Grace Jones fell in love with a stranger at first sight on her final day in college which led to a one night stand. And she believed she had found her mate till the next morning when she woke up and the stranger was no longer there. Grace fell pregnant two months later and had to run away from home as her parents were forcing her to abort the pregnancy. She managed to survive somehow and became a freelance writer. Seven years later, Grace saved a young Billionaire who later turned out to be the Father of her child, the one man she had loved and hated at the same time...
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In silence we studied each other on a bed, evaluating, doubting, and considering by turns, because it was so sudden, so unexpected. We were merely strangers turned drink buddies few hours ago. We didn’t even know our names yet. He only jokingly called me Ms. Budweiser because I said I loved beer more, while I laughed hard and loud, calling him Mr. Chardonnay because he said he only drank wine.But I and my friends made him take beer. It was a way to apologize for bumping into him and ruining his white T-shirt. I was going to get another round of drink while he was heading to the rest room as I could remember it. However due to my crazy hurrying, and the excitement of our finals, I had bumped into him and caused him to spill his drink on himself and at the same time holding me from tripping over.He snaked his firm hand around my waist to keep me steady and our eyes locked. At that instant, the world suddenly went silent, the deafening music from blaring speakers around us became a distant sound to meHis steel-grey heart-stopping eyes drew me in and drowned me. My head swooned, my heart beat took an unnatural speed, jamming itself against my ribcage. Thousands of angry butterflies sprang up in my stomach, fluttering like they were being chased by a predator.All that happened at once. If I was reading my experience in a romance novel, I’d sneer and scowl at the writer for being unnecessarily corny and cheeky. I’d call the book a cliché but still go ahead to read it.However, this particular cliché wasn’t happening to some lucky female protagonist.It was happening to me, Grace, the nerdy, boring twenty three year old virgin who was about graduating college without a boyfriend or a mate. Not that I had one before and broke up with them for some reasons. At all. I never had any.I would have called what just happened ‘a love at first sight’ and I was sure he would have too, owing to the way he kept his eyes on mine for the thousands of seconds our eyes locked.Or have I finally found my mate? I wondered vaguely. Finding one’s mate was one of the most difficult thing now in the twenty-first century werewolf kingdom. People just get themselves partners and call them boyfriends or girlfriend or wives or husbands and humans did since we were sharing almost the same fate.After our bump, we had muttered repeated sorrys to each other with effusive awkward gestures. I couldn’t let him go like that after all that chemistry between us, so I had come out from my shell of shyness and awkwardness and asked him to join me and my friends on our drinking table.Now here we are, in my dimly lit tiny college room, inhaling each other’s breathe, with our eyes locked and our breathing accelerated, standing so close our noses could meet. We were both drunk but knew this feeling wasn’t instigated from alcohol. I wanted him and wasn’t ashamed for the first time in my life to admit it. I had vowed never to do it till I found the one that made my heart flutter in my chest. Or if I found my mate.I wasn’t sure about the former, but it my heart was a living testimony of the effect of this young beautiful man standing in front of me.I took two steps backward, to get a fuller and more concise view of the first man I was going to share my bed with. He was many inches taller than I was, literally towering over me with his firmly squared broad shoulders. Strands of his dark brown hair which fell across his temples accentuated his sexiness. His oblong angular face was never the type I could forget in a hurry. Should I go on about his full lips and how it interrupts my breathing whenever I stare at them? As we stood few inches apart, I yearned to press my lips against that bare skin that ran from his throat to his chest and my breast against that white stained shirt.With a sigh that was really surrender, I ignored my racing heart and took a step further.We looked at each other and then our lips met and lingered. I felt myself sinking into the bliss of the sweetest sensations and my hands came up on their own to touch his face. I knew I was desired but, just for the moment, I felt loved and it was what I needed. We both knew it would have been okay to wait, get to know each other and talk more, however, we both also knew we couldn’t wait. This felt too right. I didn’t feel a single pang of guilt or the need to be cautious. He didn’t give me a chance to change my mind. He crushed my body to his, one hand on my back, the other on my hips, pressing me against his hard body. I gasped with sheer pleasure and then to my horror, I began to tremble. This was the first time and I wasn’t familiar with the moves and I felt awkward, unable to respond as I wanted to.