Who called?

Grace's POV

With my head down, I had gotten into the car. I refused to sit at the back of the car, so I sat in the front passenger's seat. I didn't want to look at the idiot's face.

He had literally held me by the waist and pulled me towards the car, whispering into my ear,

“Don't bother slapping my hand away, pastor Julius and his wife are watching the beautiful couple as they walk to their car along with their beautiful little girl”

I gritted my teeth as I tried not to flare up. When I looked at him, I saw him grinning like a…

Gosh! How did we get here?

My head was starting to ache, I looked out the window as I wondered what would become of me now. All of a sudden, I'm thinking about my life, what will happen to me? Will I continue to remain in Davis's house?

Just then, a phone began to vibrate in my bag. When I checked it, it wasn't mine, but Davis. I forgot I had hidden his phone in my bag during church service.

“It's yours” I passed him the phone, but he held my hand with it, c