Okay, sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorry for the long wait! I feel terrible! I WILL TRY TO UPDATE FASTER! And another thing: Got two more reviews about me being to young and all that shit. I don't even want to say something to them, just do me a favor: If you are going to tell me that I and my stories sucks, please have a account! Don't be a coward and quit the guest reviews! Thank you.

Taylor's POV:

The Boss is pissed. Not good. Very, not good.

"How the fuck did it happen?" He yells at us.

"I… Uh… Uh…," I stutter.

He run his fingers through his hair. "Now everybody know that I'm with Ana and I have Hope. The paparazzi's will be all over us!"

Boy, he is really pissed! He squeeze his nose bridge and mumbles, "Ana is going to kill me."

Oh, shit! Ana! Christian bought a TV for her room; she has probably already seen it!

"I can assure you, Sir, that it will never happen again," I say and keep my eyes on the ground.

"I do really hope so," He snapped. He is furious.

Sawyer runs into the room, red headed and out of breath, "Mrs. Lincoln are in the living room," He says.

"What the fuck is going on with this security?" Christian yells, before storming out.

Christian's POV:

I walk into the living room, watching Elena who was trying to convince Mrs. Jones, that Ana was bad for me.

"I mean… What does he even know about her? She could just be some whore who was after his money! In my opinion you need to know a person for years before doing things like… that," She wrinkled her nose at the last word.

"Nobody asked for you opinion," Mrs. Jones said and walked out of the room.

Go Gail!

Elena's face became redder than her lipstick. She opened her mouth to, no doubt, coming with a harsh comment, but I interrupted her before she could:

"Elena," I said through clenched teeth, "Why do I own this… Pleasant surprise?" I asked.

She smiled a, in her case, heartwarming smile. "Christian," She said, "Well, I just thought that we hadn't seen each other in a long, and then I hear about that woman, so I thought that we needed to talk."

"Then talk," I said and sat down on the couch opposite her. Ana had me realize what kind of a sick and twisted monster she is. But apparently, she couldn't see it herself.

Her smile faded a bit, but quickly remained in place. "Well," She stated, "You are probably wondering why I are here," She said looking at me, searching my face for any signs of emotions.

"I'm dying of curiosity," I said, keeping my pokerface on. "Do please enlighten me," I said sarcastically

She ignored my sarcastically tone and continued speaking, "I am here, because I have the perfect solution to your… Little problem." She looked rather smug as she told me.

I frowned, "What problem?" I rested my hands on my knees. Her mind was truly stopped working.

She rolled her eyes at me, obvious pissed of that I couldn't follow her. "The brat of course! The on-" I interrupted her, before she could finish that sentences. "I'm not getting rid of Hope! I don't know what makes you think that I would want to get rid of her, but that's not gonna happen."

She rolled her eyes as if I was a little child, "Christian, I understand that you have a feeling that you need to protect her, but you don't have to! There are people whose job is to do stuff like that. And what about Julie? She's a perfect nice young lady

I was seeing red. I couldn't stand the noise of her little voice, the cold perfect voice, who masked for hate and envy.

"Taylor," I said through my teeth, "Please escort Mrs. Lincoln out."

Her eyes went up in her hairline and her mouth went so round and big, that you could get a baseball into her mouth and she still would be able to breath.

Her face went from white to blue to red in a matter of seconds. She looked like she was ready to explode.

And she did.

"You!" She yelled as Taylor and Sawyer removed her from my sight. "You can't do this to me! You owe me everything! I made you who you are. If it wasn't for me, you would be in jail. You would be rotting in jail, because you had no fucking clue what to do with your life!"

I starred coldly into her eyes as they hold her, "You're right. You made me. And Ana is going to fix me."

She opened her mouth and screamed like a mad man as they carried her out.

"Daddy? " Someone ask from behind me. I turn around and watch as Hope walks over to me with a plate with some pancakes.

"Do you want one? " She asks.

I smile and sit squatting in front of her, "They look delicious." I take one and takes a bite of it, "Mmmh, they are delicious."

She moves from one her left foot to the right one. I whip her chin up and look her strait in the eyes, "Okay, tell me what's going on?"

"Who is that woman? And why does she hates mummy and me?" She asked quickly.

I opened and closed my mouth a few times before I knew what to say. "She was a friend of mine once. She liked me for a while and she's really jealous of mummy and you."

She nodded and looked like she was trying to understand. She looked down at me, frowning her forehead, "But why doesn't like me?"

"Because she wants to have a child with me, but I have a child with your mummy." I tried to explain it to her.

"Okay!" She nodded really fast.

"Good." I got up and smiled down to her, taking her hand. "Shall we go eat some more pancakes?"

She nodded and started walking, but stopped after a few steps, "But daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Who is the child that you have with mummy?"

I laughed and messed up her hair, "It's you sweetie!"

"Oh!" She said. "Okay, now we can eat pancakes!"