Page 72 of Daddy's Game

The door to the lobby flew open and Grace appeared. I smiled, but it soon faded in the face of her grim expression and hard, almost hateful eyes.

“Grace? What’s wrong–”

She walked across the lobby in two steps and slapped me smartly across the cheek. I flinched more from shock than the pain, my hand going to my cheek.

“You son of a bitch! How could you do this to me? I fucking hate you.”

“Do what? Grace, I don’t understand.”

“You're so full of shit.”

Her eyes glared daggers at me, and glistened with tears.

“I’m not even mad that you’re part of the company trying to get my center and the land it’s built on, just for the record. I’m mad that you lied to me. I’m mad that, that you told me you loved me. I believed you, Brock. I believed you.”

She clapped a hand over her face and sobbed.

“Grace…”

My heart pierced with sympathy, I reached out to put my hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry I lied about TGRI, but that doesn’t mean–”

“Don’t touch me!”

She slapped my hand away.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me again. You broke my heart.”

“Grace…what can I do?”

Her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.

“You can get the fuck out of here and never come back. You’ll own it all soon enough anyway. Get out.”

I opened my mouth to protest.

“OUT!”

She threw a wad of paper at me. It bounced off my chest. I bent and picked it up, finding a photo of myself and the board of directors.

“Grace, please listen.”

I pulled the ring out of my pocket.

“I don’t want us to end–”

She shook her head, tears streaming freely now.

“Just leave me alone! You really think I’m going to marry someone who lied to me?”

She turned and stormed away, slamming the door behind her. I turned and left too on stiffened legs.

I looked at the ring in my hand. Then I hurled it away from me with all my might.

I don’t care. I don’t care about anything, anymore. I lost the love of my life.

I got in my limo and put my face in my hands, feeling more miserable than I had in my entire life.

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