Only his

Ch25

Nobody's POV

Drew was the first to wake that morning. He glanced over at his baby—still fast asleep, peaceful as ever. Quietly, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. He headed to the bathroom to wash up, freshen himself, then dressed sharp in one of his tailored suits. After getting ready, he made his way downstairs to find his parents, brother, and sister-in-law already gathered in the living room, deep in conversation.

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Drew's POV

I took my usual seat at the table. The maid, Juanita, appeared quietly with my breakfast—scrambled eggs, bacon, toast—laid out just how I liked it. As I ate, I kept one eye on the family, catching bits of their talk while sipping my coffee. The calm before the storm, I thought. Moments like these were rare, and I planned to savor it as much as possible.

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Karen's POV

I woke up alone this morning, which honestly was a relief. Drew's intensity sometimes overwhelmed me, so having space to breathe felt good. I got up, washed my face, brushed my hair, and picked out some comfortable clothes. When I went downstairs, I found everyone talking quietly with one another. I greeted them softly, "Good morning," and they returned my greeting warmly.

I sat down next to Drew just as the maid arrived with my breakfast. I thanked her quietly and began eating, still a little distracted by the tension hanging in the air.

Once I finished, I stood to leave the table, planning to head upstairs to get ready for the day. But before I could move, Drew's hand grabbed my wrist firmly.

"Where you going?" he asked.

"Upstairs," I answered, trying to keep my tone calm.

He shook his head. "Naw, we're going to the living room."

I could only nod, feeling the frustration simmer inside me.

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Karen's Thoughts:
Like damn, I can't even go back upstairs. I know he wants to take me home, and this man is seriously getting on my last nerve.

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Nobody's POV

Everyone filed into the living room and settled in to watch a movie. The mood was heavy, but the distraction of the film helped ease some tension. A few hours passed before Drew stood up and addressed his family.

"Aye, Pops, Ma, we finna head out."

His father nodded, "Ight, son."

Drew reached for Karen's hand and gently pulled her up. They walked outside together to the car. Drew opened Karen's door, helped her in, then slid into the driver's seat and started the engine.

Karen looked over at him nervously. "Can I go home?" she asked quietly.

Drew's voice was firm. "No, you're coming back to our house."

Under her breath, Karen muttered, "That's not my home."

Drew caught it. "What'd you say?"

She stayed silent.

He smirked darkly. "Oh, okay. I thought you were gonna sit there and be a good girl for me. We're going home, you understand me, baby? 'Cause if you don't, I'll make you understand."

Karen swallowed hard. "Yes, I understand you."

He squeezed her hand. "Thank you, baby."