***"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Grace screamed, as she snapped her eyes open, her heart racing as she sat up in bed. "Seriously, not again," she groaned, rubbing her temples. "I thought those nightmares were behind me." She mutters, trying to shake off the remnants of her unsettling dream.As she glanced around, taking in her surroundings, her confusion deepened. "Where am I?" she mumbled, her voice barely audible in the eerie silence of the room, still scanning the room. Her eyes fell upon the familiar sight of her closet, the furnishings of her apartment slowly coming into focus. "This is my apartment, but how...?" did I end up here?Memories from the previous night trickled back like a rushing tide, fragmented and hazy. She remembered drinking with Noah, the laughter and warmth of their conversation but then... everything went blank. "What happened after that?" she wondered aloud, anxiety creeping into her voice.Her pulse quickened as she searched the room, panic rising within her. "Oh my God,
***"What are you...?" Noah's laughter died down abruptly as he watched her go, a sudden chill running down his spine.A pang of guilt tugged at his conscience, intensified by the fear that gripped him. It was a fear, unlike anything he had ever felt before, not even when he received the news about his own father's death.Without a second thought, Noah lunged toward Grace and seized her arm with a vice-like grip. "Okay, that's not funny, even as a joke," he declared, his voice trembling with urgency. His eyes widened in alarm as he scanned her face, searching for any hint of what lay beneath her unsettling attitude.But Grace remained eerily calm, her gaze unfaltering as she met his frantic stare. The silence hung heavy between them, broken only by the pounding of Noah's heart echoing in his ears.Sighing, she finally broke the silence. "And what makes you think I'm joking?" Her words sent a shiver down Noah's spine. "Why are you still here?" she asked after a moment, her voice tinged
***Noah sighed heavily as he glanced at his still-evident arousal. Being near Grace was like walking on a tightrope; one wrong move and it could spell disaster.If anyone had ever told him that there would come a time when he would have to restrain himself or heed a woman's words, he would have scoffed. But last night had been a wake-up call for him.Despite his strong desire to pound her, he couldn't bring himself to take advantage of her, even under the influence of alcohol. He knew how much she opposed the idea, and he respected her boundaries.He recalled a past experience where he had spent a night with a drunken woman who had seduced him intentionally.The memory made him shudder. He had unleashed his full sexual desire on her, fucked her like crazy, and then left her physically sore for days afterward.He had always prided himself on his stamina and never shied away from expressing his brute sexual desire, especially when his partners begged for more. But Grace was different.
*** Grace couldn't help but steal glances at Noah while pretending to be engrossed in picking out a new dish. There was something about the way he steered through the book, his easy charm, that drew her in. But each time she caught herself admiring him, reality came crashing back: he belonged to someone else. Throughout the day, Grace found herself wrestling with a whirlwind of emotions. Her attraction to Noah grew stronger by the minute, yet she knew it was futile. How could she allow herself to fall for a man who was already committed? It was like chasing a rainbow, beautiful but always just out of reach. Memories of her parents' love floated to the surface, like snapshots of a happier time. She remembered the joy they found in simple moments, like when her mom would play chef in the kitchen and her dad and she pretended to be hungry customers. Those memories felt like treasures now, reminders of a love that seemed so easy to attain. With a heavy sigh, Grace couldn't help but wo
***Even though Grace was initially reluctant to have Noah tag along with her, the grocery shopping trip went smoothly. There were no prying eyes or cameras, yet she couldn't shake off her self-consciousness.The weekend passed without any major hiccups, and true to his word, Noah spent the entire weekend with her.However, Grace found it difficult to fall asleep, as Noah continuously sought to steal kisses and perhaps more.The following week, Noah departed on a business trip to Australia. The launch of the new overseas branch kept him incredibly busy. His secretary, James, was left behind to compile all the necessary documents required for the trip. Since the call came suddenly, there was no time for farewells, and Noah had to leave without even saying goodbye.Whenever she was alone, like right now, Grace couldn't help but reminisce about the fun times she shared with Noah. It brought her happiness, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. With her father deceased an
***"You must know why I called you here, right?" Mrs. Vera asked, still sipping her tea., *Why wouldn't I know? But there's no need for this pain in the ass to know, right?* Grace thought to herself and with a lovely smile, she replied, "I have no idea, ma'am!" Of course, she had to lie. Who wouldn't? She glanced at the lady sitting close to Mrs. Vera, who was focused on her cell phone."Then I will be blunt with you.""Please do, ma'am," Grace replied calmly."Then stay the hell away from my son, starting from this instant," Mrs. Vera snapped, her tone sharp.Grace half-expected this, but hearing the real thing hurt. "Your son? You mean Noah Creed right? My boss,” she said with a smile and then added. “'m sorry, ma'am, but I think there's a big misunderstanding because there is nothing to stay away from. We don’t have anything to do with each other; he is my boss, and I work for him; that’s all."”Is that so?” Mrs. Vera placed her hands inside her bag, and Grace’s eyes watched inte
***Grace sighed bitterly as she lay on her bed, thoughts consumed by the past few weeks. It had been hell for her.After the incident with Noah’s mother, she had never been the same again. The words Mrs. Vera uttered haunted her, and the inability to see Noah only worsened the situation.She tossed and turned in her bed, grateful that it was the weekend.Grace let out a loud sigh; what really bothered her wasn't just being confronted by Mrs. Vera, but the wording she herself had used. Now, she feared that Noah might find out, and it wouldn't be surprising if all her statements were being recorded.She sighed again, repeating to herself, "This is not the first time she has met someone like Vera Creed." She knew of a woman who, in order to break her son's relationship, confronted the lover and recorded everything said about the boyfriend's family, leading to the end of the relationship.Although she didn't have a perfect name for their relationship yet, she was still scared."No," she
***After her bath, Mrs. Hail ate and decided to rest a little before their discussion.In no time, she fell asleep. Grace sat nearby, silently observing her sleeping face, pondering the weighty matter she intended to discuss.Though Grace had an inkling of the topic awaiting discussion, the thought of any serious trouble back home filled her with dread. She had already seen enough, witnessing her father's death at a young age and seeing her mother reduced to dependence on medical equipment. Not to mention the challenges she faced simply by being in New York.Sighing, Grace made her way to the sofa. She too was starting to feel sleepy just by staring at Ms Hail, and without much thought, she decided to rest.It was a decision she would soon regret. If only she had known the direction her sleep would take, she would have stayed awake, distracting herself with movies or a stroll outside.As soon as her eyes closed, Grace was plunged into a harrowing nightmare, reliving the tragic deaths