Collided | 18+

Chapter 11

Ace's POV

Grace. Grace. Grace..
Her name and face was the only one that kept on repeating in my mind. I stormed towards my room and closed the door shut. I took off my blazer and tossed it on the bed. I grabbed the chair in front of me and my grip tighten as scenes from before played in my head.

When she first walked into the hall, she looked so beautiful. She always looks flawless with her makeup and hair perfectly done, perfect mannerism and perfect expressions. It is almost impossible to find a woman like her in this century. I could sense sorrow in her smile though she was smiling brightly and I doubt anyone noticed that.

After exchanging the rings I leaned closer so that it looked as if I'm kissing her cheek which I desperately wanted to but I cannot break the rules of our contract. I leaned closer and her intoxicating scent of lavender and jasmine filled my mind. I could sense her breathing getting heavier as each second passed which wasn't of much help at that time. I wanted to give in at that moment but as everyone clapped, the fog on my mind disappeared and I instantly pulled back before I could loose my control again. I took a quick glance at her flushed face before everyone congratulated us and we got busy attending our family.

I couldn't help but stare at her shamelessly. She awfully resembled her and she is looking so divine herself. When she caught me staring at her, she try to ignore me and walk away from the hall when Priscilla bumped into her. My fists tighten and I held her before she lost her balance and her dress almost exposed her but I held it in place and hands unintentionally rested on her breasts. The position in which we were I couldn't help but get a glimpse of her cleavage and breasts, so beautiful and perfect. I sharply inhaled her scent while closing my eyes. My fingers glide smoothly along her exposed back and I instantly pulled back as my mind started fogging again on inhaling her delicious scent.

I loosen my tie and close my eyes remembering her blushing face and sat on the bed, grabbing onto the sheets. She looked so vulnerably irresistible. I wanted her at that very moment! But I couldn't. It's a business contract. I look at my visible bulge, rising underneath my pants.

"I have never lost my control before, then why now! Why?"

A knock on my door startled me and the door opened slightly, revealing Amelia. Her smile faded looking at my disheaveled appearance. She approached me and I cleared my throat fixing my tie while looking in the mirror.

"Is everything alright with you, brother?"
She looked at me confused and look around the room.

I just gave her a short nod and continue fixing my tie. I know why she is here.

"Well then, grandpa asked me to call you downstairs for the photoshoot."
She spoke looking at me.

"I know, I'll be there."
I replied sharply.

"Brother, can I ask you something?"
She look at me and I nod at her reflection in the mirror.

"Don't you think Grace looks so much like her? She isn't even wearing a proper wedding dress yet she looks just like her."
She spoke, excitement filling up her voice and my hands paused for a second before they started doing their work again.

"No, she doesn't. Don't go on comparing any outsider with her."
I bluntly replied her and she frowned.

"Outsider? She is your fiancé, brother. What is wrong with you? You must learn to respect women in your life at this point."
She spoke her tone a little louder and stormed out of the room.

I sighed and fixed my appearance before walking out in the lawn where Grace and photographer were already waiting for me.

The photographer explained different poses to us and he clicked multiple times capturing our best pose. I look at Grace and thought.

She so reminds me of her. I hate her for treating me that way and now I feel mixed emotions towards Grace; hatred and sympathy. Hatred because of 'her', the pain comes back on looking at her and sympathy because, she is so innocent and kind yet her family mistreats her and wants her to be perfect. She is already so perfect. Her curves fit perfectly in my arms, her breasts that were almost flashed at me before I am sure they were not less than d-cup and her innocent yet courageous eyes are the remarkable shade of blue I've ever seen. Her art work is mesmerizing just like her flawless beauty, it tells so much about her.

Grace's POV

The photoshoot was needed for the company, our photos would be displayed in his company and most probably my father might display them too.

The photographer told us to move closer and we look at each other as we were already so close to each other. I look at mom and Amelia who were motioning us to move closer and the next second I felt Ace's grip tightening around my waist and he pulled me closer, making me land on his chest with a sharp gasp. I look at him, my hands were placed on his chest and his woody and whiskey scented cologne made me want to melt in his arms. Our eyes met and I couldn't appreciate the waves of emotions going through his eyes. He leaned closer to my face and spoke.

"Make no mistakes, sweetheart. It is my business and there is only one thing that I care about in business.
It's an investment. So stay still and let us finish off this drama fast."

His lips curved a little and shutter sounds were heard as the photographer continued clicking our photos until he got the perfect ones and I cooperated with Ace until then.

Drama! Yeah right that's what we are doing here. No strings attached.
Stay strong, Grace. Let's get this over quickly.

I tried to avoid him for the rest of the day after the photoshoot and the driver dropped me off at my apartment.