Trapped

Grace's POV

Looking at him as he helplessly left the room made me almost burst into laughter, but instead, I smirked. What was he thinking? That I'll happily dive into his arms after he had refused to call or text me for days?

After he left, I made my way to the door and locked it before diving into the bed.

"Ah, peace" I mumbled before hugging the pillow Davis had used. It still had his masculine scent on it, making me smile.

I love him, I love Davis and I want him, but thinking about it, I wonder how I'll be able to share him with others. No matter how I think about it, I'm never comfortable knowing that Davis might be out for business and having sex with some other woman. I don't share and I won't. I'll have to make this clear to him or else there'll be no marriage. We can just easily tear that paper to pieces.

“Where is that paper…” I wondered as I searched for it around the bed. It wasn't there.

Did Davis take it?

I got up from the bed and began to search the floor and under