"Huh," she said awkwardly, looking at her hands. Seriously, Grace, just die; she cursed herself. "But you know the funniest thing..." he said, now standing in front of her, since when, she wondered. As he traced the line of her ears with his thumb, she shivered in excitement. Boy! Who would have thought she was sensitive in that area? He forced her head up with his hand. "I am going to fuck you here, Grace, and it won’t be a joke." Grace Bush, the only child of a prominent Canadian family known for her selflessness, and sweetness, experiences a tragic incident on the happiest day of her life, resulting in the loss of her entire family. Left as the only survivor, she undergoes a profound transformation from a sweet innocent child to a wild and self-centered individual. In order to claim her late father's wealth, she decided to train herself in a well-known firm, facing unexpected challenges. Just as she contemplates giving up, fate presents her with a life-altering job opportunity, offering an escape from her troubled hometown, or did it? Noah Creed, the handsome billionaire CEO of The S.O publishing industry in New York, appears to have it all – wealth, looks, and success. Despite being divorced three times, a father, and engaged, he has never truly understood or desired love until he encounters Grace Bush, a wild and unpredictable newcomer in his film industry. Little does he know, their meeting will open a new chapter in his life.
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"If someone had told me that my dream of working here would come true, I would have probably scoffed at them," Grace muttered to herself. "How I wish Mom and Dad were here to see this." She couldn't help but cry. "Seriously, Grace, not right now. Get a hold of yourself. No thinking of the past. You need to move forward," she encouraged herself.
But the fact that the boss asked her to stay behind was weird. Now, it was 8 p.m., and apart from the boss, she was the only one in the office. As if that wasn't enough, he had sent for her. "Jeez, I don’t want to lose this job. I wonder what he wants."
She stood up from her desk and went to the boss's office, standing outside the heavy gold metal door with a name boldly written in silver, "Noah Creed." she muttered to herself. Then, all of a sudden, the voice that always shook her to the core spoke.
"You don’t need to stand there, Grace. Come in."
"Oh god! That voice." With one deep breath, she pushed the metal door open.
"Good day, sir," she said calmly. She could never get tired of his amazing presence. Clearing her throat, she continued, "You sent for me, sir."
"Yes," he said, looking at the pure gold wristwatch on his arm. "It’s almost 8:30; I was wondering why you still haven’t left," he said calmly.
"What? Are you kidding me right now?" Oh, sh*t, did I just say that? "I mean, sir."
"No, Grace." He cut her off with a wave of his hand. "I'm not 'kidding you.' I just didn’t think you would listen to me. You never do, despite me being your boss," he said with a serious expression.
"Huh," she said awkwardly, looking at her hands. Seriously, Grace, just die; she cursed herself.
"But you know the funniest thing..." he said, now standing in front of her, since when, she wondered. As he traced the line of her ears with his thumb, she shivered in excitement. Boy! Who would have thought she was sensitive in that area? He forced her head up with his hand. "I am going to fuck you here, Grace, and it won’t be a joke."
What did he just say? While she was trying to figure out what was going on, he plunged his mouth into hers.
She gasped, and he dove in, exploring the deepest part of her mouth with his tongue.
"Oh my god! He was French kissing her, and because it was her first time, Grace forgot to breathe and choked.
"Are you alright?" he pulled back almost immediately and asked with a puzzled expression.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Grace asked, lost and confused. What was that? A kiss or a death sentence?
"What are you talking about, Grace? How can you die from just a kiss?" he asked again, placing his hand on her shoulder. "It’s not like it’s your first time being kissed." He said so, and she suddenly went stiff in his arms, and a great silence followed after his question.
****
Noah Creed looked at Grace, puzzled yet again. Come on! There’s no way that's her first kiss. But with the look on her face right now... Yeah, it totally was.
Relationships with coworkers in all his establishments were forbidden, and the staff found in a relationship would be fired. That's how it had always been, and there were a lot of people who fell victim to him and were fired by him.
But since this wild, crazy girl called Grace Bush came to this establishment, his mind, heart, and body had been in chaos. The fact that she had always stolen glances at him, thinking he was not aware, was a sign that she too wanted a piece of him, just like he wanted her.
Now he just wanted to satisfy his desire and send her packing by morning, but if that was her first kiss, it also meant she had never had sex.
Great! And he hated virgins with passions. They were too clingy, and with his experience, he was not looking for anything serious.
He was always quick to end things like this, but why couldn’t he do it this time? He should have apologized and sent her away, but for some reason, he could not let go.
