A Little Bit Married

Slow Unravel

I felt my chest immediately tighten. Our son? She and Gray? That was...

I brought my hand to my chest, my body feeling too cold. A son? Between them? Did Samantha even know about this? Was it really Gray's son?

Gray didn't say a word, and I suddenly felt his scent filling me up. I stayed there, trying my best not to give too much of a reaction.

I could feel him come extremely close, and at this point, if I had a way to stop my rapidly beating heart so he wouldn't know that I was awake, I wasn't sure I would be able to say no.

"Gray," she said, her voice filled with desperation now. "What did I do so wrong? Why won't you even give me one more chance to prove how worthy..."

"Get out."

I bit down on my tongue hard, my chest heaving.

"Gray, please just..."

"Leave. Right now. I will call you to check on Damien."

She let out a sigh, before I heard the sounds of footsteps walking away, and then the door closed.

There was a long minute of silence before, and suddenly, I felt Gray come even closer to me. His breath fanned my face, warm and pretty, and I could immediately give into his warmth.

I felt his fingers gently hold my hand, and my brows furrowed in confusion. What was he doing?

For a long while, he just held my hand in place, and I wanted to see what spices ge normally used all year.

"You can sit up now," he said, and I felt my heart skip.

I tried to stay sleeping, but I knew it was no use. He already knew I was awake. My eyes opened and met his astonishingly beautiful ones, and my breath immediately caught in my throat.

I blinked, then bit down on my lips. "Sorry, I woke up a long time ago."

"I know that," he said, then pulled away. I watched as he started to put distance between us, his hands going to his pockets.

"Is he really your son?"

He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to me. "What if he was?"

"Why does no one at home seem to know?"

He shrugged. "Because I don't want them to."

"But Gray, the deserve to. They..."

"They honestly don't have a say in my businness."

"Your business is a child right now!"

"My child."

I swallowed hard. "Gray."

"We should go home."

Before I could say anything more, he turned away. I fixed my hair and shoes, and once I was done, Gray came behind me. Without a word, he reached out and held my hand, his fingers wrapping mine up completely, his eyes facing away from me.

We didn't say a word to each other till we got down, and once we got to the car. He let me go. I sighed uncomfortably, then leaned back into the car.

Gray had a son?

He didn't seem like the type to run around and make stupid mistakes. So how could it have happened? Why did he not seem so keen on telling anyone despite the fact that it felt like they were all, or mostly afraid of him?

I turned to his profile. He was leaned back, his eyes closed, his index and small finger pinching the bridge of his nose.

I watched him for the longest while, before I turned away then sighed, my eyes closing briefly. The house was deadly quiet when we tot back, and without waiting for any sort of pleasantries or announcements of being home, Gray went upstairs.

I waited back, checking on Aunt Althea first, before heading upstairs. I wasn't too in the mood to get chewed out by Aunt Maurine, especially what happened at the office with her favourite daughter in law.

I walked up slowly, then stopped in front of the door as I got the room. I couldn't hear anything at all.

Sighing, I pushed the door open and stepped in. The room was dark, and I could hear the sound of the shower.

Gray must have gone straight to take a shower instead of checking anything. I removed my shoe, then walked around the bed and started to remove the jewellery when I heard a bit of movement in bed.

My brows furrowed, and I turned to the bed. I was sure there was supposed to be no one in there. Because if Gray was in bed, then who was in the shower?

The shower went off and Gray suddenly emerged, a robe tied around him, his hair falling in front of his eyes.

"Wait," I whispered, and he stopped, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"What?"

"Could you turn on the lights?"

He didn't argue with me and, instead, walked away. Soon, the lights came on, and I gasped, just as Gray returned to me.

Samantha was lying in our bed, obviously naked and only partly covered by the thin sheets, s*x tools sprawled around the bed. She was asleep, her hair sprawled around, her body petite under the covers.

I turned to Gray, and he looked expressionless, except I could see the anger behind his blankness.