Grace POV
I open my eyes and immediately regret doing so. I flinch as the pain in my head strikes like a football to the head. “Oh God,” I murmur as I sit up on the bed and frown, taking in the room. I look around, not recognizing the furniture.
The large black chest of drawers with a huge TV hanging on the wall above it, a navy blue arm chair on the corner with a round table with a modern design next to it. The walls are light and the bed is huge with fluffy white covers. I look down at my body and my eyes widen and I jump out of bed to find myself wearing clothes I have never seen before.
I lift the band t-shirt I am wearing and immediately smack my forehead with my hand. Fuck. Fuckity fuck, what have I done? I look around, trying to find my clothes, but all I can see is the nicest bedroom I have ever seen. Oh shit. I look down again, not recognizing the clothes. It’s a black T-shirt and some black male boxer shorts. No. That can’t be true.
Where the hell am I? I can’t believe I did this. I look around once more and find my shoes on the end of the bed. Good. Something familiar. I put the socks and shoes on and walk to the door on my tiptoes as if it would make a difference. I place my hand on the doorknob and open it slightly peeking out. The damn contact lenses are burning my eyes and making my vision blurry.
I rub my eyes, and one of them pops off, falling on the ground. “Shit,” I hiss, falling on my hands and knees trying to find the fallen contact. I can’t see anything without it and only wearing one is impossible. Especially with this headache. As I move around in the same place, touching the carpeted floor, I see two feet standing in front of me.
I stay still as if that would make me go invisible or something like that while I internally beat myself. How did I end up in a situation like this? In someone’s house that I can’t remember, wearing their clothes and on my hands and knees.
I move my head up slightly as I look at the legs wearing a dark gray tracksuit. The pants are dangerously low because I can see the guy’s V that leads to his privates. I gulp as I see his strong, tanned, and veiny hands resting on his hips. I close my eyes for a couple of seconds before I look up and get knocked off of my feet by how stunning the man is.
“I never thought I would see you on all fours for me this fast,” he says as he grins and I shake my head, trying to push away the embarrassment I am feeling right now. He offers me a hand and I take it helping me to get up. His other hand supports me on my elbow and I swear I can feel an electric shock moving up and down my arm after his touch.
“How are you feeling sleeping beauty?” He asks and I offer him a small smile, not really knowing how to act right now. I thought after sex we were supposed to feel sore and everything ache. At least that’s what I read in my books, but I don’t feel like that. Sleeping beauty?
“Erm, okay?” I let out, and he raises one eyebrow and smiles. His smile is so wide and his teeth so white that I swear the man looks like he just came out of every girl’s wet dreams.
“Are you asking me or telling me?” He says and I look down at my hands as I fiddle with the bottom of the t-shirt and I can hear a soft groan. I look up to see that the guy’s smile disappeared and his hands are now curled into fists on his side.
“Where am I?” I finally gather the courage to speak and he looks around and then at me.
“My house,” he finally says and I nod, trying to gather my thoughts. It’s very difficult to think around a guy like him half-naked. His body is beautiful. He looks like he has been carved by the Greek Gods. His tattoos all around his body might tell a story, but I don’t want to stare. I really wish I had my glasses here.
“Do you remember what happened last night, sleeping beauty?” He asks and I raise my head, staring into his beautiful blue eyes and I swear my stomach gains a life of its own as butterflies start moving and I feel that little cold.
“I remember the party, dancing, my friends, and that is all,” I say, and he nods slightly, taking one step closer to me. His feet almost touching mine while his finger rests under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. To look into his plump lips and then to his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobs, and then he smiles.
“Good,” he finally says, and I am left more confused than before. “Your phone has been ringing non-stop, you might want to check it,” he says and I nod slightly as he pulls away and something inside of me dies with the distance between us. I have never felt anything like this before, especially with a guy. Yes, I feel attracted to guys, but never like this, never with this intensity.
“You must be hungry,” he says and I nod as I feel and hear my stomach growl in hunger. The guy laughs lightly and I follow him down the corridor, trying to take care of where I put my feet because I can’t see very well.
