As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, “What was that?”“That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool,” I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath.“But, my dear husband, you’re pissing me off. Just move away.” She tries to break free from my grasp, which only intensifies my frustration.“Stop moving, Grace!” I order in a stern tone.“No, I won’t listen to you. You told me you don’t want me, so why are you here again?” She asks, irked by my previous behaviour.“I didn’t say that I don’t want you,” I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife’s.“It means the same!” She rolls her eyes.“I want you so damn much, okay? And I’m ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I’ll show you how much I desire you, my wife.” I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist.“So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?” She whispers, looking
Steve’s P.O.V.Grace and I settle down at the breakfast table with my father.“Today, both of your faces are glowing. Am I missing something?” Dad asks, raising an eyebrow as he sips his coffee.I exchange a glance with Grace, and a mischievous smirk plays on her lips.“Oh, nothing, just some morning exercise, right, Steve?” She responds, smirking, and I nearly choke on my coffee.After composing myself, I nod in agreement and clear my throat, trying to sound casual. “Yes, a refreshing morning indeed.”My father seems satisfied with our explanation, but there’s a glint in his eyes. “Well, whatever the reason, it’s good to see you two getting along for a change.”We share a forced smile, keeping the morning’s encounter our little secret.“Stop blushing like a teenager, Steve.” As she whispers in my ear, I realise I was blushing.I shoot her a look, irritated and embarrassed. “It’s none of your business, Grace.”As we continue with breakfast, Dad discusses some business matters, but my
Steve’s P.O.V.As I prepare to lie down on the sofa to sleep at night, Grace suggests, “If we’ve been intimate, we can share the bed too. Right?”Surprisingly, I agree with her perspective for the first time.“Congratulations, Mrs Grey. You’re right for the first time.” I tease her, and she responds with an angry look, causing me to chuckle.After taking my pillow and blanket, I make my way to the bed and lie down beside her.“Good night, Mr. Grey.”“Good night, Mrs. Grey,” I reply, and she smiles before facing away from me.***The next morning,I wake up to find her peacefully sleeping in my arms, her head resting on my chest. It feels comforting to have her so close to me. A smile appears on my face as I watch her sleep. Her warm breath against my chest feels magical, and I automatically press my lips on her forehead.Unsure of why I did it, I brush it aside and continue holding her tightly as I drift back to sleep with a contented smile on my face.This morning has become the most
Steve’s P.O.V.After wearing my bathrobe, I come to the room to open the door after having the sex best of my life in the shower.As I open the door, I find my dad standing there.“So, you were in the shower?” He asks with a hint of suspicion, and I try to conceal my embarrassment.“Yes, Dad.” I give him a nod.“Then where was Grace?” He asks in a teasing tone.I try to avoid further embarrassment, but I fail and end up blushing like a teenager, nervously rubbing the back of my neck.“Dad…” I stammer, trying to explain.“Don’t worry. You don’t have to explain. I can’t believe you two are getting closer. I’m happy.” He expresses his joy.I feel sorry for him because he’s misinterpreting the situation.“Dad…”He interrupts, “Enjoy your time with her, and there’s no rush for breakfast.” He leaves, not giving me a chance to respond.Dad, it’s not what you think. It’s just a physical relationship. I know the separation of us in three months will hurt you the most.Why, Grace, why did you e
Steve’s P.O.V.In the evening, as I return from the office, I find Grace ready as if she just finished a photoshoot. She is dressed to perfection, and her aura radiates confidence.As I notice she has turned my room into her personal photoshoot studio, I shake my head.After dropping my coat on the sofa, as I make my way to the bathroom, she blocks my way, coming in front of me.“Steve, can we take some photos together? My fans have been requesting it, and it’ll be fun.” She asks with a hopeful glint in her eyes.“No.” As I deny, she frowns.“Steve, I want it for my fans. I don’t want to dishearten them.”I let out an exasperated sigh. “Grace, you know I don’t like putting myself out there like that.”“Please, Steve...” There’s a softness in her voice, and her eyes convey an unexpected honesty. It’s the first time she’s genuinely asked for something.I narrow my eyes, ready to refuse as usual. But something in her plea strikes a chord, and I give in. “Okay, fine. But just a few.”Her
Jace’s P.O.V.Next day,In the evening, I stand outside Zara’s house, frustrated as she isn’t opening the door.After taking out my phone from my pocket, I dial her number.After three rings, she finally answers, and I sigh.“Zara, where are you? Why aren’t you opening the door? Is everything okay, baby?” I ask, worried for her.“Jace, I’m not at home and busy. I’ll call you as soon as I get free.” She hangs up without listening to me, making me suspicious because she has never done this before.I just hope she is fine.After opening WhatsApp, I text her.Me: Take care and don’t forget to call me as soon as possible.As I finish typing the message to Zara, my eyes fall on her car parked outside.Did she lie to me? But why? I should check on her.I climb through the window and quietly enter her room. The sight that greets me leaves my heart sinking—Zara, in tears, sitting alone on the bed.“Zara...” I call out softly, my worry intensifying. She startles at my presence and hastily wipes
The party venue looks so enchanting with the gentle glow of soft lights and the lively chatter of people.Grace and I put on a facade, pretending to be a couple deeply in love, as per the expectations of my clients. She plays her part well, her smiles and gestures seemingly genuine.Our act is convincing enough that even my clients, oblivious to the complexities of our relationship, buy into it.As we walk through the crowd, Grace’s hand fits seamlessly into mine, the touch sending unexpected shivers down my spine. This woman is the only one who makes me feel like this.I wish we would be a really happily married couple.Her acting skills surprise me as she effortlessly engages in conversations, laughs at the right moments, and even rests her hand on my arm when required. It’s an act, but to the onlookers, we appear to be the picture-perfect couple.We approach a group of clients, and one of them begins the conversation, “Steve, Grace, you two make such a stunning couple! How long hav
After a week,I’m taken aback to see Grace cooking in the kitchen because I have never seen this scenario before.“What’s the matter? Today seems like a day for surprises.” I quip, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Grace skilfully move around with pots and pans.“Today, your father is returning, so I just want to welcome him with his favourite lunch.” She tells me with a smile.“I didn’t know you have this hidden talent. I’m impressed,” I admit, a genuine smile forming.She glances at me. “Well, there are many things you don’t know about me, Mr. Grey.”However, a doubt lingers in my mind. Is she doing this genuinely to welcome my father, or does she want to keep him on her side?I pull out my thoughts when she hisses in pain.Fuck! She accidentally cuts her finger while cutting the salad.I rush to her side, her finger slightly bleeding from the cut. Concern fills my eyes as I take her injured hand gently.“Careful, Grace. Let me see,” I say, examining the cut on her finge