Chapter 112

• VICTORIA'S POV
• From the ceiling to the curtains to the floor my eyes rolled vaguely, my mind was thinking of nothing else, how was Ace Samson's son? At least to the best of my knowledge, I wasn't that promiscuous not to know who my child's father was.
• The land line on my dressing table rang, I was sure that it was my secretary, I had no desire to be at work today, everything was happening so fast and for the first time in many years, fear gripped me. I remained curled up in my bed covered with a duvet, desiring for just one person-- Alexandra to walk in and go into the kitchen and make my favourite cookies, to tell Ace endless tales which I'm sure could have never occurred.