Chapter Twenty

**Greyson**

Waking up next to Gen this morning, watching the way she shyly slid from the bed hiding her body as if we have not been entangled in one another through the night got me thinking about all the time’s id woken up next to a woman.

All the times I wish for them to get up and leave quickly, often leaving Beverly to deal make them breakfast and show them out while I worked in my office.

This morning, however, wanted her to stay, I wanted to ask her how she slept and what her plans are for the day while we sip coffee, but my own plans had changed that, and we only had an hour to get to the airport.

In the car on the drive, I notice how she is playing with her hands the way she does when she is nervous or uncomfortable and she screws her nose up every so often as if she is deep in disagreement with herself.

I am about to as she is okay when my jacket buzzes the soft vibrations forcing me to take it out and answer it.

*Mr Maddox Sir*

“I’m hoping there is a reason you have called while I’m about to board my flight “

*, Of course, Sir, we have a problem at the office *

“What do you mean a problem”.

I follow Gen onto the plane as she takes her seat smiling at me.

*Well Sir its Miss Alston, she is in your office and she is refusing to leave*

“Just have security escort her out, what a waste of my time”.

*Mr Maddox, we tried but when they went to the grab her, she *

He stumbles with his words.

“What’s the issue”.

*She began to scream that we cannot remove her it will hurt your baby*

I feel my face drop my hands get sweaty.

“I’ll be right there”.

I click the phone to see Gen staring at me, I rush past her without saying a word and head of the plane onto the tarmac to speak to the captain.

I hear her footsteps behind me.

“Greyson wait, please “

I stop and face her, a thousand thoughts going through my mind.

“Greyson what’s the matter?”

I force a smile.

“It’s nothing there’s just been a slight issue at work, it might delay our trip to the Maldives, but I’ve asked for the jet to take you to Hawaii instead and I’ll meet you there later tonight”.

“You’re leaving me alone?”

I see the hurt in her eyes switch to anger and I do not know if she can tell I’m lying I don’t stop to find out I turn away from her and get back in the car, Instruction Jack to get me to the office as fast as he can.

When I look back, I see Gen walking back onto the plane, I should care about what I’ve done but can’t at least not until I’ve cleared this up with Brittany.

I do not know how this could have happened I was always so careful with her, the last thing I would ever want is a baby with a woman like her, she’s in this for the money and cares not for who she’s sleeping with only for what they leverage they can provide her with.

Walking into the office the atmosphere is stale and I ensure my presents keeps it that way if anyone says a word about what’s going on, they’d be out of the job quicker than they draw a breath of protest.

I reach my office and two security guards are stood outside along with Dale who normally covers Vicky’s holiday.

“Mr Maddox I am so sorry we have had to call you in “

I raise my hand imploring him to stop speaking and enter my office closing the door behind me.

“Greyson you came!”

She stands from her seat and flings her arms around me as if we were hopelessly in love, I shove her off me to sit her down and take a seat opposite her.
“Greyson Baby what’s wrong I thought you’d be happy when you heard the news “

Her High-pitched voice and fake smile make me grimace inside.

“Brittany, I’m not sure there is anything to be happy about. What’s to say you’re even telling the truth?”

“I Wouldn’t lie about this I am pregnant, and it is yours “

The defiance in her voice and face would suggest she is not lying but I’m still sceptical.

“If you don’t want me and your baby Greyson I can just leave, I’m sure I can sell the story and set us up for life”.

Her words snap me out of my trance, and I realise I have not responded to her statement.

“There will be no need for that Brittany, I would like A DNA test if the child proves to be mine then ill care for it “

She starts crying in her heads in her hands.

“Oh, I’m so happy you’re going to care for us Greyson”.

She wipes her eyes, and the tears leave streaks in her makeup.

“What do you mean, look after you, I said I would care for the child if it is mine”.

“Greyson, I have nowhere to go, if you want to care for this child, you’re going to need to help me”.

“What do you mean you have nowhere to go? what happened to your apartment”.

“I lost it months ago I was living with Vicky and when your fired her she kicked me out, I don’t have anywhere to go it’s one of the reasons I came here to get the father of my child’s help”.

She stands from her chair and heads toward the door.

“Brittany waits”.

She stops turning to me. She knows me well enough to know I would not see her without particularly if she is carrying my child.

“I will put you up in a hotel until I find more suitable accommodation”.

She nods and we quietly exit the room into the lift I motion for one of the security guards to follow us, he will be assigned to her to make sure no harm comes to her until the truth is out.

I arrange for Brittany to stay at a hotel just around the corner from my place when we get out, I usher her quickly inside and get her situated in the suit.

