Grace POV“I am not having this conversation with you anymore,” I say, turning around and entering the bathroom. I close the door, locking it and rushing to turn the shower on so it will muff Dash’s voice. Immediately, I put loud music on and block his words. Even his voice is starting to annoy me. How can he say things like that about dogs?Who the fuck doesn’t like dogs? They are a person’s best friend; they are loyal and if you want to know the meaning of true love, all you have to do is care for them. If you give them two seconds of your attention, they will love you forever. They are attention whores. I shake my head, trying to tame my anger while I strip my clothes off. Going to the damn party tonight is not happening now. Dash can find someone else to go with. I am not going to put on a fake smile and pretend to be having the time of my life when I don’t even want to look at him. The hot water does barely anything to push away my feelings about this subject. Am I being too mu

Grace POVFollowing Amber to the bathroom seemed like a good idea at the time but now that I am standing in front of her with my arms crossed waiting for her to tell me what the hell is going on doesn’t seem like the better idea I have ever had. “I am okay Grace. Stop trying to get me to say I am not,” she says as she looks at the mirror, reapplying the red lipstick she is using. I shake my head, taking one step closer to my best friend. “I don’t know why you think you can lie to my face and get away with it, I know something is wrong, and I can tell there is something with me because you can’t even look at me Amber,” I let out and she shakes her head pushing away from the sink and grabbing one of the paper towels to clean her hands. “You need to wake up and realize that the world doesn’t revolve around you Grace, just because your life sucks

Grace POV“This is where all your fantasies can become reality,” Dash tells me, and I frown. Dash walks to the wall near where we entered and presses a button. The light inside the room turns red, and he walks back to me. The butterflies in my stomach start flying as he places both his hands on my waist. “This is the fun side of the club, even more exclusive than the rest of the club. Not even my brother is allowed here, not today anyway,” Dash tells me and I nod slightly. My hands are starting to sweat and Dash brings them to his lips as he places small kisses on the palms of each of my hands. “I want everyone here to see you the same way I do, to see how beautifully perfect you are, I saw how turned on you were against the window, with the idea of people watching you get fucked,” Dash tells me and he is right. As soon as his words left his mouth, the small device inside my pussy starts to vibrate and I let out a small squeal as I close my legs pressing my thighs together. “Do you

Dash POV“What the fuck were you thinking?” Wyatt shouts, and Jagger shakes his head as he looks at me. I take a deep breath, crossing my leg over my knee and lace my fingers, resting them over my stomach. I watch as Wyatt paces around the room like a fucking lunatic and Jagger stays still. I knew this was gonna come back to bite me in the fucking ass, but I needed the intel. “And you…” he says, pointing at Jagger, who raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Careful,” Jagger warns our best friend as his rage takes over. I knew Wyatt was going to lose his shit as soon as he found out Jagger tortured the poor bastard we have in the holding cells but what he doesn’t understand is that while he’s been playing house I had to deal with the shit happening around us. “You should’ve come to me,” Wyatt says, looking at Jagger and then at me. I look at my hands and when Wyatt calms the fuck down, I raise my eyes to meet his, ready to explain. “We couldn’t. You were busy, and it was something that ne

Grace POV“I can’t believe you did all of this,” I say as I walk further into the apartment to find a dog bed, water and food bowls, and toys. Everything Crow will ever need is there. Dash takes care of everything. Dash looks at me, smiling with his hands in his pockets and that’s when I notice Crow sitting next to Dash with his head up, staring at him and his tail wiggling. “I think he likes you,” I say, and Dash rolls his eyes and then looks down at Crow and shakes his head. “Go to Grace, come on, fuck off,” Dash says, pointing at me, but Crow sees it as if he is going to stroke him. Crow stands on his back legs supporting his front ones on Dash’s stomach and Dash takes one step back. “Hey, you listen to me, just because I brought you to live with us, doesn’t mean I suddenly like dogs, so go to Grace, she’s the one that likes you,” Dash says but Crow sees it as a game of catch and follows Dash as he moves around the living room.“I really hate this dog,” Dash says, shoving his hand