GRACE
“Well, the stage is yours. Do have a seat Miss….” The man who was responsible for Melissa’s pregnancy says referring to the chair in front of me.
I give a slight nod as I settle in. He looked interested in the conversation. That was good.
“Grace Sir. Grace Wellington.” I tell him, already seated and he nods before getting seated too.
“Firstly, how do you know Melissa?” He asks and I give a small smile. That’s what I want to know.
How does he know Melissa?
“I am friends with Melissa. The day at the club, I was the friend you sent someone to distract so you could bring her upstairs.” I tell him and his eyes widen slightly.
“I’m sorry about that Miss Grace. I didn’t recognize you.” He says politely in contrast to his scary, brooding aura.
“So, you do know Melissa.” He says to h
