Grace POV
“Don’t touch me, Grace,” Dash says, and the way he says it makes me pull my hand away from him. Everything in me screaming to run away, to stop this, but my stupid heart is telling me to stay, to apologize. I don’t know what to do or what to say and when I try to speak, he cuts me off asking me why I didn’t tell him. Tell him?
I tilt my head slightly as I stare into his beautiful ocean-blue eyes. I can see the hurt in them. He is not hiding from me. He differs from every other guy I have met before. He doesn’t hide behind a mask.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? If only you had told me,” Dash says and everything in me dies. My brain shuts down and my heart skips a beat. Would it have made a difference?
“Things would’ve been different, right?” I let out and his eyes meet mine once more and he nods. That&rsq
Grace POVNow I understand why he said my first time should’ve been different. Everything was different from how he took me in the car. He was careful, and he took his time making me feel good. God, the way he ate my pussy. I can’t help but smile, remembering his eyes staring into mine while he licked my pussy.He treated me like I was breakable, but every touch was perfect. Dash was the most amazing lover the three times we had sex. I roll on the bed and watch as he sleeps. His hand resting on his naked stomach. His chest moving with his breathing and the soft snore. The man looks as good asleep as he looks awake. I never knew it was possible to ache in some places I am aching right now.Dash bent me in so many positions, I felt like I was a contortionist in a circus, but when he placed me on top of him and told me to ride him was the best thing in the world. His eyes never left mine while his hands kept m
Dash POV“I’ll call you when I am done,” I tell Turner before I exit the car. I am having a meeting with Connor Astor about the new club that we will be opening next week. The guest list is so exclusive that there are pages online speculating about who will be attending the event. The amount of free press we are getting is surreal. We’re doing things in secrecy, the invitation is sent, but the location is not disclosed. No one knows where the club is going to be, everything is being done in the dark and I am loving every second of it. The guests are sent an NDA that they sign before they even get the dress code. The opening will be themed and once a month we will have an even more exclusive party than the normal nights with different themes. The opening theme is Saints and Sinners, where only three colors are allowed. White, black and red. I honestly can’t wait for that party. Walking up the steps to the Astor building, I am stopped by a familiar voice calling my name. “Good Mornin
Grace POVGoing back to school seems weird after the last few days I had. The robbery at the rescue center, Dash and my parents. I look around, trying to find my friends as I enter the coffee shop, but they are not there. I walk to the counter, greeting the young girl serving another client. I look at the specials board considering drinking something different. I have been through so much these last few days that I think I could try something new.“Hey Grace, didn’t see you there,” Jason says as he approaches me from behind the counter. “You’re the first one today,” he says, offering a genuine smile.“Hey Jason, I guess I am a little early today,” I let out, focusing on the board again. Jason looks over his shoulder to see what I am staring at and then he smiles.“Trying something new?” He asks and I nod, offering him a smile. Jason is the own
Grace POVI spent the entire day yesterday dodging Dash’s calls and attempts to contact me. I know I probably shouldn’t, but I just couldn’t talk to him. I was feeling hurt, and I didn’t want him to know I saw the photo. I messaged him saying Amber needed me and I would be with her all day. I know he didn’t believe me because he kept trying to call me and I wouldn’t answer.Whatever happened between him and that woman has nothing to do with me, but if he wants people to believe we are really engaged, maybe he shouldn’t be photographed with other women. I bet the press is having a field day with this and they are dragging my name through the mud.My parents tried calling me, and I didn’t answer. If I didn’t want to talk to Dash, I really didn’t want to talk to them. How would I explain him being with another woman? The way the photo was taken looked like
Dash POV“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Grace’s voice is louder than normal, questioning me as soon as I put her on the floor. Her eyes are wild, her hands on her hips as she stares at me as if I am the fucking enemy. I knew Tara was going to be a fucking problem for me, but I didn’t think she was going to interfere with Grace. “I’m kissing you,” I let out as I pull her to me and kiss her. Her hands quickly move from her hips to my chest as she fights me off. Grace pushes me away and because I am not a total jackass, I stop kissing her and groan in frustration. “No, you’re not kissing me,” she tells me and I take one step towards her and she shakes her head, raising her hand and stopping me as it slams against my chest. “Don’t you dare touch me,” she says. I stop where I am standing. My heart beats fast against my chest as I watch her eyes scan me. “I am not a merchandise Dash, I am someone that has a mind of her own, and I sure as hell don’t need a man to treat me like
Grace POVLiving with Dash wasn’t planned, none of this was planned. How he is treating me and how I am falling for him. I shake my head, trying to concentrate in class, but my brain won’t allow me. I am staring directly at my professor while my mind is going a thousand an hour. Everything Dash told me seems to have come out of a book, or one of those films that no one watches because the lead is a bad guy. I never thought my dad would get into debt the way he is now. He always seemed to have everything under control. He was always my hero and right now… he is the villain I am trying to get away from. When my classes are finally finished, I take a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I need to speak to Amber. She always knows how to get me in the right headspace. But first I need to go check on the dogs. I can’t remember how I got here. You know when you’re on autopilot and do things without noticing? That was me. I am standing in front of Dash’s apartment building. I look up and na
Grace POV“I can’t believe you are moving in with him,” Jamie says as she closes one of the cardboard boxes that is full of my kitchen things. Amber nods as I smile, folding some t-shirts as I put them inside another box. “I know I already asked this, but why didn’t you hire someone to do this?” Hannah asks as she places her hands on her hips, looking at me. “Because I have you,” I say and she shakes her head as Amber laughs with Jamie. “I don’t have a lot of things anyway,” I say, looking around the living room. It looks like a bomb exploded in here and everything is everywhere. I have boxes piled up everywhere. “Does your mom know you’re leaving?” Hannah asks, and I shake my head. This is the subject I have been avoiding, but my three friends are the mirrors I can’t avoid. They know everything about me, and they know how I avoid certain things. “When are you going to tell her?” Jamie asks as she grabs a pillow and shoves it into another box. I stay silent, but I know if I don’t
Grace POVAs soon as Dash’s car stops in front of my parent’s house, my hands start to shake and I am thinking about postponing this. I am not so sure right now. It’s like the drive took away all the courage I had gathered during the day. “It’s going to be okay,” Dash reassures me, but I honestly don’t think it will be. He is more positive than I am. Well, I have always been a very negative person. I have always seen the world through dark lenses. Nothing is as easy as it seems, and the universe decided to prove me right.I take a deep breath before I open the car door and step outside. I look at the townhouse and everything in me is telling me to run. To run for my life because nothing good will come out of this conversation. Walking up the steps and pressing the bell, I feel Dash right behind me. His hand pressed lightly against my lower back, encouraging me. “Don’t leave me alone with them,” I whisper without looking at him. Dash has been an amazing person who entered my life and