Dash POV
Seeing Grace that broke was the hardest thing I have ever seen in my life. There was nothing I could do that would make it better. How could Amber do that to her? Fuck that. How could her father do that to her and her mother?
I never cheated on anyone because I have never been in a relationship before, but I always thought that was the most horrible thing a man could do to a woman. That is the thing that would break the trust. I never understood how people could do that. I think if you’re not happy, you should walk away before you break the person’s heart and trust. There’s no need for betrayal.
I turn to my side as I watch Grace sleep. Her hair is messy over her pillow and her face. Grace lies on her stomach with her arms hugging the pillow. Her mouth is slightly parted as she breathes and I rub my finger down her cheek, moving the strand of hair falling over her eye.
Grace stirs, mo
Dash POV“LET ME GO,” I shout as I move out of Turner’s arms, sprinting up the steps to the glass door that is just made of frame now. The glass is scattered all over the floor. I can hear people screaming and several footsteps running down the stairs while I am trying to walk the opposite way.I can hear Turner behind me shouting for me, but nothing will stop me from getting to Grace. I don’t know if she is okay. My heart is beating fast, so fast I feel like I might have a heart attack for real. The last time I was this terrified was when Jagger disappeared. The fear creeping into my body made me feel impotent.“Move out of my fucking way,” I let out as I try to climb the emergency stairs as people keep running down, blocking me from going up. Why isn’t Grace coming down? I can hear the sirens outside and people shouting to get out and once the last person passed me, I am finally able to run up the stairs.&nbs
Grace POV“What’s with all the sirens?” My mom asks and I look over my shoulder to see several fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars driving down the street. I frown as I watch while we’re sitting at the window of the coffee shop just one block away from my house. Mom asked me to meet her here because she didn’t want to bump into Dash. I think she still hasn’t gotten over the fact he stepped up and saved me when I needed him to. I hadn’t told her it was fake in the beginning. I don’t want to have to explain to her how a man who barely knew me came to my rescue. “I don’t know,” I say as I look at her and she shrugs as she holds her teacup and I watch while my mom becomes half the woman she was. She looks defeated. Her hair is not styled her usual way and even her clothes are not as shiny as usual. It’s like she decided to grieve her relationship and she is wearing all black. I can’t really blame her. After all these years, finding out her husband is cheating on her might be the ha
Grace POV“Grace, wait for me,” Mom says as soon as I stand up from the coffee shop and walk out. I look up and the smoke it clouding the sun and the smell of smoke is terrible. How did I not realize there was something wrong? My legs work on their own as I start running back to the building. Leaving my mother behind, I run down the street and when I reach the street, there are police barriers everywhere. My heart is beating so fast that I think it might stop beating completely. My breathing is erratic and my brain is not working properly. Explosion? Why is Dash back here? He went out. I try to pass the police barrier, but a police officer stops me and starts to lecture me. “I live there, my fiance is looking for me, let me pass,” I say as he holds me by my waist, lifting me from the floor as I try to get him off of me. “My name is Grace Stewart, let me pass,” I shout and then I hear a familiar voice telling the officer to let go of me.“She’s allowed in,” I hear Jagger say and as
Dash POV“Grace, where the fuck is she?” I ask Jagger as I look around the dark room. I can’t even see my brother, but I know he is standing next to me. I can feel his presence. I don’t always have to see him to know he is there. Call it a twin thing. “She has to be here somewhere,” Jagger replies as I move my hands, trying to find the walls. The room is so dark that even when I try to adjust my sight, nothing changes. A loud bang makes me move to the side and I realize a fire door is opened. I walk as fast as my legs allow me, but I am not moving. I frown as I watch Jagger move faster than me and walk out of the dark room, leaving me alone. The door slams closed, and I am left in the darkness once more, but this time I am alone. “Dash,” I hear Grace’s voice call for me and my entire body starts tingling as I smell the smoke again. No the fire. “Grace, you need to get out,” I say, but my words come out muffled. “Dash,” I hear Grace’s voice again and my entire body stiffens and I j
Dash POV“Come on,” I say to Crow as I open the bedroom door. He walks past me, running down the corridor and down the stairs. I bet he is desperate to use the toilet, but he did well and didn’t do anything inside. “I’m taking the dog to piss,” I say over my shoulder as I reach the door and Jagger nods while he looks into his briefcase. “Meet you in ten in the garage,” I let out. Jagger is all dressed and ready to impress in his day job, while me, I am wearing Jagger’s tracksuit because it’s the only thing that will fit me. Even though we are twins, he is bigger than me. My brother is built like a fucking wardrobe. He has a lot more muscles than me or Wyatt. It’s like living in the gym is the only thing keeping my brother sane. I am grateful he found something that keeps his mind and body alive. I guide Crow to the elevator and once we reach the reception area of the building, two women are standing by the couches talking and I can see their eyes on me as I whistle and Crow follows
Grace POVAs soon as I enter the coffee shop, I watch as Amber’s face drops and her smile disappears. I stare at my best friends and then at her and take a deep breath, closing the door behind me. “Hey Jason,” I say as I approach the counter and he smiles at me. His eyes move from me to the girls and then back at me. “What are you having today, princess?” He asks, and I look at him and shrug. “Surprise me, but make it take away please,” I say and he nods, smiling before I walk to the table where Jamie and Hannah are sitting with Amber. I stand behind the chair that was left for me and all three sets of eyes land on me. Amber looks uncomfortable, and for once, I am happy about it. “I just came to say I won’t be coming here anymore if she is,” I say, looking at Amber and all eyes focus on her now as her cheeks go bright red and she chews on her lower lip. Jamie opens her mouth to speak, but I look at her, shaking my head. “Grace, we need to talk,” Amber says and I shake my head, den
Dash POVMy phone rings and I take a few seconds to realize it’s the phone. I sit up on the bed, grab the phone from the charger, and bring it to my ear. “Hello,” I say. I can hear the gruffiness in my voice and I scrunch my nose. One of my hands flies to my hair, pulling it back. Grace moves next to me and I can’t help but smile. “Need you, brother?” I hear Wyatt saying on the other side of the line. I look around the room until my eyes land on the small clock on Grace’s side of the bed attached to the wall and flinch. “I’ve been asleep for less than two hours,” I complain on the phone before I flop back down, attached to my phone. “And I haven’t been to fucking sleep, move your ass,” Wyatt says and I nod even though he can’t see it on the other side and take a deep breath. I sit up on the bed and watch Grace sleep with Crow on her feet. His ears rise as he looks at me and I shake my head. “Stay,” I whisper, and his eyes close again. I can’t help but smile, watching him look afte
Grace POV“Hi, my name is Grace and I would like to speak to Mr. Bolton please,” I say and the woman staring directly at me scrunches her nose as she eyes me from head to toe. I am wearing what I usually wear, nothing really flattering, but all my clothes are still in the penthouse and Dash is trying to convince me to buy everything new. But I think it’s ridiculous. The clothes can be washed and they will be as good as new ones. “Do you have an appointment?” She asks, standing up and leaning over the desk that separates us to look at me and I shake my head, biting the inside of my cheek. “No, but…” I say and she raises a hand, cutting me off. The woman didn’t even let me explain who I am, or what I am doing here. “Look, Mr. Bolton doesn’t do pro bono,” she says and I frown, looking at her. I look around and I can see everyone wearing tailored suits and the women wearing very fashionable work dresses, skirts, and blouses while I am wearing denim pants and a light blouse. Something