Chapter 40 : A Bitter Pill to Swallow

*David*

The scent of aged leather and paper filled my nostrils as I sat behind the heavy oak desk in my office surrounded by documents and contracts that seemed to have no end. But as much as I tried to focus on the words before my eyes, my mind wasn't having it.

My body still tingled from the sex with Grace the previous night, and my brain was occupied with memories of her moaning and squirming beneath me. She fitted so perfectly into my arms–it felt like she was made for me.

Finally having her in my arms again felt like a dream. After being ghosted for days, I had started to believe she would never talk to me again. I was convinced that my days with her were over, only the memories of our time together lingering behind for me to hold onto.

Yet, yesterday renewed the hope within me that what we had wasn't lost. Finally confessing my love for her made me feel more alive than ever. It gave me a determination to fight for her that, just a day ago, was threatening to disappear and