weak smile and got out, smoothing down my dress.
“You look beautiful by the way” Grayson murmured.
“Thank you,” I said automatically, while still thinking about dates in my mind.
Could I be pregnant? I hadn’t exhibited any signs or felt anything different the last few days. I glanced down at my flat stomach and sighed, even as Grayson took my hand and led me to the door. Rachel opened it and Roscoe came bounding out, almost knocking me flat on my ass. He wagged his tail enthusiastically.
“He was so good” Rachel enthused as Grayson knelt to pat the dog as well “But he might have eaten one or two of your shoes” she added guiltily as I giggled.
“Thank you,” I told her as she reached over and hugged me, Roscoe bounding back indoors “Can you stay for a drink or..?”
She gave me a grin “Actually I’m meeting Timothy for a date, so can I take a raincheck?”
“Absolutely,” I said with a laugh, as she began to head back in and grab her stuff “Say hello for me, would you? That is” I said in a lower tone as she came back to the door “if you leave the bed.”
“Ssshh” she hissed, swatting at me and laughing, before skipping to the car.
“Good luck” I yelled and then shut the door, turning around to see that Grayson was already on the phone and Roscoe was waiting for me.
“I guess it’s just you and me” I sighed, patting him “At least I can hound Rachel for the deets of her date tomorrow” I added with a grin as Roscoe barked and wagged his tail in agreement. “Who knows, maybe I’ll have some news for her as well,” I thought but it was hardly likely. Didn’t you have to be a few days late, before you could discover you were pregnant?
Johnathon POV
“Isn’t this the greatest” Charlotte slurred, slumping sideways over me as the limousine began its journey back towards our house.
She was drunk. There was no polite way to put it. She was sloshed. Drinking cocktail after cocktail, tipping them back as though she had been drinking glasses of water. Her white dress was stained and crumpled, her hair was mussed and disheveled and her makeup was starting to run and smear across her face. I was not impressed, having held back on drinking myself and sticking to none other than soda water, my hangover still present from the night before.
“We’re married,” Charlotte said gleefully, giggling madly.
Married, I thought grumpily, as the limousine cruised to a stop, and I was forced to hop out and help Charlotte to her feet, her body swaying back and forth, unsteady on her feet. I couldn’t help but wonder if Charlotte was happy about being married or if she had partaken of the alcohol because she needed liquid courage to get through tonight. The notion did not sit well with me. I put my arm around her and helped her into the house, Charlotte carelessly kicking her shoes off and giggling as they landed haphazardly on the floor.
“Ssshhh” I hissed.
It was late night and I didn’t want her to wake up her mother or Grandfather. I shuddered to think what John would say if he saw his granddaughter in such a state on her wedding night. As it was, we’d managed to avoid any press catching wind of our celebrations, or else I might have been even more concerned.
“Oh don’t be such a fuddy duddy” Charlotte pouted, as I began to grab her hand and drag her upstairs.
“You’re drunk,” I said, my headache throbbing behind my eyes “and if your Grandfather sees you, what do you think he’s going to say?” I hissed, provoked.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.