Page 24 of A Villain’s Lies

Chapter9

That’s a joke right?

Avani

Since the day she moved out three weeks ago, I haven’t seen Destiny. I can honestly say I could live my whole life without seeing her again and be happy. But when I’m about to leave for my shift today, I find her standing on the doorstep.

It’s been nice having the place to myself.

Really damn nice.

It’s been lonely though too.

But that’s a much better alternative…than her.

She looks much the same as the last time I saw her, except this time, she has sunglasses covering her eyes as she stares at me and licks her lips.

“Avani,” she says.

“Destiny.” I stand there with my bag in hand, wondering what the hell she wants.

“Look…” She pauses before she speaks again. “You’re heading to work, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay. So, will you be seeing Grayson there?”

I’m not sure if I should answer her, but Grayson can handle himself when it comes to her.

“Yes.”

“Can I follow you there? I don’t know where he works, and it’s kind of urgent.”

“Can I not just get your number and pass it on if it’s urgent?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “He won’t call, and I don’t expect him to. But I need to speak to him.”

“Whatever, he can deal with you. You can follow me.” I say nothing else as I get into my car and drive off. She follows close behind until I reach work. A few girls are standing out front, smoking as I pass them by and Destiny catches up, walking in next to me.

“What is this place?” she asks, scanning the building.

I shake my head and open the front door. Grayson is leaning against the front desk when I enter, and his eyes flick to me, full of what looks like pleasure that I’m not late—I’ve been good for the last two weeks about being on time—before they move to Destiny then back to me.

“You don’t bring friends to work,” he growls, his expression dampening.

I put my hands up in the air. “She’s here to see you.” I push past him and go behind the counter to set things up and check how many clients we have today.

“What do you need?” Grayson asks her.

I look up as she hugs herself, her hands rubbing her arms.

“Is there nowhere private we can talk?” she asks him.

“No. Now, what do you want?”

I contain my smirk, until I hear what drops from her mouth next.

“I’m pregnant.”

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