Chapter 2 Was Last Night Your First Time?
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Grace didn't respond, but the initial shock in her eyes gradually gave way to disbelief.
Ian noticed her reaction, furrowed his brows, and quickly explained, "That was just me and Blake bumping into each other. It's not what you're thinking."
Seeing that Grace remained unmoved, Ian pressed on, frowning.
"But you, shouldn't you explain why you're here?"
Grace avoided Ian's gaze, instead turning her attention to the striking man standing next to him. His delicate features were so refined they made him look even more feminine than a woman. For a moment, she was dazed.
Memories flashed through her mind, and the pieces finally came together.
No wonder. Five years—five years of being together—and he had never once touched her. Not even holding hands most of the time. They always acted more like casual friends walking side by side.
She had gone out of her way to create romantic settings, hoping to move their relationship forward, only for him to push her away, cold and unyielding.
At one point, she even began to question her own attractiveness.
Over the years, Grace became more and more insecure. She had loved Ian deeply.
Ian was perfect in every other way, aside from never touching her. His aloofness made her increasingly dependent on him, unable to let go.
To keep him, Grace had done everything she could to please him. From the smallest details of his meals to planning their travels, she handled everything herself, terrified that he might find something unsatisfactory.
Grace had considered every possible reason for Ian's lack of interest. Every reason—except the possibility that Ian might like men.
Her boyfriend liked men, and here she was, still feeling guilty for accidentally cheating on him with his father last night? How absurd!
What a fool she had been!
Blake Harrington smirked, his eyes brimming with provocation. "Grace? Oh, Ian mentions you often."
Disgust churned in Grace's stomach.
Ignoring her expression, Blake continued, "Although, to be honest, your looks and figure are rather average. Last night at the party, when I stepped out for some fresh air, I saw someone who looked just like you making out with another guy."
Grace frowned, her hand clenched into a fist at her side.
Suddenly, she remembered Ian's distracted behavior at the party last night. He had kept checking his phone. Then, after answering a call, his tense expression had softened. Smiling, he told her he needed to use the restroom but was gone for a long time.
She suspected it now. Ian must have been waiting for this man!
Ian glanced at Blake, who smiled innocently. When Ian turned back to Grace, his eyes were sharp, and his tone turned accusatory. "Grace, you kissed another man behind my back? How could you betray me?"
Grace was strikingly beautiful, with a natural elegance that made her one of a kind. There wasn't another woman who could compare.
She laughed bitterly, stepping up to Ian and slapping him across the face. "Cheater! You've really got some nerve to turn this around on me. Who betrayed who, huh? You're nothing but trash. We're done!"
Still unsatisfied, she tossed her purse aside, rolled up her sleeves, and raised her hand again.
Ian instinctively covered his face, but the next moment—
"Ah!" Ian cried out, doubling over in pain, his expression filled with disbelief as he looked at Grace.
Grace didn't care about Ian's reaction. She strode up to Blake and, before he could react, slapped him twice. Her voice dripped with disdain. "Enjoy being the other man, huh? That scum is all yours now. I don't want him!"
Ian, stunned to see Grace hit Blake too, felt a pang of guilt flash across his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he stormed over to Grace, his face dark with anger.
"Break up? The wedding is next month! What break up?"
Liking Blake didn't mean Ian didn't like Grace too.
Grace struggled against his grip. "Let go of me!"
Ian tightened his hold, his strength overpowering hers.
Grace had no patience for him. Without hesitation, she bit down hard.
Ian yelped in pain and raised his hand, ready to strike, but Logan caught his wrist mid-air.
Logan's gaze was cold and commanding as he stared Ian down. His voice carried an undeniable authority. "When did I ever teach you to hit women? Seems you've grown bold."
Ian froze, his defiance vanishing instantly. He avoided Logan's eyes, mumbling, "Dad, why are you here?"
Logan cast him a disdainful glance that made Ian straighten up immediately.
Ashamed but too afraid to speak, Ian stepped slightly forward, trying to shield Blake from view. His father was a ruthless man, equally feared in both legitimate and underground circles. Ian, as his son, wasn't spared from his severity.
Grace's mind blanked the moment she saw Logan. She stood frozen for a few seconds before snapping back to reality. While Logan reprimanded her scumbag ex, she turned and bolted down the stairs.
Logan heard the hurried footsteps echoing down the stairwell. The frantic sound betrayed her panic, and for a moment, his usually stern eyes softened with a hint of helplessness.
Was he that scary? Last night, she had been so bold and passionate. Now, she was avoiding him like the plague.
Grace didn't stop until she reached the street. Only when she was seated in a cab did she finally catch her breath.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated with a new text message.
Unknown Number: Was last night your first time with a man? So, how was it? Satisfied with Mr. Wells's skills?
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