Like someone possessed by a demon, he did something he had never done in his life. He kissed her again, this time he went more deeply than the first time.
****
Maybe time stopped when his lips met hers again, but the flutter only intensified. Grace’s heart pounded in her chest as her knees got weaker. She could only focus on how soft his lips felt against her mouth and how additively he invaded all her senses.
It still wasn’t clear if she dreamed this moment to life, but there was a raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around hers. Noah kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn’t a product of his imagination. Heat rose from Grace’s stomach to her chest. The smell of him was hypnotic beyond reason; she parted her lips and felt him washing over her like a wave of warmth, curling her toes and unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts.
Her whole body tingled, and the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in. By the time Grace became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, making his skin smooth and radiating heat.
As if time had stopped right there, they stood propped against his office desk, glued to one another, as if no one else existed and there was no risk to her job or company policies. For Noah, it was as if he’d never been with a woman before. What was this new feeling? He had never felt it before, not with the women he had been with. Grace, what are you doing? If this continues, you know what's going to happen. Before her strength weakened, she pushed him away. "Sorry, sir, but I don’t think we should do this."
"What are you talking about, Grace?" he asked, confused. "You want me right now, just as much as I want you."
Yes, she couldn't deny it, but her wanting was totally different from his, and there were so many things at stake. "I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t," she said, and with one last glance at him, she ran off.
He just stood there, watching her run away like a scared cat. "We can’t?" Noah murmured, puzzled. "She said, like hell! He definitely saw the desire in her eyes, and for someone who had no experience, she was daring and wild." Though he still couldn’t put a name to this new feeling, he already missed her lips. And not until he got what he wanted, she wasn’t going anywhere. "Sorry, Grace," he said, laughing to himself in the empty office, "you can’t escape me for long; I'm Noah Creed." He declared as if his name meant more than it did; maybe it did; no one knows.
Grace just kept running until she was out of the building; she didn’t stop, but the moment she saw the security guard, she slowed down so they don't suspect anything.
“What just happened?” She questioned, still shrieking, “OMG! Grace, you are crazy; how could you succumb so easily, even if you wanted it?"
In all her weirdest dreams, she would not have imagined her first kiss to be in an office with a crazy rich, and powerful man such as Noah Creed, no less. Not in this life.
Just how the hell did this happen?
**** Five years laterGrace sighed as she stared at her rounded belly in the mirror. For the first time in her life, she felt pure joy.Reflecting on the past, despite the rush of their marriage, they took their time with the preparations, thanks to Noah’s mom and hers. Both of their mothers chose the house they eventually bought.A year into their marriage, she became pregnant and gave birth to healthy twins, a boy and a girl. Although she was initially scared, her family was there to suppor
One more chapter to go.Dear Reader,As I turn the final page of Perfect Love, I want to express how much your journey alongside these characters has meant to me.This story was about exploring the idea of love in its purest form, amidst the imperfections of life. I hope it inspired you to believe in the beauty of love, even when it’s not perfect.Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters.Thank you for allowing me to share this story with you. May the essence of Perfect Love lingers in your hearts long after the last word.With all my love,Clara J. Stari
***Grace watched Noah hurry upstairs. Excitedly, she brought out her phone, but then it suddenly buzzed in her hand, snapping her back to reality. It was her mother calling—perfect timing.With a deep breath, she answered, “Hey, Mom,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “How are you doing?”“I’m okay, honey, everything is fine. What about you? Is everything okay with you, dear?” her mother’s concerned voice came through.Grace smiled, tears of joy and anxiety welling up in her eyes. “Yes, Mom. Everything is just fine. I have some wonderful news...” She began to say."That went well." Came a sudden sharp voice, cutting her off.Grace jumped up from her chair, her phone slipping from her hands in shock."Jesus Christ!" she exclaimed, turning to see James. "James? What the hell? You’re still here?" she questioned, shaken.She had thought he left when she didn't hear his voice anymore.James was dumbfounded by the question and just stared at her for a while before speaking. “You a
***Grace smiled as she kept glancing at Noah’s mother sideways.Although they had both talked about a few things, Grace hadn’t expected their relationship to improve to the point where they were smiling and happily chatting, or even cooking together. This was someone who once didn’t even want to see her face and had fought against her presence in the company and with her son.Someone who would’ve gone to any lengths to end her relationship with Noah, and now she was smiling and having petty conversations with her?Grace shook her head slightly, still amazed by the change. