Grace
“Let’s have s*x, Miss Grace.”
I choked on my spit. My hand flew up to my mouth as I coughed, trying to understand what I just heard.
Sex? Like, actual s*x?
Was this some kind of test? A hallucination? I already thought my life was over five minutes ago when I ran my mouth like a damn fool, and especially when he confirmed that I was the woman from that night. I thought I’d hit rock bottom. But apparently, there was still a floor to crash through.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whispered under my breath. I stared up at him, wide-eyed. “I-I think you must’ve made a mistake…”
One brow lifted.
Oh no.
It's that look again.
“Is that what you really think?” he asked, causally. “Do you honestly believe I make mistakes?”
I didn’t respond, because I seriously doubted he ever made m
