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
Grace POV“Good morning,” I say as soon as Dash’s arms wrap around my body as he pulls me to him. His front is pressed against my back as he kisses my neck. I can’t help but giggle with the shivering from my body. “Happy birthday,” I say and he stops kissing my neck and I turn around to face him in bed and his eyes are glued on me and his natural smirk is plastered all over his face. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” he says, pulling me to straddle him and I let out a squeal as he positions me on top of him. His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts his slightly, pressing his hardening cock against my pussy. “Happy fucking birthday to you,” I repeat his words as I pull my t-shirt off my body, exposing my breasts and Dash sits up on the bed, pulling me to him as his lips fall on my nipple straight away. A moan leaves my lips as I throw my head back while his arms to keep me in place. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue against my sensitive nipple is sending waves of pleasure down my b
Dash POV“Seriously, why are you doing this to me?” I ask Jagger and he shrugs his shoulder than his hands rest on the steering wheel of his Hummer. “I thought you were supposed to want me to be happy,” I huff. “You’re behaving like a child, now shut the fuck up,” Jagger barks at me and I cross my arms in front of my chest. This is becoming seriously the worst birthday in human history. Jagger never cared about our birthday and this year, when I had grand plans of spending the day fucking my girl, he decided he wanted to spend the day with me. I don’t even know why he is bothering to do anything. The light turns green and Jagger keeps driving and when he stops the Hummer; I look around, frowning. “Is this where you kill me?” I ask, and he rolls his eyes as he opens the door and leaves me inside the Hummer. What a prick. I open the door and follow him out and then suddenly a plane lands nearby. I frown and he rests one hand on my shoulder as he guides me to the smallest plane known