Dedicated to yaahooo1310

She watched as the sun rose slowly through the glass wall, her mind tastefully blank. She knew when Vincent woke up for he pulled apart the curtain which was blocking his room from hers. She watched as he went around his room, doing nothing in particular. She wondered if he didn't always go to his company but stayed couped up at home doing nothing while his employees worked their asses off.

He certainly didn't seem like the type but it usually wasn't written on the forehead was it? She watched him strip himself of his Pajama shirt first then his baggy pants went after. Knowing what would follow next, she persuaded herself to look away but couldn't for some reasons. Fortunately, vincass decided to remove the only clothing that remained on his body in the bathroom, saving her from witnessing a horrible sight.

Her mind wandered off to Jordan and a pang of guilt hit her, in her stupid escapades with Mr billionaire; she had forgotten about her brother. She didn't exactly forget for he still remained her utmost priority.

Someone pushed her door open slowly, she knew this because of the creak it made. Looking up into the opposite room which she last saw vincass but saw no one.

"Good morning," someone greeted from her doorframe, she sprang up; pulling the covers to her chest even though she was fully clothed, she let out a huff when she saw that it was Vincent's driver.

"You certainly lack manners, mister so I'd tell you. It's improper to enter a lady's room without knocking, didn't your mama tell you that?"

"And where is the lady?" He asked, an obnoxious smirk on his mouth which Greta wanted to wipe off so badly. She returned his smirk instead; he wasn't the only one who had learnt a thing or two from Vincent.

"Oh, She's seated right in front of you but of course I don't expect you to see her when you have your head shoved so deep up your ass, it's a wonder how you manage to use it."

A long glaring session ensured between the two of them in which the driver was the first to look away. A laugh escaped his mouth and Greta scowled,she didn't think anything was funny.

"I'm Daniel," he introduced, she blinked, confused with the sudden change of attitude but got over it quickly.

"Such nice name for an asshole like you," he only shrugged.

"The boss wants you to freshen up then come out. He has some — visitors he'd like you to meet." He delivered then carelessly walked out before she could ask him anything.

She panicked a little, curiosity of who she was about to meet eating her up. He had said 'some visitors' which meant that there was more than one person. She wondered if it was Vincent's mother — and maybe his uncle.

Sluggishly, she stood from the bed stretching and yawning, removing her pajamas, she walked into the bathroom and had her bath, intentionally avoiding the mirror so as not to see her ugly face and be discouraged to go down.

She pulled on an oversized black t-shirt which had 'I love California' printed on it then pulled on a navy blue shorts. She wondered if maybe her dressing was too informal but shrugged. Daniel didn't say anything about what to wear so she was safe. She didn't bring any formal dress anyways. 

The first things she noticed as she approached the living room was a girly laughter. She paused. How many women exactly did Vincent indulge in his fantasies with? She was already fuming,her mind going over reasons why Vincent would decide to introduce her to one of his bitches then she heard a male's voice which definitely didn't sound like Vincent's.

Increasing her pace, she exited the passage and climbed down the stairs in fast steps, eager to see who the visitors were. The midnight black hair was the first thing she saw, followed by the blonde curls of the woman who was seated beside him, leaning into him.

She recognized them immediately; Mr & Mrs Collins, owners of the T&M and an automobile company. Almost everyone knew of their story which was put out at an interview right after their marriage. Everyone thought their story was touching, mysterious even.

She turned, getting ready to dash back into her room and wear something more appropriate. She had a dress with her that was more fitting for meeting these people,the one she was putting on was out of it.

"Hey! Come back," a tiny voice called her back which she recognized as the woman's. With dread growing in her heart, she turned to face three important people in the society in an outfit that wasn't even appropriate for a normal person.

The woman was already on her feet and was walking towards her, a smile on her pretty face; only her bright grey eyes showed her intrigue. The man was seated, an equally bright smile on his face but unlike the woman, he was having some eye session which Vincent which resulted in Vincent rolling his eyes at him.

The woman reached her and stretched out her hand at the same time, "I'm Melanie, But everyone calls me Mel, except that blockhead sitting over there." She joked, nudging towards her husband.

That forced a laugh out of Greta. She decided she liked Mel then. The man scowled, "that's no way to introduce your husband, baby -bugga -boo." He chastened. Melanie rolled her eyes and mouthed 'he's crazy' to Greta who laughed out loud.

"I'm Greta," she said shyly.

"Wow I love your name!"  Mel gushed.

"And your eyes, they're so green and bright. I don't think I've ever seen an emerald pair before, have you honey?" She asked her husband to which he shook his head.

"I don't see anything special about her name though," Vincent added, that earned him a glare from Greta who wasn't as nervous as she had been moments ago. Greta could tell Mel wasn't the bubbly type but was only putting up an act to put her at ease, she greatly appreciated that.

"How do you put up with Vincent? He's more of an asshole than Toby,"

"I don't! Most times I just want to punch him to hell and back, but of course I can't -."

"Hi Greta! I've heard so much about you, good things I assure you, anyways I'm Toby but I'm sure you must have figured that out by now and it's nice meeting you," Toby chose then to introduce himself, giving a short salute.

"And who did you hear about her from?" Vincent asked, he was standing crossed legged as he rested on the walls. Toby chose to ignore him then dragged him towards one of the rooms in the house, Greta had guessed it to be his home office but never saw him venture into it.

"We now have the whole room to ourselves! Yippee!" Mel exclaimed then jumped on the couch, patting the space beside her which Greta gratefully plumped unto.

"I wish Katrina was here with us," she sighed. "Trust me, you'll love her. But for now let's talk about you, how does it feel to be pregnant?"

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