*Grace*The early morning scene at the Biltmore Estate was truly breathtaking. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty surrounding me, knowing that I would long for this view once I returned home. The first rays of the sun had just begun to paint the sky with hues of orange and pink when I caught sight of David on the terrace, deep in conversation with Sarah and a small group of others.I watched their exchange while pouring myself a cup of coffee. He gestured with authority, capturing everyone's attention, and for the first time I saw David acting like the businessman he was–his demeanor exuding confidence and control as he debated with the event organizers.It was fucking hot.As much as I wanted to know what they were discussing, I kept my curiosity at bay. Their expressions were serious and focused, suggesting something of importance was being hashed out."Mr. Anderson is really something, isn't he?" Lisa mused from my side, following my gaze. It surprised me that she'd share
*Grace*As I attempted to compose myself, I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes glistening with tipsy excitement. The champagne had left my senses heightened and my cheeks flushed, but the way David's piercing blue eyes watched me before I entered the bathroom had made me weak on the knees.As I stood there, the door behind me creaked open. My heart skipped a beat as I saw David's reflection in the mirror, his eyes darkened not only by the dim light in the bathroom, but also with unmistakable lust as he stared at me."David?" I questioned, turning around to look at him, my voice barely above a whisper even though I was trying really hard not to show how much he was affecting me. "What are you doing here?"He didn't answer, but his intense gaze never left mine, as if he were undressing me with his eyes alone. I felt a shiver run down my spine and my mouth instantly goin dry as I watched him lock the door behind him and slowly walk towards me, his footsteps echoing on the marbl
*Grace*The bachelorette party seemed to stretch on forever, and I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it anymore. Not after the way David had touched me in the bathroom, leaving me breathless and wanting more.I knew it was wrong. I should not be doing that or wanting more, but I did. It was all I could think about. The memory of his fingers inside me, so close to pushing me over the edge, lingered vividly in my mind."Sarah, I think I'm going to head to bed," I told her through the music blasting on the speakers. "I've got a bit of a headache."I felt guilty for lying to her. But it was the only way I could think of to get out of there without making her mad at me for leaving her party early."Of course, Grace. Get some rest." She patted my shoulder absentmindedly. She was already drunk, so I guessed that counted in my favor. She probably wouldn't even notice I was gone.As I wandered down the hallway towards my room, I stopped in my tracks, glancing at David's bedroom door at the e
*Grace*The chatter of well-dressed guests filled the opulent dining room as I entered. The table was impeccably laid, the chandelier lights reflecting off polished silverware and delicate crystal glasses. Sarah had outdone herself with this dinner. I couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite details of the Biltmore Estate. I'd been there for a few days and the place still managed to impress me every time."Grace, you made it!" Sarah greeted me with a radiant smile, looking effortlessly elegant in a soft lavender dress that hugged her athletic figure just right. Her hazel eyes sparkled with excitement.As she hugged me, guilt felt like a punch in my stomach, crawling its way up to my throat. I shouldn't be doing any of this to her. It wasn't fair. Sarah had been nothing but a good friend to me all these years, yet here I was, nourishing feelings for her father and allowing my desire for him to overcome my friendship."Of course I did," I replied, swallowing the lump in my throat an
*Grace*I lay in my bed later that night, the silk sheets cool against my skin, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. My heart raced as I replayed the events of the day, my encounter with David in the sauna leaving me both breathless and utterly confused. Our passion had left me yearning for more, but the consequences of our actions weighed heavily on my conscience.Then, the whole debate over dinner between David, Sarah and Daniel put me on edge for different reasons. I was afraid this would somehow ruin her wedding day. And I also didn't know why David seemed so irritated with their engagement when all he had done so far was to make sure his daughter was happy and had the wedding of her dreams.There was a nagging thought in the back of my mind telling me this wasn't my business, but I couldn't help but want to be there for him. To listen to his worries and be able to comfort him. To take his mind off things.A soft knock on my door jolted me from my thoughts."Grace?" Da
*Grace*When the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, I awoke feeling both satisfied and somewhat upset about how things had turned out after my passionate night with David. I stretched languidly, my body still sore and humming with the aftershocks of our sex. It had been everything I'd always fantasized about–David's hands on my body, his lips exploring every inch of my skin, his powerful and chiseled muscles pressing me against the mattress, and yet... I couldn't find true satisfaction in those memories.Yes, it had been the best sex of my life, but still, sleeping on an empty bed afterward only made me more conscious of what I couldn't have. True, I was the one to tell him to leave, but as I realized that was all I could ever expect from him, my mind went down on a spiral I couldn't control.He never lied to me about what he could offer me, never once made me believe he was promising more than just that, but still, I had been fool enough to dream about it.I gro
*Grace*The long-awaited wedding day had finally arrived, and the Biltmore Estate was buzzing with excitement. People scurried around like ants, making last-minute preparations and ensuring everything would be perfect for Sarah's special day.I tried not to think too much about what David's visit to my room last night meant. Especially, I tried not to think about what he had said–that Victoria meant nothing to him and that I was the one he wanted.Did he really mean that? And if yes, what did it entail? That he only wanted me for sex? That's what he told me when we slept together, wasn't it? So, could he have changed his mind?I shook my head. Of course not.Amidst the chaos of the wedding–and in my mind–I tried my best to help Emma and Lisa to keep Sarah relaxed during the day. She was a bundle of nerves, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a jittery energy that was almost maddening. I couldn't blame her though–it was her big day, after all.When she finally retreated to her r
*Grace*As I stood outside of David's room, my heart pounded in my chest. The conversation between Victoria and Margaret echoed in my mind, their voices dripping with manipulation. They were determined to reunite Victoria and David, but I couldn't let that happen.Even though I had told him that I needed some time to think, I didn't have much left. I had no idea what to expect from my near future, and if Victoria was starting to act now, I had to do something. I couldn't give up on David like that. I needed him. My desires burned for him, overpowering any lingering doubts or fears I had.If he wanted me for just sex, I could do that. I would hide my other feelings for him deep down in my heart, pretending they didn't exist. If that meant I could still have him somehow, so be it.Taking a deep breath, I looked around to make sure no one saw me, and pushed the door open, stepping inside.The sound of water running coming from inside the bathroom caught my attention. The thought of h