I went to skins tonight hoping to speak with Grace and rectify my inexcusable behavior earlier but she brushed me off. I guess I deserved it. I acted like a complete and total douche towards her. I made her feel like a second class citizen. These feelings I was developing for her freaked me the fuck out. She gets me. We both been to hell and back. We've both fought our own wars. We've both still battling our own demons.

I know I'm callous prick. I've been with a lot of women but I've never been so sexually satisfied until Grace. She's been on my mind since that first kiss. Yeah I know she's argumentative, hostile & downright bitchy when she gets a hair stuck up her pretty perfect ass but when we come together its explosive. Every time I see her I can simultaneously combust in my pants. I thought fucking her for the night will get her out of my system but instead she's fused into my system. I've become addicted to her and quite frankly I'm scared as fuck. I'm fighting the inner turmoil within myself. Should I give into these feelings or do I keep dicking her around. I know I crushed her with my rejection. When she stormed out this morning it took everything in me to hold myself from running after her. I lost the battle but the minute I opened the door she was already pulling out with Mike. I could have kicked myself in the nuts.

She's a walking wet dream. She shassayed her ass in her teeny tiny shorts up the stage and the guys from the band descended on her like vultures especially the one with a slight Mohawk. The motherfucking asshole kissed her on the lips. What really infuriated me was that Grace didn't seem to mind it at all. In fact, she embraced him and kissed him back. What the hell was that about? I wanted to smash the fuckers face in for tasting what I considered rightfully mine. Grace was mine. Holy shit did I just say Grace was mine? I can't possibly be thinking that. I felt completely and utterly pussy whipped for having these insane thoughts that Grace was mine. She most certainly is not. She's just a hot piece of ass. A hot piece of ass that I will thoroughly enjoy fucking. End of story.

I needed to get keep my distance. I cannot allow myself to get involved or deeply entangled in her web of seduction. She has the most brilliant captivating blue-green eyes, a cute button nose and the fullest pouty lips that I can kiss for days. The thought of nibbling and sucking her full lips had me envisioning those lips wrapped around my cock. Grace started sing "bleeding heart" by Leona Lewis and I was mesmerized by her raspy sultry voice. The Mohawk dude was awfully close to her. He had the audacity to caress her midriff and for some asinine reason I was becoming extremely jealous. I was caught in a vortex of lust I didn't notice the red head that sat down next to me until she asked me a question.

"Can I buy you a drink handsome?" She said. Usually a beautiful woman offering to buy me a drink got my immediate attention but this time I had no inclination of taking what she was blatantly offering.

"Sorry sweetheart, but I'm not interested, " I reply.

"Come on big fella one drink with me won't kill you. I'm really good company."

"Listen sweetheart I don't men to be rude, but I'm sort of here with someone." I didn't want to be rude but if she continued to push the issue I'm going to resort to being an ass. I looked past the red head to look at Grace. She was staring daggers at me. The heat emanating from her eyes turned me on. I had to find a way to get her back in my arms and in my bed. For the life of me I couldn't understand or comprehend why after all these years and countless women I have a strong undeniable urge to love Grace. I was having feelings for her that never felt towards anyone else not even Yasmine. I decided right then and there to make her mine.