“It is too early for us to do a DNA test yet, until then you are to remain here. If you need anything the security guard and hotel staff can get it for you”

She nods and motions for me to sit with her, I decline.

“Will, you do not stay with me tonight Greyson?”

She’s flattering her eyelashes at me the way she used to, the way I would so easy succumb too before but now all I can think of his Gen walking onto the plane alone.

“I have a wife who is waiting for me to join her on our honeymoon”.

“You really married that nobody, when you could have had me?”

“I married Genevieve, yes, and she’s twice the woman you’ll ever be”.

I turn and leave Brittany with the bitter taste in her mouth, and the weight feels lighter just from thinking of being in the presents of Gen in a few hours.

**Genevieve**

Sitting in the seat on the plane I was in complete shock. He left me to go on our honeymoon alone.

Last night I thought there was a possibility that he might be feeling some type of way, the way we were wrapped around one another in our sleep.

His tone was ice cold and then he just walked away and the whole thing has just gone downhill from there, as soon as I arrived at the hotel the staff were looking at me like I was a sad woman who has gone on her honeymoon alone.

They took me to this huge suite and showed me around it, its beautiful Giant bathtub that overlooked the beach, the red petals adorning the bed and the clerk showing me all of this with a pity heavy in his eyes.

I sit on the deck outside overlooking the Hawaiian Sunset, crying my eyes out wondering how the hell my life got to this point.

I’m on one of my dream islands, landing here on a private jet to a stunning hotel. Alone.

Completely alone.

I have been so foolish, I let myself relax and this is the outcome.
I wipe my eyes and recompose myself; Greyson might be a dick and left me to come here alone but it is damned if I wasn’t going to enjoy it.

I head inside changing into a bikini outside is still warm and luckily the pool is heated, I spend 30 minutes swimming back and forth and then my phone starts to buzz nonstop. A small part of me is hoping its Greyson apologising for leaving me.

I pick it up and see several missed calls and texts from Alex.

*Gen pick up*

*Gen I have something important to tell you*

*Gen, you cannot ignore me forever*

*Look I am sorry for what I did, but you have to pick up*

I read the rest of the texts all with the same tone, lots of storeys and I did not mean it and please answer Me’s.

Then the picture flashes up.

My heart beats in my throat and I cannot seep to gulp it down.

It is a news article showing Greyson with his arm around the blond woman from his office heading into a hotel, the optimist in me wants to believe this was taken another day but he’s wearing the clothes he had on when he left me.

Instead of feeling sadness, I feel rage, He told me before that she was nothing to him and yet he seemed to drop me and go to her, she must have been the one on the phone to him when we were on the plane.

I am sat in shock when the phone buzzes again. This time its Greyson.

*Gen, I will be with you soon. Something came up at work that couldn’t be left, I’m on my way now and I can’t wait to show you one of my favourite places “

I slam the phone down; he’s lying to me. All this time he said things about things that could hurt his company and me not doing anything to jeopardize that and here is on the front of a tabloid only a few days after we have been married.

I shower and throw on some clothes, then head to reception to check myself into another room thankful that he paid me half the money upfront.

He has another thing coming if he thinks that I am going to wait in that honeymoon suite and share his bed with him after this.

Throwing myself on the bed I wonder why I am even concerned the contracts states to not fall in love with him and here I am breaking the rules. Not anymore.

I must have fallen asleep in my anger and tiredness because I am rudely awoken by the sounds of someone banging on my door.

“Gen are you in there what’s wrong”.

I rub my eyes and scramble to find the light, as I switch it on, I hear the door unclick and Greyson comes running inside the room.

“Gen, what’s wrong why are you in here and not in our room”.

I do not respond just stand and head to the shower locking the door behind me so he can’t get in.

He bangs on the door again.

“Gen what the hell is going on, this is supposed to be our honeymoon”.

I open the door to face him.

“Your right this is supposed to be our honeymoon, but this is all fake remember? Or did you forget when left me on the runway to go and see that blond friend of yours “

I see the panic in his face.

“Gen I can explain”.

I push past him and put my suitcase on the bed rummaging for pyjamas.

“There’s nothing to explain, the terms of our contact are clear you can sleep with whomever you wish”.

“I didn’t… look it’s not “

He is not forming full sentences and I’m too tired to try and navigate his excuses.

“Greyson if you don’t mind, I’d like to go to bed, could you please leave. I’ll be up and ready tomorrow, so we can go out in public for the sake of the cameras, which I assume, is the whole reason we are on this trip”.

I push past him and head back into the bathroom leaning against the wall waiting for him to move, A few seconds later I hear the door slam and I slide down the door questioning why I ever agreed to this.