His alarm went off at 6am, beckoning him to arise for the day. With a swift kiss to my forehead he gets up and changes into his workout gear "I've set the alarm for seven, so you can go back to sleep and get up later. But seriously, if you're still feeling a little off, I'd rather you stay in bed.

I roll over so I can see him. "Don't worry about me, I'll be there."

He comes back to my side "if you insist." He kisses me on the lips. But knowing his lips were on another woman yesterday, was enough to make me want to vomit. With that he leaves the room, closing the bedroom door behind him.

I wait a few moments until I'm sure he's gone.

Tossing the covers back I rush to the closet. I grab my nearest suitcase and begin shoving clothing into my suitcase.

After a moment of taking deeps breathes I stop. I need to be smart. He can't know what I'm doing. "Ugh shit!" I curse to nobody but myself. Why do I always get myself into such fucked up situations? Does someone up there have something against me?

Alright, everything needs to be taken in moderation this morning or else he's going to know that my things are missing. I start by taking a few of everything, shoes, panties, bras, Sleepwear, shirts, pants and skirts. Ok, I look around. Nothing looks out of place. Quickly I zip up my suitcase, placing it back where it came from and hop into bed.

Maybe if I take one of my bigger purses I can fit some extra shit in? Then it'll take less time for us to pack everything, we only have so long that a congratulatory lunch can go for, especially when your husband runs a multi billion dollar company.

The alarm goes off and I quickly smack the clock, putting the consistent blaring to an end. I hate alarms.

It only took Grayson two seconds later to enter the room, dripping in sweat. Is it bad that I really want to have shower sex with him right now?

I mentally smack myself across the face.

He cheated on you, remember? And he did it on your wedding day!

Ok that was enough to to get me to stop. He enters the bathroom and closes the door behind him. I'd have to wait until he finished with his shower.

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"You know, you could've joined me?"

I roll my eyes, shutting the bathroom door in his face and lock the door so he doesn't get any ideas. Being closed in this room, knowing he can't get in does make me feel a little better. I can think and do whatever I want freely, not having to lie to his stupid face!

I let the warm spray relax my tense muscles. All this stress can't be good for the baby. Oh god the baby. I look down at my stomach, there was a small bump. It wouldn't be noticeable with the right clothing. So no tight skirts and blouses.

"You're going to totally fuck up my super cute fashion." I grumble at the stupid thing.

How on earth am I going to afford to pay for this child? Before my arrangement with Grayson, I was barely paying for myself. New York is an expensive city.

What if I have to move?...again. The last thing I want to do is drop everything and leave for the second time.

New York's a big enough city. I mean, as long as I stay away from the fancy pants restaurants and shit. I'll be good as gold! I already know the places he spends most of his time, I know his routine. Yeah, I'll be fine.

Still not feeling great I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body. Hesitantly I unlock the door and step into our bedroom. Well now his.

I enter the closet where he's adjusting his tie. The smirk is evident on his face when he sees me in just a skimpy towel.

"Could you help me out?" He gestures to his tie.

Giving him a small smile I walk over and step in front of him so I'm facing his chest. I grip the tie, doing my best to stop my hands from shaking.

"Are your boobs bigger?" I frown looking down. Indeed they are. Swollen and huge. I can't believe I hadn't seen it before, I thought I was gaining weight and that's why my clothes didn't fit right anymore.

I clear my throat "no, it's just the way I've wrapped the towel, giving the appearance that they look bigger."

"Oh?" He speaks with a cheeky wink grasping my waist.

"We don't have time."

"You're such a tease." I tighten the tie and pat his chest.

"Done, now get out so I can change."

He frowns "you haven't cared about that for a while now."

"Well I do today. So shoo." He doesn't argue, just sighs and closes the closet door behind him. I'm thankful he doesn't argue, or else I'd wind up in tears. I'm not really sure how much longer I can go with being around him before I break down.

Riffling through my clothes looking for lose fitting items I find a baggy white sweater and tuck it into a pair of wide legged pants. I make sure to tuck the sweater in slightly so the baggy part still falls over my bump. Now for shoes. Can pregnant women wear heels? Surely, I'm still at an early stage. I grab my black jimmy choos and put them on.

