24. A million more questions!

Aubrianne Ivanov POV.

I knew in my heart that the questions would not leave me until then. Until then, it would continue to plague my mind until I could speak with Mr. Ivan Grey.

They kept playing on my mind and piling up, too, annndd then thinking about the endless scenarios. Taking in a deep breath, I let it out, sighing heavily.

Wow, this is too much! I haven't earned this yet, I don't deserve it, and this is strange. "Please, I can't accept this," I, out of nowhere, murmured almost to myself, feeling a bit undeserving of all this.

Daniel came sauntering towards me, telling me yet again his favorite line, "strict orders were given, this," gesturing with his hands as he stretched them out with flare, "is no mistake, I assure you."

That didn't make me feel any better. As a matter of fact, I felt worse. Trying to stay optimistic, I said, "very well."

But then I blurted out what I needed to know.

"Question!" I sat on the edge of the bed. I was exhausted from all the things that were ru