Kristina's POV

I open my eyes, rub away sleep and sit up in my bed. I hear his soft breathing and see his chest go up and down. I stand up and straight my pjs which consist of a teal tank top and pink boxer shorts.

I remember last night; we were in the club grinding on each other, just enjoying the music. Afterwards he and I went to get tacos after the club. They were real Mexican tacos and I laughed when he poured the sauce on that was too spicy for him. Visions of him gulping down water make me laugh a little.

We came back here and he was saying goodnight to me. Somehow we ended up in my room and he passed out on my bed. I sent his driver away telling him Johnny would be spending the night here. And now I'm awake and he's still asleep. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later I'm dressed in a simple tank top and shorts and am pulling out of the parking lot near my apartment. I just need to go clear my head, think for awhile because everything is moving so fast. Waking up next to Johnny this morning felt so right but at the same time scared me a little bit because it was so new to me. So now I'm just driving trying not to think about Johnny when he wakes up and I find myself someplace familiar.

Greystone has always been a place that I was familiar with but it never really felt like a safe place. And that has nothing to do with the big guards standing by the gates. It's my father's house but I never spent as much time there as I wanted to. I've been envious of my siblings who got to spend so much time here with our dad.

As I'm pulling in to the driveway I see my younger sister, Adela walking out the door. Adela is seventeen, she's older than my sister Molly but younger than my brother Morgan. Her mother is Sam McCall Morgan who my mother despises. Mom made sure I spent as little time around Adela and Sam as she could. But Adela's still my sister and we went to the same school from elementary through middle school so we saw each other a lot even if she was a few grades behind me.

"Hey sis, what's up?" I ask parking my car.

She flips her dark hair over her shoulder and stares at me with those chocolate colored eyes. She's petite like her mother so I kind of tower over her.

"What's up is that I'm going home because this place is driving me crazy," she says.

"What's going on? Can't handle dad and his new girlfriend?" I tease.

"You'll see when you get inside," she tells me. "I'm just gonna wait out here for my mom and Jason."

"Wait! But I wanted to talk to you," I say.

"About what?" she asks.

"Johnny. Look you've dated more guys than I have," I start out before she interrupts me.

"Are you calling me a slut?" she asks. "Because I just get bored with hanging with the same guys, I only slept with like two guys."

"I wasn't calling you a slut!" I say waving my hands in the air. "You have more experience than I do, okay! I'm just not sure if I'm ready to take things to the next level."

"Define next level," she says.

"He's never even touched me down there," I whisper.

"Really?" she asks shocked. "Why are you playing the shy virgin? You need him to touch you down there with his lips!"

I can feel the heat coming to my cheeks. I playfully hit her on the arm. "Oh my God!"

"What? I like pleasure but of course you've gotta give to receive," she says.

"I can't," I say holding my hand up. "You're my little sister and you talk about sex like you've been having it for years."

"I'm always careful. And dad says I can come to him about anything. He kept it a secret from my mom when he found out that I lost my virginity."

"That last thing I want to talk to dad about is sex. Besides he'd probably have a heart attack," I say before heading to the door.

"Call me later," Adela says as her mom pulls up.

"I will bye!" I wave before opening the door.

I walk inside the house and don't see anyone in the living room so I figure they're all upstairs.

I approach my father's room where the door is half open. I'm shocked by what's on the other side.

Viviana is sitting on the bed with a baby in her arms and her shirt is open. I so did not expect to walk in on my dad's girlfriend breastfeeding.

"Oh my God!" I say but it comes out much louder than I expected.

"Kristina! What are you doing here?" she asks flustered.

By the time my father gets to the room, she's already buttoned back up her shirt and is busy burping her baby.

"This is what makes you different from all those other women? You have a baby by him?" I ask her. Then I turn to my father. "Why didn't you tell me?"

The baby is a girl, dressed in pink and she looks just like him from her dark shiny hair, to her tan skin, to her dark eyes.

"I was waiting for the right moment. Look I just found out recently myself," he replies.

"I knew he said he didn't want more kids and wasn't sure how he'd react to our baby so I kept it from him. Then he ran into me one day while he was in my neighborhood for business. And he saw me with our daughter and I had to fess up. And thank God he wasn't angry with me. For a month he would visit me every weekend and he'd just spend time with her. Then he decided to move us here," Viviana explains.

"Why would you two keep this a secret? No one would really be surprised that you had another kid. I'm hurt because you didn't tell me the truth," I say upset and turn to leave.

Dad grabs me by the arm. "Hey wait. Don't you wanna get to know your little sister? Her name is Marina."

"Did Adela find out today? Is that why she was so ready to leave?" I ask.

"No she just couldn't take the crying anymore. Marina's been restless all day," he explains.

"So Adela knew when you brought her home?" I ask.

"Well yeah. We're very close. I told her as soon as I find out," he responds.

"Nice to know you value our relationship so little that I'm the last to find out. I don't want anything to do with either of you right now," I tug my arm away. "I'm leaving." I say before storming out ignoring his pleas for me to come back.