Blackmail

Davis's POV

“Yes, Grace, snapped out of it,” I said to her with a wide smile on my face.

Speaking with her really is doing me good. What a perfect therapy after my meeting with Lord fucking Nick.

I mean, I was smiling and amused at her behavior. Very transparent, even without seeing her, I could tell every one of her next moves. As if I could imagine what was running in her head.

“What were you thinking, Grace? Should I make a wild guess?” I asked, taunting her. Somehow, I'm finding joy in doing this. Taunting her.

Grace has the body of a goddess, how can I forget this? That night, I just couldn't get enough of her. Fuck, I can't believe just seeing her naked had made me hard like a rock.

I want her. I fucking want her again! Just once or twice. Damn! I wouldn't have come here. And to think that she is still thinking about that night too.

“Don't you dare change the topic, Davis” she said from the bathroom, making me come back to the present where I am in her room sitting on her bed