Chapter Four

Patrick POV

“Melissa!!” I growled as I grabbed Melissa’s hand and threw her away from Grace, “How dare you talk to her so rudely?” I thundered, I just couldn’t hold my anger anymore.

I faced Grace where she sat on the chair, she had her hand over her mouth with her eyes widened in fear.

“Pa…” she said as she immediately got up to her feet, she grabbed her purse, “Ermmm… Sir, I’ll take my leave.”

I furrowed my brows as she grabbed her purse, she looked at Melissa on the ground once before she made to dash out.

“Grace…” I called as I went after her, “Don’t go please… I will explain this all to you later, but for now… I know who really needs to leave.”

I turned to Melissa and I stormed up to her where she was on the floor, I pulled her up as she whined.

“Baby… ouch… baby,” Melissa whined, but I pulled heer along with me and took her out the door.

“I don’t want to see you here in my house, ever again, Melissa… ever again,” I growled and slammed the door before I pressed my eyes shut and took a deep breath.

Shit. I turned to Grace and saw her standing there, looking at me with wide eyes.

“Grace… I am so sorry for this,” I said as I neared her, she stepped back slowly, shaking her head.

“No… I don’t want to cause any problem in your relationship, sir, I’m sorry but I have to leave,” she looked away as she tried to walk towards the door.

I held her arms, “Grace… Grace… look at me,” I said as I lifted her chin.

She shook her head, I could see her eyes welling up with tears, “Why do you want to cry… I swear, Melissa is not my girlfriend… she is just my…” I paused.

“Who is she?” Grace asked me, her teary eyes locked in mine.

“Ermm…” I let go of her and scratched the back of my head, “Well… you know before now… I didn’t want a relationship, so …” I paused again and Grace raised a brow at me.

“So?” She asked.

“Grace…’ I called and held her arm as I pulled her close, I closed my eyes and licked my lips. I opened my eyes to see that she had her lips parted as she blinked at me.

Damn… I had pulled her so close, her tummy could touch my boner, she looked up at me and gulped.

“Go on,” she whispered.

“Hm hm,” I cleared my throat and stepped back a bit before I lost my mind, “Before now… I didn’t want to feel obligated or committed in any relationship… I was scared of being tied down… so Melissa was just my mistress… but I promise, I will have nothing to do with her again.”

Why is she mute?

“I’m sorry… our dinner was ruined…” 

“What about now?” she asked softly, cutting me off.

“Huh?” I asked, raising a brow.

“What about now, are you ready for a relationship now?” she asked.

I furrowed my brows as I watched her large green eyes blink at me. I parted my lips but it fell shut again.

Am I ready now? I asked myself. I just met Grace yesterday and since then, I don’t know what I want anymore.

“Are you ready, Patrick?” she asked as she cupped my face, her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I groaned as I held her hand.

“I don’t know, Grace… since I met you, I don’t know what I want.”

Grace narrowed her eyes at me and slowly looked down, “I should take my leave then,” she pulled her hands away and was about to leave when I groaned deeply as I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me.

“Grace…” I whispered as I circled my hands around her waist and pressed her against myself, “I want you… I want you, Grace,” I bent my head and took her lips in mine, kissing her passionately.

“Ahh…” Grace moaned as I held her butt and pressed her against my boner.

“I want to have you so bad, Grace,” I groaned as I started to kiss her neck, “You drive me crazy… I want you to be mine” 

I paused and faced her, I placed our forehead together and looked into her eyes, “Will you be mine?”

She licked her lips as she placed her hands on my chest, “Patrick… I…”

I swallowed in anticipation of her response. 

“I have to leave,” she completed as she pushed me back, “Good night sir.”

I parted my lips to speak as I stretched my hand out for her, but she rushed out of the door, I closed my mouth as I ran my hand through my hair.

“Damn you, Melissa,” I groaned as I raced back up the stairs.

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It was noon the next day… It was my day off so I just stayed home. I have been trying Grace’s number, but she hasn't picked it up. I even called the hospital and the receptionist said she hadn’t come to work today.

“Where did she go?” "Why didn’t she go to work today?” I wondered as I hit the punching bag, sweats reeling down my forehead, and hitting my bare chest, as I hit the bag again and again.

I heard the front door bell ring, I crossed my brows as I catched the punching bag, my breath heavy.

“Who would disturb me on a weekend? Grace?” I guessed as I walked out of my gym room and jogged down the stairs, my joggers bouncing with me.

I opened the front door and I furrowed my brow as I saw her blonde hair, “Melissa… I told you not to come here ever again… right?”

She bit her lips and looked up at me, “Baby,” she called seductively as she tried to touch my chest.

“Melissa… behave yourself,” I growled low through gritted teeth as I pushed her hand away.

She frowned her face and pushed some pictures towards me, “She is not who you think she is, Patrick… I didn’t find any information on her with her name, isn’t that strange?”

I furrowed my brows as I looked down at the pictures and saw Grace in it. Wait… is she stalking Grace?

Melissa gulped in fear as I glared back at her, my jaws tightened in anger.

“Baby… I don’t think Grace is her real name, I followed her today and she went to the police station… here are the pictures…” her voice broke when I took the pictures from her.

What!! Why is Grace with Doctor Dean? 

“She went to visit that doctor whom you arrested a while back… I think she is a spy, Baby.”

“Melissa!!” I thundered and she flinched, “Whatever Grace is and isn’t has nothing to do with you… now I’ll spare you for stalking her, but next time, Melissa… I will make sure you regret it.”

Melissa pursed her lips, “But, Baby I was looking out for you.”

“I can look out for myself,” I growled and took a deep breath, “Melissa if I see you anywhere near Grace again… or me and my house again… I will make sure I find an appropriate spot for you beside Mr Dean in prison.”

Her eyes went wide as she stared at me in shock, “What did she do to you?” 

“Whatever she wants to do to me, it’s my life and my body, okay?”

She bit her lips and looked down. I knew she was going to feel jealous, but I just wanted her to leave me and Grace alone.

I closed the door and took a deep breath before I looked down at the pictures in my hands.

Doctor Dean had held Grace’s hand as they spoke, Who is he to her?

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number, it went through on the first ring.

“Hello, Diego… I want you to run a thorough background check on a girl… I will send you the details… Her name… Grace Hart.”