“Hey…” he murmured against my hair and his arms loosened, as though he understood, as though he was well aware of the fact that he was my very first. He began to stroke my hair gently, persuasively, so that my eyes closed and I began to relax. His hands moved to my back, beginning an unhurried exploration that made me shiver again, but this time in the most delicious manner.I began to respond, my hands sliding up his back and across his shoulders in a thrilling exploration of my own. I opened my eyes, saw his throat where the collar was open and pressed my lips against it. I felt a deep shudder run through him that might have been my own, so deeply did it thrill her. I reached up to thread my fingers through his hair and used it to pull his face down to mine.Our lips met and fused with an ecstasy that seared me to the depth of my being. We broke apart and gazed at each other, and then he was pressing kisses all over my face and I held my head back to expose my throat for more. I was awash with sensation, but it only built up the urgency for our lips to meet again… and again. His hands were on the zip at the back of my dress and I began to unbutton his shirt. He shrugged out of it as I stepped out of my dress and kicked it away in a frenzy, and he pressed me against his chest again with only the fragile silk of my slip between us.He kissed his way down my neck, to my shoulders and slid the straps from them. The slip caught at my hips, but none of us noticed because now, my bare breasts were pressed against his naked chest and we both gasped. He turned me slightly from him, lifting her face to kiss and then his hands moved down to my breast, grasping, massaging it and then playing with my nipple. My groan of pleasure was lost against his lips and, as I felt my legs go weak, he picked me up and carried me unto my bed.He kicked back his shoes, threw back the quilt, put me on the bed and stood looking down at me while he took off the rest of his clothes. The curtains hadn’t been closed and a surprisingly bright moon bathed us both in a silvery glow. “Do you know how lovely you are?” he asked as he lay beside me. He didn’t expect an answer, and I was quite incapable of giving one because his mouth had fastened on to my breast and his tongue was flicking my nipples into a frenzy of desire. He moved to the other breast and the delicious torment began anew. “Chardonnay…” I breathed, but he took no notice, sliding the petticoat from my hips, and then my stockings and suspenders, and kissing his way over the warm flesh he exposed.“Chardonnay…” I breathed again, writhing with the most exquisitely unendurable ecstasy I had ever known, but now his own passion overwhelmed him as he entered me, going in real slow and when my core gave passage to his huge member, he began thrusting hard and desperately in the need to quench his own fires. I held fiercely, pressing his hips against mine as we sought and found the final explosion of passion. Mr. Chardonnay kissed me with hot, spent and grateful lips and then he collapsed against me, moving down to rest his face between my breasts. I pulled the quilt over us and cuddled him to myself while out breathing turned to normal.It was a long time before he stirred, then he rolled off my body and propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. “I’m crazy about you, Ms. Budweiser,” he said huskily. “How do you feel about me?” I couldn’t answer. The whole thing was feeling so surreal to me. “I’m here, and I’m not a one-night stander.” was my response. “We don’t even know each other’s real names yet. I’m-”“Tomorrow,” I cut him short with a sleepy tone. “Let’s tell each other our names tomorrow and other things we should know about us.” I said with finality in my voice.He sighed.But he wouldn’t understand. Seeing him on my bed by morning when I wake up was going to convince me that this wonderful moments weren’t a dream. And that I had found the love of my life.I had gone through college as a nerdy boring girl without a mate or a boyfriend and a werewolf with zero rank. If not for my two best friends, my life would have been more than the hell it had been here in Stratford College.But here I was on the last day of my final year making love with the most beautiful man I had ever met, who could possibly be my mate or boyfriend after today.I felt giddy with happiness and relief. It was all too fast and going too well, I was dreading disappointments. “Let’s know each other wolf’s name at least.” he murmured, dragging me from my train of thoughts. I pushed him over on his back, then propped myself over him, my breast brushing against his chest. “I don’t want to talk tonight. Tomorrow will do. Go to sleep.” I kissed his eyes shut and then studied, and it almost hurt me how handsome he looked with his face relaxed and the moon turning the sun-bleached ends of his brown hair to silver.I kissed his forehead, clasped my eyes shut and let myself drown into dream land.EPILOGUETwo years later...I carried the baby basket I had with me and gave it to Laurie, instructing her to take her sibling with her inside. I would carry the other baby shower things I brought inside myself.Yes, Laurie's sibling. I had another baby a few months ago for the man of my heart.Speaking of which, he came out from the house running towards me. He must've seen Laurie enter. He had been here earlier than us; he had to for his best man duties.Jody and Marcus were getting married!Watching them return together and settle and compromise, choosing the love they shared above all their differences, was so elating.Imagine how I felt when Jody said she'd taken in for Marcus. When she first broke the news, I thought an 'I'm having an abortion' news would follow right after, but it never came. I had expected it because this was Jody. Jody! She had said it herself once that she didn't think she ever wanted to be a mother.
