"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.
View MoreContinuation.......... Instead of ending her desire, her exquisite climax triggered an urgent need to have him inside her yet again.This time, when she pulled on his head and hair, he came away willingly, covering her body with urgent kisses as he slid back up her. In a hurry, he spread her thighs wide and rammed into the still-quivering heat of her body, at last claiming his own release.“You’re mine, Grace, don’t you ever forget that,” he ground out, collapsing onto her, his body still jerking as the last of his tremors subsided. “Because I’m here to stay.”“I’m glad,” she whispered, tightening her arms and legs around his sweat-misted body. “This is where I want you to be.”‐---Grace awoke early, with a new energy and optimism that she hadn’t expected to feel again after that terrible incident that had left her empty. She rolled her head to the
Chapter 45***Grace lay on the bed, panting with Noah inside her. He was still; he wasn’t moving. He just stayed there, and she was thankful for the few seconds of breath he allowed her because that one thrust had sent her over the edge.Her fingers traced the delicate patterns on the duvet, her heart pounding in her chest as her thoughts moved all over the place. She was ready for this, for his advancement. This was a moment she had fantasized about for so long, yet now that it was finally here, she felt a swirl of emotions she could barely name. Every glance from him, every accidental touch, had been a spark, igniting the flames of her desire and her feelings for him. From the very moment she met this man, she had been stupidly in love with him.She had admired him from afar, his confidence and charisma making her heart flutter. But now, in the dim light of the room, with the scent of his cologne hanging in the air, everything felt achingly real. She felt a deep, overwhelming love f
***Noah groaned in frustration as he moved to the door, grabbing a chair pillow to cover his raging hard-on. Grace stood behind him, breathless, trying to calm her throbbing heart. She could practically hear its pounding and wondered if he could too.As Noah turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, a young man in his twenties, wearing a red and black outfit, stood there with a wide smile."Hi, someone ordered pizza?" he said."Pizza...?" Noah turned to Grace, who instantly gasped."Ah, shit. I forgot about that," she murmured, hurrying to the money she had left on the table. "Before you came in, I had ordered some food. I was too lazy to cook," she explained as Noah stepped back, allowing her to deal with the delivery guy.In any other situation, with any other guy, this interruption might have killed the mood. But not for Noah. If anything, his desire was stronger than ever. If he could take her right there in front of the pizza guy, he doubted she would ever forgive him. His h
****Grace sat on the sofa with a cup of warm milk and a plate of chocolates in front of her, ready to indulge while watching a movie. It was a romantic film, not her usual preference, but she decided to watch it anyway. Perhaps that was a mistake. As the movie played on, it reached a scene where the protagonist was intimate with his lover. A strange feeling twisted in the core of her stomach. She tried to ignore it and focus on the film.When the characters began to make love, a sudden rush of sexual hunger, one she had never experienced before, overwhelmed her. She felt as if she were watching herself and Noah, lost in a passionate embrace. She moaned softly at the realization, she quickly turned off the television in a flustered panic.Grace attempted to return to her work, but she was never the same. Her mind kept replaying the scene over and over, as if it were reminding her of a suppressed part of herself. It was a stark reminder of her long-forgotten perversion, the kind that s
***As Grace sipped her tea, her eyes on the clock hanging by the door, she felt anxiety. Noah was coming back to her tonight; she was sure of it. The message he sent merely confirmed it. She didn’t need to read it to know what it said. His words were already imprinted on her heart.Regret weighed heavily on her. She had spent half her life second-guessing her choices. If only she hadn’t decided to study outside Canada, her father might still be alive. The memory of him jumping in to save her haunted her. If he hadn’t made that sacrifice, he and her mother would still be together, and he might have been the loving father to the children they never had.The ache of loss was something Grace knew too well. She had already lost one of the most important people in her life and now stood on the verge of losing another. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she sank into the sofa, exhaustion pulling at her. For the first time in what felt like ages, her mind and dreams found a rare moment of peac
****Noah took a deep breath as he parked outside his family home. Once full of joy and light, it now felt as dark as a house haunted by angry ghosts.He stood outside the door, contemplating whether to knock or just walk in. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to enter. As he opened the door and stepped inside, the servants' terrified expressions confirmed his suspicion: his mother was in a foul mood, probably drunk. Great. How would he talk to her? Noah knew she had no choice but to listen to him. She needed to hear what he had to say, whether she liked it or not.Without wasting much time, Noah marched to the inner room, his mother's favorite spot, the mini bar. He walked over to where she was sitting, pretending not to see him."Mother, you..." he began, but before he could finish his sentence, a heavy bottle of vodka went flying past his head. Thank God for his good reflexes—he would have had a split skull, if not worse."Wow, Mother, if I didn't know better, I'd think you w
***"Ah.” Noah sighed as he held Grace's trembling body in his arms. Yes, he sensed something had gone wrong, but he wasn't sure what. Grace, panting, remained still, trying to collect herself. She didn't push him away, just stayed there.Noticing her reaction, or her non reaction he signed again. The moment she saw the ring he brought out, the light faded from her eyes, and it was replaced by a terrified expression as she stared at him, as if she'd seen a ghost. Mrs. Hail was right—Grace was far from okay. What he still couldn't figure out was why the sight of the ring scared her.“You know," Noah began in a calm voice, "for a second there, when I saw the terrified look on your face, I almost believed that I was holding a murder weapon and not a ring," Noah said, and in that moment, he heard her chuckle.Grace sighed. She knew what she had just seen was nothing but an illusion, something her guilty mind had conjured up when she came in contact with anything resembling an object from
***Grace looked at Noah, bewildered. What did she miss? When did he propose, and what was he talking about? As she began to ponder, the car suddenly came to a stop, jolting her forward with a little force. "Why are we stopping?" she questioned, feeling a knot of anxiety form in her stomach.Noah let out a sigh and turned to face Grace, taking her hands gently in his own. "Look, Grace, I know you don’t trust me much. Not just because I'm a man, but because of my social standing. And I know you probably won’t have much trust in what I'm about to say to you. But I want you to know that it's not something I just came up with as an excuse. It's something that took me months, to come to terms with. Before I met you, Grace, I was living a life that wasn't my own. I had no control over my decisions. But since you...the crazy, stubborn Grace Bush...came into my life, I've had to learn how to stand up for myself, how to make decisions that give my life meaning and p
***As Grace's eyes locked with Mrs. Vera's, she felt the heat of anger emanating from the older woman like a blazing fire.Mrs. Vera wasted no time as she stormed towards Grace with a chilling intensity, her words dripping with malice. "You slut; I explicitly warned you to stay away from my son. It seems your mother didn't raise you with an ounce of sense," Vera hissed, her hand reaching out aggressively, aiming for Grace's throat, only to be abruptly halted by Noah'."Don't even think about it, Mother," Noah's voice sliced through the air, cold and cutting as he stepped in to protect Grace."Seriously! Are you talking to me right now, Noah? Do you even know what you are doing right now? How could you even stoop so low and... Vera attempted to regain control of him, but Noah brushed her off with a causal indifference that cuts deep, showing the underlying rift between them. Family bonds be damned."James?" Noah's called out, his voice devoid of warmth or emotion."Yes, boss," James r
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