I grab a large leather tote bag and shove my hairbrush, tooth brush, razors and a few products in the bottom of the bag, covering it with files and stationary.

Looking at the time, I'm a little behind schedule so I rush down the stairs to see Grayson holding the elevator for me. I step on not saying a word. I know he knows somethings up. I've been trying to act normal but that's kind of hard when you're in a very physical relationship.

He pulls me into his side, kissing my temple "ready for work?"

I scoff "duh, I've been waiting to come back since forever."

His smiles genuine which hurts all the more "there's my girl, I'm glad to see you're back to your normal self." He pecks my lips and leads me out to the car.

Getting in I of course distract myself with work, I'm like my husband, an unfortunate workaholic.

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We exit the elevator onto our floor, his hand has remained on the small of my back since we left the car.

I approach my desk where I see a cup of coffee and what looks like an açai bowl. "I had it delivered since you were running behind this morning."

He whispers into my ear, the hairs on my neck stand to his attention. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

I give him a swift kiss and sit down at my desk while he continues to the office. I wasn't seated for two seconds when Marie came running, and I mean running in six inch stilettos. How has that woman not broken her leg?"

"You're finally here!" She reaches down hugging me dearly. I appreciate the sentiment so I hug her back. She's really become my rock and my best friend throughout this whole situation.

I let her go so she can take a seat opposite my desk. "Is the plan still in action?"

"Yes. I even packed a suitcase and bought a few things in my bag to save us some time."

"Ok good. Ricky's going to meet us there as soon as he can."

"Thank you. Just, for everything." She smiles at my remark and grabs my hand.

"Of course, you're like my best friend."

"Same here, I know it's childish but I've never had one before and I'm so happy that I finally do."

"Always babe. Now, do you think you can hold out for another three hours?"

"I don't really have much of a choice."

Her smiles sad. I expected it but I don't want her pity. She looks down "coffee?"

"Grayson got it for me. You should have it. I can't."

She grabs the cup and takes a swig "thanks, I'll see you soon. You'll be fine and after today you can relax."

She walks away and I watch her. Will I be able to relax? Will I ever be able to relax knowing that my child's father will be around somewhere? It's something to adjust to that for sure.

I take my breakfast and eat it even though I'm not hungry, baby's gotta stay healthy and eat. Speaking of which I desperately need to book a doctors appointment.

The three hours go by in a blur. With all the paper work, meetings and nerves. I'm a wreck. It doesn't help that I've had to be around my oh so affectionate husband for most of it.

Im staring down at some contracts when he exits his office and stops in front of my desk. "I know I was planning on taking you for lunch-" I feel my breakfast making its way up my throat. "-but I got a call from Peter McDowell, Marie's dad-" for fuck sake I already know! Now fuck off so I can throw up! "-anyway, I'm sorry baby. I'll make sure to keep you updated." He blows me a kiss and walks away.

I wait for as long as I can, wishing he'd walk faster. Until I can't hold it in any longer. I don't have time to run to the bathroom so I do the next best thing and throw up in my paper waste basket.

"Whoa! Maybe you shouldn't be at work if you're vomiting."

"Go away Mason, I'm not in the mood." There's only a small window of time for Marie and I to get to the penthouse and get my shit out of there.

"What's up your ass?"

"Look Mason I can't do this today." Instead of leaving he takes a seat like Marie did earlier.

"Are you ok? Grayson text me this morning saying you were acting odd. He's putting it on food poisoning but he knows that can't be it."

Now I'm anxious. Fuck. "Mason, my relationship with your brother is between me and him."

"Ok I get it. It's none of my business. Just please don't hurt him."

"Of course not." I am evil. Pure evil. I just lied straight through my teeth to the man I loved twin.

He doesn't say anymore, just stands and leaves.

I grab my bag and look for Marie. I find her in her office shutting down her computer. When she spots me she quickens her pace and we leave together.

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We get to the apartment without any trouble. Marie has a load of boxes in the back of her car so we can get things packed quickly. Marie has everything prepared to get my things sorted and out. She's got tape, boxes and has been texting Ricky non stop.

Ricky's stuck with a client at the moment but is closing it up.

Her dad doesn't know what's going on, all he knows is that his daughters trusting him so he's going to text her when they're headed back to the office. By then I'll be long gone.