Katherine's POV
"My sweetheart," George greeted as I stepped into the huge living room, pulling me into a wide embrace.
I smiled and leaned into the comfort of his arms. I really needed the hug, after what I had endured today at the mercy of his grandson. I wrapped my hands around his old form and breathed in his usual cologne.
He was one of the few old people I knew who smelled so good and I was convinced having a whole lot of money had something to do with it.
"How are you?" he asked as he pulled away, peering into my face.
I didn't have to force a smile for him. Being here made all the stress end that I wondered why I had been reluctant to come. I preferred this to being curled up on my bed and crying my soul out till I slept off.
"I'm fine." I replied with a nod.
"And how is my little champ doing in his growing apartment?" he asked with a wag of his eyebrow.
