I gripped my phone, both anticipating and dreading what she might say.
“Grace,” she said firmly. “You can’t let your past get in the way of your future.”
Twenty
Zain
I worried the whole way home.
I didn't like leaving Grace when she was so clearly upset, but I didn’t know how to console her. She was upset over something I didn’t think was a problem.
She told me that blowing her off was upsetting. Maybe I should have listened to her more. But the things she said about Finn made no sense. Most people enjoyed a good drink once in a while. And we were always pulling off dumb shit, playing pranks or causing trouble. After all, we were fucking rock stars. This was what we did. This was how we lived.
I supposed that was exactly what Grace was worried about. The fact that alcohol was such a big part of our lives, along with all the parties and all the antics. Seeing Finn crash into that glass table had definitely freaked her out to begin with, and if he really had climbed a statue while drunk, well, that wouldn’t have helped her worries.
But I still thought she was overreacting to the whole thing.
Of course, I couldn’t tell her that. Telling a girl that she was overreacting was a surefire way to get her even more pissed off at you.
And we hadn’t even talked about Peter, or, not as much as I would’ve liked. She had told me a little bit about what happened when we got home from the party, but then she invited me into her bed and crawled into my lap, and well, we hadn’t had much time for any real talk after that.
All I had wanted was to spend a fun evening with her, to introduce her to my friends, and to then have a little more than fun afterwards. The dirty kind of fun. We’d had sex, yes, but it hadn’t been nearly enough. Last night had been amazing, but it had only given me a taste of her, and I wanted more.
I wanted to run my lips and tongue over every inch of skin. I wanted her squirming and writhing and dying for my touch. I wanted to plant my face between her legs. I wanted those sweet lips on my cock. I wanted to turn her over and fuck her into the mattress until she was shrieking my name in ecstasy.
Fuck, there were so many things I wanted to do to that woman. To dowithher.
I shook my head to clear it before I got too distracted to drive home.
Not to mention, I still had about a hundred questions I wanted to ask. But she hadn’t been in the right state of mind to answer them last night.
Even knowing as little as I did, I still wanted to punch that asshole in the face. He had hurt Grace, and that was enough for me to loathe him, just on principle. When you considered what Grace had told me he’d done, it was no wonder why she’d gotten so upset last night.
I was in a near rage by the time I pulled into our mansion. Every time I thought about that asshole Peter, what he had done, and how much he’d hurt Grace, I got the urge to spit in his face and punch him right in the gut.
But when I walked through the front door all thoughts of Peter disappeared.
Finn was sitting at the kitchen counter eating toast as he scrolled mindlessly on his phone, his forehead all scrunched up. There was a small bottle of aspirin next to him along with a tall glass of water. His neck was covered in hickies with two different colors of lipstick.
He glanced up when I came in. There was a brief look of relief on his face before his lips curled into a smirk.
“Looks like someone’s got a feisty girlfriend,” he said. “I have no idea what went down with your girl and that guy she was yelling at, but it couldn't have been good.” He took a bite of toast and chewed, keeping his eyes trained on me. “Was it a crazy ex-girlfriend thing?”
I knew he didn’t know the whole story, but that comment still grated on me. Grace had every right to be upset with that asshole Peter.
“It wasn't anything like that,” I said.
“Let me guess,” Finn said. “He cheated on her? No, that wouldn’t have caused a reaction that big. Ooh, I know,” Finn's eyes turned mischievous. “He cheated on her with her own sister?”
I scowled at him. “You don’t know what you're talking about, so just drop it, okay?”
The smirk on his lips deepened.
“Looks like somebody’s gotten under your skin,” he said.
“And it looks like somebody’s gotten under yours,” I shot back. "Grace told me you were kind of a dick. You said something about how she was too much trouble. Something about how I didn’t need any distractions.”
Finn narrowed his eyes at me.
