*Grace*The bitter taste of our argument lingered in the air as I paced through my living room, the worn wooden floorboards creaking beneath my steps, my grip tightened on my phone. David didn't try to call me back, and deep down, I kind of wished he did.With every breath, I felt the crushing weight of his jealousy suffocating me, filling my lungs with a toxic mix of anger and doubt. I struggled between understanding his concerns and feeling smothered by his actions. I didn't know how to feel.I decided to get ready for bed, keeping my mind occupied for a few minutes. As I settled onto my soft mattress, I closed my eyes, attempting to shut out the chaos of my thoughts. But it proved to be a futile effort. Sleep eluded me that night as unrelenting questions tormented my mind.How could a man who ignited such fierce desire within me also evoke such uncertainty? Was that how he really was when it came to relationships? Was he the type of man who acted possessive and jealous whene
*Grace*My heart raced as David pulled up to my building in his sleek, black luxury car. He stepped out and held the door open for me, his blue eyes locking with mine, his smile instantly turning my legs into jelly."Ready for our little getaway?" he asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips."More than ready," I replied, stepping into the car, the rich scent of leather mixed with his intoxicating cologne enveloping me immediately. As we drove away, the city lights faded behind us, replaced by the darkness of the night sky. We arrived at a private airport, and my breath caught in my throat when I saw the jet waiting for us. Of course he would fly us in a private jet. I didn't know what I was expecting.Boarding the aircraft, I was struck by the lavishness that surrounded me. David's wealth was staggering, and yet he still managed to make me feel like the most important person in his world.As the engines roared to life, the hum filled the cabin, creating an intimate atmos
*Grace*The room was draped in darkness, save for the faint glow of the projector casting a haunting light on David's face. I pressed myself against him, my arousal evident. My fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shirt to brush against the warm skin of his abdomen. He shuddered under my touch, and I reveled in the power I held over him in that moment."Can you see how turned on you make me?" I asked seductively, grinding myself against his already hard cock. David's grip tightened on my thighs and up my ass, and he pulled me down on him, trying to end the distance between us. "Don't tease me, Grace," he warned in a hoarse voice.His strong hands began to roam over my body, exploring every inch of me with a mix of urgency and reverence. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs grazing my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress, causing them to harden instantly. A moan escaped my lips, but it didn't seem to be enough for him. David hooked his fingers around the straps of my dress
*Grace*The weekend flew by in a dream-like state. It was more than I could ever have hoped for–more than I had ever imagined it would be. It felt like I was living someone else's life for a moment. Those had to be some of the best days of my entire life. Getting to spend it with David, away from the prying eyes of society, finally free to express our feelings openly, forgetting about everything and everyone back home for a while.We had walked by the beach while holding hands, enjoyed the sunset in a romantic atmosphere, had sex countless times, and still, I didn't feel like I'd had enough. I wasn't ready to return home yet and face reality and the consequences of our relationship.In our hidden escapades during Sarah's wedding, the imminent threat that someone would eventually find out about us was always over our heads, but this time, it wasn’t there. It had been just David and me, deepening our connection on a whole other level. The sea and the sky were the only witnesses to o
*Grace*"Your place is as cozy as ever," Sarah said, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings of my quaint apartment. The contrast between my simple home and her luxurious lifestyle was obviously a stark reminder of the rich-poor divide that separated us into entirely different worlds. Yet, Sarah never seemed bothered about it. If anything, sometimes it seemed like she felt more at home in my apartment than her own house."Thank you," I replied, forcing a smile. "Make yourself at home."As Sarah kicked off her shoes and settled onto the couch, we began to catch up. The conversation flowed effortlessly, allowing me to temporarily forget the weight of the secrets I carried. In these moments, it felt as though nothing had changed between us—as if the complexities of my relationship with David were merely a figment of my overactive imagination.I was desperately clinging to the notion that perhaps Sarah would understand the intricacies of both our feelings, especially considering
*David*I was already sleeping when Grace texted me last night. But waking up to her text got me worried, to say the least. I was sure Sarah hadn't discovered anything during their sleepover, otherwise Grace would have let me know. She might have just felt overwhelmed, having Sarah there with her, having to keep the secret hidden from her.I could understand it. And I hated to put her through this. And my daughter.My heart raced as I paced the lavish living room of my penthouse, each step sinking into the plush carpet beneath my feet. I decided to call Sarah and invite her over for dinner. I could prepare her for what Grace and I had to say before Grace arrived. This way, Sarah wouldn't be surprised by the both of us at once. Before I had the chance to call her though, the phone vibrated in my hand, jolting me from my thoughts. A message preview from Victoria flashed on the screen, and I hesitated before swiping it open, my stomach twisting with unease."I warned you, but
*Grace*The faint glow of my phone screen lit up as it vibrated on my desk. The sudden interruption startled me, causing me to sit up straight with a racing heart. David rarely called me during work hours, which got me on edge immediately."David?" I said as I picked up the call."We have a problem." His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had been silent for a long time. "Sarah found out about us. She stormed out of my apartment, completely devastated. We had a huge argument, and I'm afraid she's coming for you next."My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to make sense of what he said, each word sinking its claws deeper into my chest. The heaviness of reality weighed on me like an anchor, dragging me down into the depths of guilt and fear. The moment I had dreaded since our forbidden romance began had finally arrived.Swallowing hard, I tried to piece together my thoughts, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Fear crept up my spine as I envisioned Sarah's wrath, her pain piercin
*David*The anxiety gnawed at me, a relentless beast that refused to be tamed. I paced the length of my penthouse, clutching my phone as if it were a lifeline. Grace hadn't responded to any of my messages or calls since our last conversation, and Sarah had shut me out too. Their silence was deafening, leaving me with a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach.I couldn't calm down until I knew what had transpired between them. Was my daughter alright? Was Grace? Why didn't she respond? My thoughts raced, each more terrifying than the last. I thought about getting inside my car and going after them, but I knew that was probably going to make things worse.I had never seen Sarah that distraught in my life. I couldn't stop blaming myself, and the guilt I was feeling was threatening to swallow me whole.The night dragged on, and eventually, it claimed me–I succumbed to a restless slumber, gripping my phone tightly, hoping for some word from either of them.Morning light crept into