GRIFFIN’S POV.
“Tell me you have f*****g news on this bar lady?” I whispered while Mia is still in my room and my Mother somewhere in this f*****g big ass house.
“Sir, I think we should meet up?”
“Just tell me for god’s sake.”
“She claims she got pregnant after having s*x with you Sir.” my entire body went numb, Mia’s voice suddenly becomes clear “I can’t have children of my own.” and it repeats over and over in my head. I throw my phone against the floor and it scatters in peaces all over the floor.
“Sir?” Gretha calls me? But I don’t answer. Instead, I walked to the study and look for the one thing that will make me forget all of this.
Aww, there you are. I crack the bottle open and pour the whiskey down my throat. This whole situation is f****d, and I have no clue where to go