He seems so carefree, walking around barefoot, without a shirt, like he doesn’t owe anyone an explanation. I sit on the breakfast bar as I watch him move around his kitchen, grabbing everything he needs to make us breakfast.
“I hope you like bacon,” he says and I look down at my hands shifting uncomfortably in my seat. His eyes meet mine and I bite my lower lip slightly, trying to break the news I am a vegetarian. “You don’t like bacon?” He asks, his tone shocked and his eyes widen as he tries to read my body language.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s more that I don’t eat it, I am vegetarian,” I say, and the spoon he was holding falls with a loud noise on the counter and he shakes his head trying to get out of his shock.
“You’re telling me you don’t eat meat by choice? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks, and I am taken aback by his words.
“Excuse me?” I let out as I stand up. His eyes follow my movement and I look around, ready to leave. This guy is unbelievable. Just because he got my V card, he thinks he can judge me? Besides, who in their right mind has sex with a drunk girl?
“I didn’t mean to judge, it’s just weird,” he says and I shake my head. Too late, my friend.
“I have to go home, I think I have spent too much time with a guy I don’t even know the name of, who had sex with me while I was drunk, and is judging me for my life choices,” I say walking out of the kitchen. “Classy,” I whisper and suddenly I feel his hand on my wrist stopping me and spinning me around.
My hands rest on his bare chest and I can’t stop myself from moving my fingers slightly touching his bare eight-pack. His finger rests under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“I am not a rapist, I would never have sex with someone as drunk as you were, I like my girls very aware of what I am doing to them, how I am fucking them, if anything I got you out of a sticky situation, maybe you should thank me instead of accusing me of doing something I would never do,” his tone is serious, the playfulness of his tone disappearing.
“I… I should go,” I say, trying to avoid his eyes, but again. His finger under my chin forces me to look up at him, and he offers me a small smile. He leads closer.. his lips inches away from me and I close my eyes, waiting for his lips to touch mine, but they don’t.
“Dash,” he whispers and I open my eyes to see a bright smile on his face while his thumb caresses my cheek. “My name is Dash.”
Grace POV“Oh my God, where were you? I even considered calling the cops.” Amber says as soon as I call her back after getting home. Lying on the couch with my arm covering my eyes, I listened to how worried she was and how she got everyone, including some of the guys from the football team, to look for me. “I’m fine, I’m home,” I say and she takes a deep breath after filling my ears with the amount of worry, especially after what happened last night. “Okay, wait up. What happened last night?” I sit up straight on the couch and Amber takes her time. “Amber…” I say in a warning tone. “Someone walked into the party and broke loads of stuff and beat the crap out of Angelo when he tried to stop them. They stole some of his stuff,” Amber says, and my eyes widen. “Is he okay?” I ask, and she takes a deep breath. “He’s got a broken nose, and a broken arm, he was asking for you, he was worried about you when we couldn’t find you, everything happened in his room, where you were sleeping,”
Dash POV“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say as I watch my brother sit next to me. His eyes scan my face as I take a deep breath, cradling the drink in my hand. “Can you please stop staring at me?” I let out in frustration. If there’s one person who can get under my skin is my twin brother. Jagger is my best friend and sometimes I feel like he is a part of me. It’s freakishly frustrating when he looks at me and I feel like I can read his mind. “I just think it’s weird you’re sitting here instead of being down there grinding your cock against some random bimbo,” Jagger says, and I shake my head. “Can’t I have one night of peace?” I let out and he offers me his biggest grin and I know I’m in for shit. “I haven’t forgotten the girl you took home with you. You haven’t told me what the fuck happened,” he says and I roll my eyes as I empty my glass, raising it above my head. “Who’s the girl?” I wish I fucking knew. She got out of my house so fast I didn’t even get a chance to