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would continue to get better—at least until she and Noah got married.Mrs. Vera, noticing Grace’s sideways glances, chuckled softly. “What’s with the looks, dear?”Grace blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, nothing, just... surprised, I guess.”Vera’s smile widened. “Me too. I don’t remember cooking being this fun,” she said.Grace nodded slowly. “Me
~~~~Noah and James exchanged worried glances as they walked through the open, kitchen door, bracing themselves for the worst. But the scene that greeted them was far from catastrophic.A few shattered glass plates lay scattered across the floor, a small pool of water spreading out from them. Grace, with a cut on her hand, was hurriedly picking up the broken pieces. His mother stood nearby, her face a mix of concern and irritation.“Everything alright?” Noah asked, stepping cautiously into the kitchen.“Just a minor mishap,” Grace said through gritted teeth, her voice steady despite the cut. She flashed a reassuring smile. “Nothing we can’t handle.”Mrs. Vera moved closer to Grace, squatting on the ground. “Let me help you with that,” she said, stretching out her hands, but Grace gently pushed her away.“No, it’s okay. I can take care of it. You might hurt yourself,” she said with a cornered look.“Oh,” was all Mrs. Vera could say.Irritated, Noah snapped, “But you are hurt.” He reach
***Later, Noah and James pulled up with a truck full of groceries. Grace saw them and grinned. "Wow, it's more than I expected," she remarked.Noah chuckled as he hopped out of the truck. "We might've gone a bit overboard, but better safe than sorry, right?"James, lugging a heavy bag of vegetables, nodded. "Yeah, we figured it's better to have extra than to run out in the middle of everything," he said as they walked into the house.Grace laughed. "You two are something else. I hope you didn't clear out the whole store."Noah winked at her. "Only half of it. We left some for the other folks."Grace shook her head, still smiling. "Alright, let's get this stuff inside. Dinner won't cook itself."Hearing him, Grace smiled. She and Mrs. Vera had already worked out some things, so she was confident. She turned to Noah with a wide grin. "You'll be surprised.""About what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow."Nothing," Grace said, brushing it off as she inspected the vegetables James was carryi
***Noah stared at Grace in disbelief, while James laughed uncontrollably at his expression.The way she was speaking, so assertive and unwavering, sounded like his mother, and he didn’t like the feelings that came along with it. Ignoring James' laughter, Noah turned to Grace.“You really want us to stay here?” he asked, still reeling. He had assumed she was joking, but the determined look in her eyes made it clear she meant every word.“Yep,” Grace replied, walking over to the kitchen, guided by the maids present.“And why the hell would you want that? There’s a big, comfortable house waiting for us, and you want us to stay in this gloomy place?” he demanded, following her into the kitchen. “Yes,” she answered firmly, turning to inspect the kitchen. Despite being swarmed with maids, the pots looked unused. She walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, finding it empty. She turned shocked eyes to Noah. “What does your mother eat?” she asked out of nowhere.The question caught hi
***After an hour of driving, they finally arrived at the Creed mansion. And what a mansion it was. As she stared at it, Grace wondered why it was even called a mansion; the place was as expansive as her entire neighborhood. It would probably take a day or two just to walk through it, she concluded.They drove into the compound, and judging by the way the guards and maids were acting, it was clear Mrs. Vera Creed knew they were coming.Without lingering outside, they went in. Noah seemed to be in a hurry, no doubt eager to get it over with, and Grace felt the same way.But the moment he opened the door, a heavy slap landed on his face."What the—" Grace began, but Noah shot her a look, signaling her to stay silent. He sighed as if he had been expecting it."Good to see you too, Mother," he said with an air of resignation, walking in.Grace, still stung by the harshness of the slap, bit her tongue and followed him inside, as did James.
***Grace took a deep sigh as she stared into space, her mind a mess. "I can't believe I'm going back to New York, or that Mother allowed me to go just like that," she breathed out.Noah took a deep, happy breath. He, too, was finding it hard to believe that the woman of his dreams was coming with him. "Yes," he managed to say, kissing her hand. "I love you," he whispered in her ear."And I love you too," Grace replied."Are you hungry?" he asked after a while."Yeah, thanks for asking," Grace replied with a smile."Sure, love." He called one host on the plane, and after a short wait, a mouthwatering snack was served.Grace devoured it without wasting any time, and he just laughed at the way she was eating.Now fully settled, she turned to him. "You never told me what happened between you and your mother," she said suddenly.Stunned, Noah turned to Grace, unsure whether to laugh or be serious. "You really do have a knack for knocking people out of their comfort zone," he said, shaking
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