Davis POV“Grace?” I asked the minute I heard her voice. I didn't know she would call this early or even call at all, especially when I had given her the marriage proposal.“What did you save your phone number with on my phone?” She asked so authoritatively that I almost burst into laughter but swallowed it instead. “Why did you ask? Can't you see it?” I asked, and she let out a small laugh that made me grin. This is the main reason I had gone to get her a phone myself. Grace isn't the only one who can tamper with my phone, I can also do that to hers. When I was thinking of a name I could save my phone number with, I remembered the day I had come into her room and noticed how she was dreaming about me. My sweet girl. “Davis, why would you save your contact with 'wet dream'?” She asked, whispering the last part making me burst into laughter I knew she would act this way, and I wished I was there to see the expression on her face. She must be so blushed saying it, I am so sure of i
Davis's POVOn getting there, the fucking bastard asked his men to fire at us. The fucker didn't wait for any discussion, they were already shooting at us. For someone who knows me well enough, that was the best thing to doThe fools shot at us, killing a few of my men in the process, angering me more."Fuck Raphael, I'll kill you!" I charged at the hut as I shot as well. Bullets were flying back and forth, he didn't give us any breathing space and I'm sure that was what he thought was the only way to defeat us.Resting behind one of the cars, I targeted the men guarding the hut and shot them both. Quickly I slipped into the hut through the back where no one would suspect one could pass throughThere was no door there, so I shot the wall multiple times causing the entire back of the hut to be destroyed. The gun shots from inside made me run into hiding for a while.I found the bastard standing alert with a gun in his hand, pointed at me,"Fucker!" I cussed as I saw him. He was already
Grace's POV“Just for today please… an hour,” I pleaded with Vincent, The man was never smiling except with Helen. I wonder why he was always this stiff. Training with Adrianna has been going well. I haven't been able to reach Davis for like three days now, I don't know what occurred but before then, whenever I called, he'd tell me how busy he was and why we needed to end the call. He always told me he would speak to me later on, but never did. I stopped calling him because I didn't want to act desperate.The marriage proposal letter was still on my bedside stool in my room. Have I signed it, no? I don't know why, but I didn't think it was necessary to rush into marriage with Davis. Here I am pleading with Vincent to take us out since we were bored. I didn't care where we went, but I was just so bored and needed to move my body, but the man had plainly refused. Just then, I saw Adriana walking out of one of the rooms, “Adrianna, can you come help me beg Vincent” She paused her ste
Author's POV “What!” Lydia screamed at the top of her lungs before throwing the phone in her hand so hard across the room, causing it to hit the wall and shatter to pieces. “No!” She screamed again and began to destroy the things around her. From the bedsheet to the bedside stool. She moved from the bedside stool to the dressing table, scattering the things on it, including the standing mirror. “How dare that bitch!” As she screamed and scattered, the whole place until her father rushed in, “Princess, what's going on?” He asked in shock. Looking around, he could see that the girl was really angry. Aside from the fact that she had destroyed her entire room in just few seconds, he could see blood on the ground. Lydia had stepped on the pieces of the mirror, causing an injury under her foot. “Lydia calm down,” he said to her, but that only fueled the anger in herShe was no longer herself, tears rushed down her cheeks, her hair scattered all over, sticking to her face that was wet
Davis's POVThe past few days have been fucking stressful, and I'm so glad I made sure to start the investigation from outside the country before making it into the country. It was 1 a.m. already, but I was still eager to go back home. My driver had asked if I wanted to go back home or stay in one of my hotels, but fuck it, of course, I'll go back home. I really can't wait to be home. I had informed Vincent that I was coming back already, and I didn't want Grace or Helen to know about it. My presence should be a surprise to them, and he must have kept shut. When we drove into the residence, Vincent stood outside waiting for us like he always did whenever I was coming back from somewhere.“Don, welcome back” “It's so good to be back” I replied to him as I shook hands with him.Unlike before, I didn't plan any other activities than to come back to my home. Before I could ask how things had been over here, Vincent had already begun to fill me in with all that had happened.“We'll talk
Grace's POVI moved closer to the warmth I was feeling, I felt an arm hold me tighter than before. My brain began to register what was going on. My hand reached to touch the body before me before l opened one of my eyes to peep. I knew who it was, but didn't want to believe that he would come to sleep in my room instead of his. When I saw the tattoo on his left arm, a smile spread on my face. Who would have thought that I missed him as much? I pressed my lips together as I thought of how to announce to him that I was awake because his hold on me was enough proof that he was awake already. “Good morning my lady” he spoke up first, and I had no other choice than to raise my head to look at him, “Welcome back” I smiled at him, he raised his hand to my hair and combed it with his fingers “How was your trip?” I asked, not moving from my position, trapped in his hold.“Boring without you and Helen. I miss you both” his words send shivers down my spine. All my anger at him had clearly di
Davis's POVSeeing the shock on her face wasn't something to be surprised about. The plan wasn't to tell her that, though, but what can I do? I am no fucking saint. She knows that I want her, there's no fucking need to hide it. I had hurriedly moved from her not because I didn't want to be close to her, but because of my morning wood. I don't want her to get uncomfortable around me. I'm trying so hard to make sure she doesn't get uncomfortable around me. At least, I've given her enough time to wrap her head around the fact that I wanted her. Her hair was messy, her beautiful eyes wide, staring at me like I was a ghost, her face reddened, making me wonder if she had seen the tent shape on my trousers. Her fingers held the bed tightly like her life depended on it. Her looks and stare were making the morning wood shift to something else, but I dare not approach her just yet. As tough and rough as I am, I cannot help but want to be calm and gentle with her. She's Grace, not Lydia who I
Grace's POVLooking at him as he helplessly left the room made me almost burst into laughter, but instead, I smirked. What was he thinking? That I'll happily dive into his arms after he had refused to call or text me for days?After he left, I made my way to the door and locked it before diving into the bed. "Ah, peace" I mumbled before hugging the pillow Davis had used. It still had his masculine scent on it, making me smile. I love him, I love Davis and I want him, but thinking about it, I wonder how I'll be able to share him with others. No matter how I think about it, I'm never comfortable knowing that Davis might be out for business and having sex with some other woman. I don't share and I won't. I'll have to make this clear to him or else there'll be no marriage. We can just easily tear that paper to pieces. “Where is that paper…” I wondered as I searched for it around the bed. It wasn't there. Did Davis take it?I got up from the bed and began to search the floor and under