Grace’s P.O.V.The next morning, I wake up with a severe headache.“Fuck! Why do I always end up consuming so much alcohol?” I groan, my head pounding from the hangover. As I sit up, I realize I'm wearing Steve’s shirt.How could he take advantage of my drunken state?“Mr. Steve Grey, where are you?” I yell, climbing down the bed, frustration and anger bubbling within me.He emerges from the bathroom, and I glare at him.“Why are you shouting early in the morning? What’s the matter?” He asks in a casual tone, strolling towards me.“What’s the matter? Seriously, Steve, did you forget what happened last night?” I accuse him.“What? I don’t know,” he shrugs, fueling my anger.“You broke the vital rule of our contract by sleeping with me last night.” I snap at him. “You took advantage of my intoxicated state. What happened to your ethics, Steve?”He chuckles, causing my brows to narrow in confusion. “Mrs Temporary Grace, nothing happened between us last night.”“Then why am I in your shir
Steve’s P.O.V.As Grace storms off to the bathroom, I’m left alone with my thoughts and the memories of the previous night.I feel frustrated as I think about how hard it was to clean her up and help her change, all the while trying to resist the undeniable attraction I feel toward her.I can’t deny that Grace is an incredibly alluring woman. Her words and actions, even in a drunken state, made it difficult for me to maintain my composure. Yet, I controlled myself.***She is about to leave the room, but stops as I call her, “Grace.” She turns to face me, and I continue, “Please, don’t get drunk today. I can't go through that again.”Annoyed by my remarks, she retorts, “Don’t sleep with men. Don’t do this, don’t do that. Just stop fucking telling me what I should or shouldn’t do, Mr. Steve.”I respond in a firm tone, pointing my finger at her. “This situation is an outcome of your choices, Grace. Remember that the contract marriage was your idea, so you should be prepared to accept th
The next day, we are on a luxurious yacht in the waters of Paris. I stand, leaning against the railing and enjoying my drink, and Grace sits away from me, making her vlog. I only tolerate this woman because of my father.I notice a young woman, clad in a stylish summer dress, who can’t take her eyes off me. She approaches me and leans against the railing beside me. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she begins a conversation.“Such a beautiful day, isn’t it? Do you come here often?” She enquires flirtatiously.“Not as often.” Although I’m not interested in her, I answer her because I can’t behave rudely with her.Grace, sitting a short distance away, is now quietly observing us, with the corner of her mouth curved into a sly grin. Now, what’s going on in her mind?She rises from her seat, and her eyes remain locked on the girl as she approaches us.“Anyway, I’m Maya.” The girl holds out her hand to me.Before I can answer, we hear Grace’s voice. “Excuse me, may I have a word wit
Steve’s P.O.V. It’s late at night, and an unsettling restlessness has overtaken me. I can’t shake off the feeling that something is wrong with Grace. As I can’t ignore my growing concern, I decide to check on her. I pick up my phone and access the tracking app I had discreetly installed on her phone when I gave her a new phone. I know I hate her, but her safety is my responsibility. I reach the club, following her location. As I pull into the club’s parking area, the sight that greets me is a nightmare. I see Grace; her torn dress, and the menacing figures of two men who have pinned her to the ground. I can’t believe what I’m witnessing. Anger consumes me. Without hesitation, I leap out of my car, my steps fueled by rage. With swift and powerful strides, I approach the men who have caused her harm. I seize and yank the bloody bastards away from Grace. Anger courses through me as I meet the terror-stricken gaze in her tear-filled eyes. I have never seen her so vulnerable before,
The next few days blur into a repetitive routine: I leave for the office early in the morning, often before Grace is fully awake. I return late in the evening, and our interaction has reduced to the bare minimum.We communicate through eye contact with little conversation exchanged.One morning, as I step out of the bathroom after my shower, I find a servant apologising to Grace, “I’m sorry-““Sorry, my foot.” She hurls the cup of coffee at him, yelling at him. “I asked you to bring hot coffee, not cold, you idiot.”I march to her and grasp her hand in fury. “How dare you? You’re in my house, and here you can’t treat servants like this.”Her voice reveals frustration as she gives a curt response. “Just leave me, Steve.”Unwilling to let the matter go, I insist, my voice firm, “Just apologise to him right now, Grace.”“No, I won’t.” However, she remains resolute, refusing to back down, further raising my anger.Exasperated, I give her a final warning, my voice stern. “I’m asking you fo
Grace’s P.O.V.I storm out of the room, fuming with anger, and head to the kitchen to eat something because I have been starving since morning.How could he lock me in the bathroom because of a mere servant? What did he think of himself? I’ll certainly make him regret doing this with me.As I stand up from the dining table after finishing my meal, Steve’s father, who has always been kind and warm, approaches me.He looks at me with concern and asks, “How are you feeling, Grace? Steve told me you’re not well.”So Steve lied to him. Now it’s my time to teach him a lesson for messing up with me.I decide to put on a drama to gain sympathy. Sobbing, I say, “I’ve had a terrible day, Dad. Steve locked me in the bathroom for the entire day just because I accidentally dropped a cup of coffee on the servant.”His expression transforms into one of disbelief, and he speaks with anger. “What the hell? I can’t believe it. Trust me, Grace. He was never like this before.”I continue my act, tears st
Steve’s P.O.V.The next day,I’m still boiling with anger over the previous night’s drama. It’s really disheartening when someone lets you down.I walk directly towards the main door of the mansion, not even sparing a glance at my father, who is sitting with Grace at the breakfast table.“At least have breakfast, Steve.” He calls after me, but his words fall on deaf ears. I’m too disappointed with him to respond, so I just leave.***After winding up my work, I call Jace and Mike to meet me because I need to vent my frustration and disappointment over the recent events involving Grace and my father.As we sit down in my cabin, I let out a heavy sigh. “Guys, you won’t believe what happened at home yesterday.”Mike raises an eyebrow. “Now what did Grace do?”I lean in and speak in a low, irritated tone. “She manipulated my father, telling him I locked her in the bathroom without the fault of her. And he took her side. I couldn’t believe it.”“Man, that’s so wrong. I can’t believe Grace
Zara’s P.O.V.At night, Jace and I lie in each other’s arms in a peaceful silence. I feel so safe in his warm arms.He asks, breaking the silence. “Zara, I want you to share your thoughts and feelings about when I spanked you. I want to know your experience.”I raise my head from his chest and look at him, his eyes are filled with curiosity and affection.“It was... intense. The mixture of pleasure and pain, the vulnerability of being completely exposed to you—it was exhilarating.” A soft smile graces my lips as I recall the sensation.He listens attentively, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin. “And the ribbon binding your wrists? Did you enjoy that part?”A blush tints my cheeks as I admit, “More than I expected. It was a turn-on, Jace. It was like entering a world where I could surrender completely to your dominance.”He lets out a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “I’m glad to hear that. Your pleasure is my priority, Zara.”I nestle closer to him. “I appre