CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lorelei
Pregnant. I am pregnant.
“What do I say to him?” I ask myself with a sigh.
At the moment, I intend to keep the news to myself. Not my grandmother, not Katherine, not anyone. I will keep this to myself as I try to figure out what to do next, but one thing is sure: I intend to keep this baby no matter what anyone has to say.
“Is everything alright, ma’am?” My driver asks.
“Yes, just a bit tired,” I manage a weak smile.
Despite how much I tried to assure them that I could get to the airport without bodyguards, they had insisted on following me. Desmond had made it clear to them that I am not to walk anywhere unaccompanied.
He probably won’t like this.
I look at the locket containing the pictures of my parents, and I think about how excited they would have been to hear this news.
I have always looked forward to being a parent, but now, I am not so sure.
The car pulls up close to the hangar, and I get out, thanking my bodyguard as I head straight to the jet waiting to take me to Velhaven.
I still can’t get used to the idea that I now fly a private jet everywhere I need to go.
“Welcome on board, Mrs. Sinclair,” the air hostess greets me with a smile.
I manage a smile as I get on board the jet, but the truth is that I am exhausted. The past two days have been a lot, and I can say that I have seen enough to last me for a lifetime.
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Logan was that kind of person. To me, he has always been one of the few people I can depend on at work. I never for once thought he had such feelings for me.
I shiver at what he had described as his love for me.
I have been so oblivious to the fact that this man has been paying close attention to my life.
He has pictures of me, he mentioned that he had once tried to break into my apartment at night, and he knows things about my grandmother that I never told him.
I just couldn’t help but wonder if Desmond had not stepped into my life. If Logan had made the same offer as Desmond, I would have accepted, and that would have been my doom.
I let out a sigh as I think about the past few days.
Paul had decided that he wasn’t going to hang around, and Logan had offered to drive him to town.
Of course, when Logan returned, I knew instantly that Paul never made it to town.
The blood splatter on Logan’s face and clothes indicates that Paul had met a terrible end.
Such a shame!
I wouldn’t exactly say that Paul has had it coming, but the truth is, he has always lived on the riskier side of life. Drugs, fraud, and blaming everyone for everything that has ever happened to him, sooner or later, karma would have caught up to him with time.
“Logan still shouldn’t have killed him,” I mutter under my breath.
I still can’t believe that Logan has been hovering over me for eternity. I mean, I always interpreted his actions as kindness and nothing special.
It's not your fault!
Yet Paul had died for it. Logan explains that he has been monitoring Paul for a long time. In fact, he had reached out to Paul, trying to befriend him. He made it so that Paul had ended things and stayed away until now.
It’s a bit worrying that the men around me have always been a little bit unhinged.
Maybe Desmond is just like that, and I have yet to discover.
No, Desmond is different. A man who would go to any extreme to protect me.
I think back to the moment he had stepped into the cabin.
The fear and concern in his eyes made me realize that Desmond truly cares about me.
I can’t believe I failed to see just how much he cares for me.
My perception of how we got together has completely clouded me from seeing the truth in front of me.
“Mrs. Sinclair, we’ll be descending right now,” the same air hostess who had welcomed me earlier tells me.
Landing goes quite smoothly, and I get off the jet where a private limousine sent by Sinclair Holdings is waiting for me.
“Mrs. Sinclair, my name is Augustus, and I am meeting you privately on an important matter.”
Something isn’t right, and I carefully assess the man standing right in front of me. He stands a few inches taller than I, and from his dressing, mannerisms, and countenance, he reminds me of Timothy. I am not sure exactly why he wants to meet with me, but I don’t have a good feeling about this.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you should try to meet with me,” I say, looking around, wondering what exactly is going on.
“I mean no harm, Mrs. Sinclair. I represent someone whose interests align with yours,” he nods towards the limousine, and I accept that I can’t get out of the meeting.
I enter the limousine and notice a man sitting right opposite me. He is dressed in a luxurious suit, his calm demeanor, besides many things, unsettling me.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Lorelei Bennet, or I guess I should call you Lorelei Sinclair, since you are married to my son.”
I am meeting with Alexander Sinclair, my father-in-law, and the dreadful feeling I felt before I stepped into the car turned into pure horror.