Caught?

Grace's POV

My breath hitched as I felt his delicious touch from my clothes to my skin. Davis had shamelessly moved his hands into my crop top, caressing my back.

“We are not on good terms, why should…” I paused and tried not to sigh at his touch. I continued,

“Why should I dress for you?”

He didn't respond with his mouth, but his hands as his hands found their way to my belly button, causing my belly to tuck in from his touch.

His hands moved upwards and rested underneath my bust, and I sighed as I closed my eyes.

Davis moved closer to my ear and I heard him whisper,

“Grace, Grace, you didn't wear a bra. Just tell me you're putting on a lace panties down there, and I'll know you're really prepared for me”

I wanted to speak, I really did, but no words were coming out of my mouth. I wanted to ask him to get off me and let him know that I was still angry at him. I wanted him to chase me for like two days before I forgave him. I wanted to report him to his daughter that he didn't