Page 7 of The Dis-Graced
“Previously, you stated you had no interest in banging me, my employees, or any of my associates, but just now you said you look forward to ‘not fucking’ my employees and acquaintances. Have your feelings for me changed over the course of our exchange? Oh, look! A probing question!’”
Are you fucking kidding me?
“No, Mr. Dallanger, I assure you, I have zero desire to fuck you.”
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Drake
Watching Grace leave sends adrenaline coursing through my veins, triggering a drive to hunt.
And I have to admit, I can think of no finer prey than Grace Anders’ sweet ass.
God, she looks so different than when I last saw her, dropping her brother off at college. She was a rail-thin girl with oversized glasses and a nest of mousy brown hair. When we were children, she was always asking all kinds of questions about everything, annoying her brother to no end. It came as no surprise that she went into journalism.
Now, she’s a curvy-in-all-the-right-places, sexy librarian type that I want to slap me on the knuckles with a ruler.
And that smart mouth of hers—hot damn. I can think of better things for her to do with it than lecture me, but I guess that’s what I deserved after where I took the conversation.
The door closes behind Grace, and I slump back into my chair.
Damn it!
Belittling Grace was the last thing I wanted to do, and it seemingly came out of nowhere. The truth is, I feel terrible about what’s happened to her. When I was younger, I thought only of Luke, my best friend. My father thought it was good that I had a friend who was from the working class. I do believe my mother called him a peasant on more than one occasion, but she suffered his presence. We had him over, sometimes for weeks on end. He became a true brother to me.
On occasion we hung out around Luke’s place, Grace was always there, tagging along.
My father thought nothing of it when I asked him to cover Luke’s tuition and fees so he could attend school with me. We even paid Luke’s college tuition, and when we graduated, he accepted a position at Dallanger Corporation, eventually becoming the chief financial officer of Dallanger Tech.
I never gave a second thought to Grace, and the whole while Luke had me to help him, Grace had to claw her way out of the slum, put herself through college, and make a name for herself in the world of journalism.
And now that her affair with Mr. Brigger Steele has come to light, I know exactly how she did that.
My heart aches, knowing what she must have gone through. The poverty she grew up in was one straight out of the Great Depression. More than once, I quietly paid their electric bill when I was only fourteen. I just couldn’t stand the thought of my best friend growing up poor.
But my thoughts never extended to Grace. I hung out with her a few times in my youth, but I never really got to know her. I think I remember Luke taking a week off to attend Grace’s graduation, but it never so much as occurred to me to get her a gift. I think I sent her flowers, but even that I’m unsure of.
I wish I could tell her how sorry I am that I wasn’t there for her too growing up. If I could turn back time, I’d insist my father pay for her education as well, and assist her with college. I’d be a brother to her, just as I was to Luke.
Except being a brother to her is the last thing you want to be.
I exhale a heavy sigh.
I fully intended to welcome Grace warmly, and by God, I almost succeeded. Except, she had this effect on me. It’s hard to describe because I’ve never felt it before. It was this feverish longing, like a man craving water in the desert.
She was dressed professionally, modestly even, but something about her made me want to throw her across the table, slide her panties down that plump ass of hers, and sample her sweet pussy.
Fuck me!
I had to make her hate me. I had to make her so repulsed by me, that she loathes our every interaction. It’s the only way I can help her put the pieces of her career back together, because if we get too friendly…well, it’s best we not go there.
But you want to go there.
I pull out my phone, bringing up Luke’s contact info, and enter into the text box.
Drake:Meeting went well. She’ll be signing documents with legal soon.
Luke:Thanks. I owe you! Oh, and can you keep Elliot on a leash? I know my sister fucked up, but she doesn’t need his shit on top of that.
