Chapter 3 MAKE UP DATE
THIRD PERSON POV
With one smooth move, he drags her towel, his eyes no longer that calm ones he wears. He looks at her bare body.
Her hard nipples are already pointy and unrelenting. She rubs her laps together praying her pre-cum doesn't spill but too bad, it spills.
Without hesitation, his arm slides behind her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. His lips trail down her neck, slow and deliberate, leaving her breath caught somewhere between want and something else.
“I don’t think we should do this,” Grace whispers, her voice breaking against the heat of his mouth.
He doesn’t stop. His kisses deepen, claiming, like he’s trying to silence every protest before it reaches her lips.
Her pulse races out of control as he pushes her gently down onto the bed, hovering over her. The look in his eyes is hungry, like a beast, and it steals the air right out of her chest.
“Wait…” she murmurs again, her voice trembling. “I’ve never had it”
He stills, his gaze softening just a little, though the tension in his jaw remains sharp. “Then trust me,” he says, his quiet low and steady “Just follow my lead.”
Her heart pounds so loud it’s all she can hear. The air feels electric, her skin burning beneath his touch, and before she can decide what’s right or wrong, he leans again and without any warning he slams into her wall, she winces, her fingers burying inside his skin but she doesn't know why the pain carries a mix of pleasure her body doesn't want to give up.
He pulls out a little before pulling in with full force, this time a throaty moan tears from her mouth.
His hard rock reaches her belly, filling her until it's too tight to contain him but he doesn't stop pounding into her.
Her hands clam on his back side, pulling him closer until she feels her walls clench.
“I think I'm getting close.” She says breathless.
“Yes. Let's cum together.”
Just like that, they both release, the world going still around them until his strength gives way. He collapses on her, breathless, their hearts beating in perfect sync, wild, and unrelenting.
THREE MONTHS LATER
GRACE POV
“Congratulations, Penny Grace,” Mrs. Kate says with a warm smile as she hands me the test results. “You’re eight weeks pregnant. I’m so happy for you, honey.”
I freeze, my mouth dropping open. “Pregnant? That’s not possible.”
Mrs. Kate frowns, like she’s not sure she heard me right but she carries on regardless. “Anyway, you need to start your antenatal care right away. Honestly, I don’t know why you waited this long to come see me. Have you even told your grandmother?”
I blink, my thoughts spinning. If I had known my symptoms meant this, I would never have come here.
Kate might be like family, but she’s the rule-following type, the kind who’d tell Grandma everything without even blinking. And I can’t let that happen.
“I’m not having any antenatal care,” I blurt out quickly. “I want an abortion. Please.”
My voice cracks near the end. I can’t bring a child into this mess, not when I can barely take care of myself, let alone Grandma. It would only make everything worse.
But Mrs. Kate’s face hardens, her gentle smile fading into quiet disappointment. “I’m sorry, Grace,” she says, shaking her head. “You know I can’t do that. I’ve known you and your grandmother for years. I’d be heartless to even consider it.”
She stands to her feet not giving me a chance to say anything else, then her expression softens again, maybe pity hiding behind her eyes. I can’t tell what it is.
“My advice? Keep the baby. And don’t try anything reckless. If you attempt it somewhere unsafe, I can’t promise you’ll come out without complications.” She finally says.
And just like that, she turns and walks out, leaving the office, the sound of her heels trailing behind her against the marble floor.
I don’t move. I just sit there, staring blankly at the table, waiting for something, God-knows-what-miracle or solution, anything at all, to make all of these disappear.
But… Nothing. And the worse? There’s no way I’m keeping this baby. But deep down, the thought of ending it makes my chest ache. I can’t stand the idea of destroying a life that’s already a part of me even if it ruins mine.
THREE YEARS LATER
GRACE PENNY
I sit across from Nicholas while he keeps twirling his drink like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. It’s weird, he’s usually the first to down his, and right now, the silence is getting uncomfortably loud.
“Will you stop doing that and spill it already?” I say flatly, tapping my fingers on the table.
He looks up, those piercing icy-blue eyes meeting mine, the same eyes that turned my world upside down five months ago when we met at the subway.
He licks his lips, nervous. “Spill what?”
I glare at him. “I don’t know, you tell me. You’ve been awfully quiet since we got here. Didn’t you say this was supposed to be a date?”
I’ve been buried in work at the studio, barely making time for us. So yeah, this was supposed to make up for it. Instead, it feels like we’re waiting for something to explode.
Finally, he smirks, lowering his gaze, his usual teasing tone replaced by something deeper now.
“I love you, Penny Grace.”
My heart does a full triple flip instantly. Woah! I wasn’t expecting that.
“I know your grandmother has been the only person in your life who’s truly cared for you,” he continues, his voice steady but soft. “I can’t replace her, but I’d like to be the next person after her, if you let me. You won’t feel her absence as long as I’m breathing.”
“Wait,” I cut in, my heart thudding too fast. “What are you doing? Is this some kind of—”
“A proposal,” he finishes for me. “Yeah, Grace. I’m asking you to marry me, and make me the happiest man on earth.”
I blink. My chest tightens as tears spring to my eyes before I can stop them.
“Nick, we’ve barely dated for long. You don’t know me that well.” My voice comes out small.
Do I love him? Yes… God, like crazy. But… that night still haunts me. Those eyes, those same blue eyes, keep flashing through my mind every goddamn time I look at Nick.
Damn it. I should be happy right now.
“I think this is the part where you say something, Grace,” he says softly, the ring still in his hand, glinting under the dim restaurant light.
A shaky smile tugs at my lips through the tears. I stretch out my hand to him. “Yes. I’ll marry you, Nick.”
He jumps up instantly, yeah, that’s the Nick I know. Without warning, he rounds the table, sweeps me off my chair, and spins me around.
I can’t stop laughing. “Nick! Stop being dramatic!” I protest between giggles, even though I don’t actually want him to.
“Nonsense,” he grins, his voice rough with excitement. “You have no idea what I feel like doing to you right now.”
I squint, trying not to laugh again. “Just put the damn ring on me.”
He lowers me gently, grabs my right hand, and slides the diamond onto my finger.
It fits perfectly.
He pulls me in for a deep, warm, and slow kiss that sends chills down my spine. When he finally breaks it, he looks straight into my eyes.
“I think I’m finally ready to introduce you to them,” he says, still holding my hand.
“Them?” I echo.
“Yeah. My mum. My family. They’ll love you, Grace. What do you say—tomorrow?”
I blink, and just like that, my throat goes dry.