Grace POVI look at the dress my mom got for me, and I can’t help but scrunch my nose. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful dress, but it’s not something I would wear. The green fabric matches my eyes and I stare at myself in the mirror with the dress in front of me.“It’s an Ellie Saab,” my mom announces and I look at her over my shoulder, not really knowing what she means by that. I know nothing about fashion. It never really interested me, anyway. That’s why I allow my mother to buy the dresses she wants me to wear to these types of events.“It’s beautiful, Mom,” I say, and her smile widens. I hate breaking their heart and I always pretend to love everything they do, and all the clothes they buy me. They always end up staying in the back of my closet, forgotten.“Good, the glam team will be here soon, so come on, go have a
Grace POV“I finally found you, Sleeping Beauty,” he whispers against my ear. His breath caressing my skin and I could feel every hair on my body rising at the feeling. Oh, God. Why are you doing this to me?“Sleeping Beauty?” I ask and he nods, smiling. It’s not the first time he has called me that, and I know he is using it as an endearing term, but I really don’t agree with it. Sleeping Beauty is one of the films I can never watch. The fact she would only wake up with the prince kissing her always made me think it was wrong. True love’s kiss should’ve been from her parents, not from a guy.“You were the most beautiful girl I have ever seen while sleeping, so I thought it was a good way of describing you, especially coz I didn’t know your name, you ran way too fast,” Dash says and I can feel my cheeks burning. Me, the most beautiful girl?&l
Dash POVThe way Grace’s legs tighten around my waist as she grinds against my cock is driving me wild. My head is spinning with the way her body is moving and the way her hands are digging into my air slightly, pulling as I move my mouth down her neck, leaving small kisses on her bare skin.I move my hand from her ass, caressing her leg that is exposed by the huge slit on her dress, and slowly move to the inside of her leg, caressing her pussy through the thin fabric covering it. I can feel her wetness and as my fingers move slowly, her breath hitches and she moans slowly.“Fuck, you’re so wet baby,” I whisper into her ear as I leave a small bite on her neck sucking. Grace moans with her mouth on my shoulder, then her hips keep bucking against my cock. Her hands gripping my jacket to keep herself in place. I pull her underwear to the side, coating my fingers with her juices, and Grace bites my
Grace POV“How was the party?” Amber asks as we sit at the table in the coffee shop we usually meet before class. I shrug and she looks at me, frowning. “You looked so good,” she says and I offer her a smile. Thinking about the party makes my stomach flutter. Thinking about Dash makes my entire body of work on an overdrive. I feel my cheeks burn as Amber frowns, looking at me.“Okay, what happened there?” She asks before she takes a bite of her Danish. I shrug once more and she is not having it. Her eyes scan my face and as the heat creeps up to my cheeks, she points at my face. “Aha,” she lets out, and I take a small sip of my coffee.“It was weird, okay? My parents kept introducing me to different guys. My mom’s obsession with getting me married is unreal,” I say, shaking my head. Amber takes a deep breath, putting her coffee cup down and looking
Dash POV“Okay, do we really need to do this now?” I ask as I enter Wyatt’s office and his eyes meet mine. He sits back in his chair, throwing the pen on the desk and taking a deep breath. His feet rise as he rests them on the corner of the desk and stares directly into my eyes.“Why not?” He asks, and I raise both hands above my hand in exasperation. Is he for real right now? Wyatt has lost all sense of danger lately and I know he wants shit done and he wants us to corner Parisi sooner rather than later. I know he is worried about Blake going into labor while we’re dealing with Parisi.“Because you’re not thinking about this,” I say and he takes a deep breath, pushing away from his chair and standing up. His hand resting on my shoulder when he reaches me while he looks me in the eye.“Sandrine is going rogue. I can deal with her, but her cousin. He
Dash POVRiding my bike through the streets of New York makes my anxiety spike. Wyatt’s plan has everything to go bust and us ending up with some people dead. I wish he would listen sometimes. I know he thinks this is the best thing. But it isn’t. I know he is scared for Blake. Fuck. I am scared of her. I am fucking terrified, but this is absolutely insane. No one in their right mind would do something like this.Car horns sound while I speed past them, maneuvering my bike at ease. As soon as I get to the safe house, the faster I can try to make this work. I know my brother is gathering the troops, but seeing Grace made me slow down. I should be there by now. Fuck.As soon as I arrive, I remove my helmet, leaving my balaclava on. There’s no time for any of that shit. As I step inside, I can hear everyone rushing around gathering their shit. I look around and find my brother already equipped. He