Her Prince of Darkness

Chapter One - Andrea

"Mother, be reasonable," I exhaled. The last four months were supposed to be a magical time. I was pregnant with my first child, albeit by mistake, but the child was still wanted.

"No, Andrea!" my mother snapped through the phone speaker. "I am being reasonable. Greyson makes more than enough money."

"I'm not asking for money," I countered. I drew a shaky breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I was simply asking if you still had my baby stuff." Why was this turning into an argument? I don't even know how Greyson's money came into this equation.

Sure he made enough money to support several homes, but that didn't mean I wanted any of it. Even though he gave me a credit card, I barely used it. The most expensive thing I bought wasn't even for myself. It was a crib for our baby, and he got angry that I paid for it.

"You can buy new things. Your baby things are going to your sister, Sasha. She needs them more than you. You can afford it." My mother's words were like a stab to the heart. It doesn't matter if she did need them more, they were mine, and she could have at least asked. Sasha was also four years older than me, had a job, and a husband that loved her. John made plenty of money himself, they didn't need my things too.

I didn't bother to say anything more. I was too tired to deal with this. I had just cleaned the entire penthouse, and went grocery shopping. My mother's phone call only drained me more. I stood from the kitchen chair, cradling the soft swell of my bump as I walked to the bedroom.

"Ma'am?" Ethan Davis, my bodyguard, asked. His brows were furrowed tightly together in concern.

"I'm fine." I responded in a curt whisper.

The bedroom was just as dull in the different shades of grey as the rest of the penthouse. Greyson sure did live up to his name. However, I was exhausted, drained, and just wanted to sleep.

I curled into the grey comforter, holding a pillow into my chest as I tried to sleep. I didn't even care if I never saw my mother again after this. Four months of not caring, of neglect from my own family. It was hard enough that I was in a different province but to not have her support was killing me.

I felt the bed dip as someone sat beside me. A large calloused hand brushed a strand of hair from my face.

"Andrea, wake up." A male voice commanded rather gruffly. I knew that voice.

Greyson.

"Mm," I grumbled, pulling the blanket tighter to my body. I didn't want to get up. I was tired, I wanted to sleep. What? It's cold

"Now, Andrea. You need to eat." Greyson's gruff voice warned. The blanket was pulled from my grasp. "Don't make me force feed you."

"Okay, okay." I push myself up, lazily. I stretched my arms above my head, and my toes out towards the bottom of the bed. My groggy mind cleared a little more as my eyes opened. Greyson was still wearing his suit—he just got home. "Hey."

"Come on, Mrs. Carson made you dinner." Greyson's voice was gruff and clipped as he spoke of his housekeeper. He didn't hate her, but she was expendable to him. Everything to him was, except me and our baby. He had made that very clear. Even Ethan could be replaced. Greyson would never fire him from his guard, he would just never guard me again.

Still tired, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood to my feet. Greyson's large hand rested on the small of my back as he led me from our bedroom.

This wasn't a place I wanted a child to grow up in. It was too...fancy. It was too cold for a child. There were no emotions put into the decor of the house. It was simply blah. Perfect for a man who only existed in the shade of his name.