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
Steve’s P.O.V.Days pass by, and despite my attempts to deny any emotional attachment, I'm well aware that strong feelings for her have taken root deep within me.Now it’s only a week remaining of our contract marriage, and it kills me because I want to keep her forever in my life. However, I know our relationship is meant to end one day. Grace and I, we’ve different personalities, and we’ll always clash with each other, so it’s better for both of us to be part away after a week.In these months of our contract marriage, I have also come to know that Grace has a good heart which she hides from the world. I want to know everything about her but control myself because I don’t want to come close to her as it’ll hurt me more when she leaves.After dinner, we come to the terrace for a walk, but like always, we end fucking each other. I just can’t resist her. She’s the first woman who has such a powerful hold over me, making me lose control.I ram into her with vigour, her hands pinned on t
I wake up the next morning with the pain in my back because of sleeping in an uncomfortable position last night. It was harder than I thought to sleep without Grace by my side.I sit up on the sofa, stretching my body, and then lock my gaze on Grace’s sleeping form.As our separation time is coming closer, something is breaking inside me. No matter how much I dislike her behaviour, I still have developed feelings for her in these months.However, I know it’s good for both of us to get separated because we’re not each other’s type. Therefore, for the remaining one week of our contract marriage, I’ll try to maintain my distance from her.Grace’s P.O.V.I wake up, rubbing my eyes and find the sofa empty. I think Steve has already left for the office.Sleeping alone on the bed last night was indeed a struggle. Steve said right, we’ve grown accustomed to each other, and it’s best for us to stay away from each other from now onwards.Then my attention diverts as my phone rings. It’s a call