GRACE POVI wanted to ask him if he was feeling well enough for us to get on the road, but with the kind of determination on his face, I knew even if he wasn’t feeling well enough, it still wouldn’t deter him. So I dressed myself and Laurie and we got on our way. To be honest, I was really curious too. Even Laurie was and she kept throwing questions of our destination to Connor who did everything but answer those questions. I remained silent the whole ride, deep in my thoughts.We had gotten far into the journey when familiarities started to spring up. They were minimal at first so I didn’t pay them much attention, but then they became much more glaring that I couldn’t just ignore. Connor was taking us to the home his company stole from me.Was he trying to absolve himself of the accusation of his Mom that day in his home?Well, I was looking forward to seeing how he could possibly explain it. Even if I could excuse him taking the ho
JODY’S POVI should’ve known he would be there. I mean, that fact was pretty obvious. If we were going somewhere to see Marcus, then naturally he would be there, or at least somewhere nearby. So why was I still shocked to see him there?Seeing him there, his shirt half-buttoned and him drifting in and out of consciousness, did a series of things that I didn’t like to my heart.I was supposed to be over him, wasn’t I? Why was I feeling these hard tugs to my heart then?When the woman smiled at Grace and introduced herself, I realised it was just that Grace had jumped to conclusion as I had guessed. I knew Connor loved her too much to do anything that could jeopardise what they had, and everyone except Grace seemed to see that.My legs took me to Marcus’ side, and I didn’t bother fighting them. I used my hands to straighten his head to face up. He opened his eyes slightly and his luscious lips curved a bit. His l
GRACEThe call ended abruptly before I even had the chance to reply the person. Irritated by the unknown female’s audacity, as well as a pang of jealousy, I redialed the number only to realize it was Connor’s business number. One I didn’t bother to save.Why would another female be calling me with Connor’s number? I wondered, getting up on my feet and absentmindedly grabbing my winter coat.“I only left yesterday and he had the guts to hang out with another female? Let’s not jump into conclusion just yet, Grace, breathe… I said to myself looking down at my friends who were staring at me like I had suddenly lost my mind.“Who was that Grace? What kind of call made you get up like that?” NK asked me sharply, concern written on her face.“Uhmm,” I hesitated, wondering if it was okay to let them know, well dammit! “A female just called me with Connor’s ph
CONNORI sat on the high stool facing the counter in my favorite bar, listening to You’re My Universe by BTS and Coldplay play softly in the background.Ever since Grace and Laurie left the house, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I understood her anger and resentment and knew that she had every right to be mad at me but I wasn’t expecting her to find out that way. I couldn’t believe even my mother knew about it.Of course she knew about the properties my father acquired before I took over the family’s business but I didn’t know she knew the house at the outskirt of London belonged to Grace. And using that against my relationship with Grace was something I really, really didn’t see coming.“Been a while, Mr. Shelby, what cocktail would you like today?” Bill, my favorite bartender asked, dragging me out of my thoughts. I raised my head to stare him, forcing a warm smi
GRACEWhen Connor and I came back from his mother’s place, he was trying so hard to act like everything was alright, and nothing was wrong. But I wished he wouldn’t act that way.I wanted us to talk, to talk about his mother because as much as she wouldn’t stop me from seeing Connor, I wouldn’t want any of his family member to be against us being together, especially someone as important as his mother.She was extremely important to him so her opinion should count too when it came to our union, to an extent. Also, I was trying to understand why Connor had never mentioned anything about my parents’ house to me all these while. I kept thinking about it all the way from Wales to London but couldn’t wrap my head around how strong his reasons could be. Why didn’t he tell me about the house? My parent’s house, the only thing I got from my parent after their death. The same house I had to give up
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW.Marcus stared at Jody in confusion.How could someone change their mind so suddenly? He understood how spontaneous Jody could be but he couldn’t quite put a finger on why she changed her mind so abruptly. While he was leaving her office few minutes ago, he thought they were really over until she called him back, accepting his offer for them to talk, and eat.He planned to ask her to give him another chance. Another chance to make her happy. He couldn’t live without her anymore, anyway, so he was ready to do all it took to make her take him back.But currently, he was feeling himself get hard just from her words. His dick pushed out of his pants as her nearness snapped awake his hormones.“Marcus?” Jody called, snapping Marcus out of his train of thoughts.“Let’s eat,” Marcus tried again, handing Jody her own plate but she took it from him and placed it
JODY“How are you my boyfriend, Marcus?” I asked with subtle irritation laced in my voice, as I took my seat after I was able to gather my equilibrium.I couldn’t believe Marcus would come to where I worked and introduce himself as her boyfriend. What he did made me feel some sort of warmth inside but I caught herself quickly before she fell for his charm again.She still loved him to the point where it hurt so badly, but she has promised herself never to take him back again.Never.Never, ever. And she meant it.She gazed at him evenly as he sat uncomfortably on her visitor’s chair adjacent hers. He was gazing at her as well, but his gaze was saying so much, words she could hear loud and clear even though he didn’t speak out a word. “Jody can we talk?” his expression was serious.“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”“No,
GRACEI sat in the car clutching my child to my chest a little tighter than normal as hot tears streamed down my eyes. I patted her hair to keep her from seeing me cry.I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. My heart was tearing into tiny shreds and sinking at the same time. My hands trembled, I held on tighter, my chest burned and my head swelled. Connor’s mother’s words were like knives targeted straight into my heart.And if her words were meant to hurt me, she succeeded because they really hurt and what made it worse was my child was sitting right there hearing them.I don’t care if she doesn’t want us, neither do I care about her acceptance of me and my child. The most important thing was me not giving up on my child for any reason. I knew what I was going to go through when I decided to keep her all by myself and I went ahead anyway.I struggled with my child, the both of us wen
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