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Chapter Twenty one
We were spending a lot of time together. Maybe, just maybe too much. We started fighting again.
I wasn't drinking or smoking weed I was way past that point in my life. Grace, on the other hand, was just starting. Not the weed necessarily but definitely heavy drinking.
It got so bad she got fired from her newspaper job and I was taking on the financial problems.
I mean it wasn't right. She was living here, taking my money spending it on bottles of wines or whiskey and I was busting my ars off busting tables, strumming my guitar for the extra change and on my off days working for a moving company.
"Ashton, a final notice came" she smirked waving the bill in my face with a drunken smirk.
I grabbed it from your hand, final notice? When was my first? "Did they send one before? I never received it" I started examining it.
"Ah yes, I used it as a napkin I spilled some red wine on the counter a few months ago," she says falling onto the couch.
I take a seat on the opposite couch in front of Her. There was a pile of bills so I started to go through it signing out checks.
"Baby come cuddle" she whines tapping the seat next to her. "I have to get this done, did you ever apply to that job?" She nods quietly then hiccuped.
"Apparently being fired because you were drunk is not swell" she giggles dropping her glass.
"Oops" Grace giggle again tossing yourself on the floor trying to clean up the mess. "Can you stop acting like a child" I snap slamming down the bill getting off the couch.
I walk over to her, where she was in fits of laughter on the floor. I grabbed her wrist pulling her off the floor dragging her to the paper towels.
"You're hurting me" she pouts and I roll my eyes bringing her back to the puddle of liquor. There I demanded her to clean it up.
"You know Ashton your so hot when you're angry," she says getting up and swaying towards me. Just like that, I'm putty in her hands.
"Now you have nothing to say to me?" She questions. She runs her hand through my curls, pushing me up again the wall of the house kissing my neck gently.
"Go ahead daddy, tell me how much you hate me" she whispers in my ear. I felt her hand go up my shirt and running her cold fingertips down my abs and then down through my sweats.
"Take me, baby, please" she whimpers. In a flash I had her pinned up against the wall. My one hand having both her petty wrist pinned up against the wall.
I kissed Grace roughly, our tongues fighting for dominance. When we stopped for a breath she pulled on my bottom lip.
Our eyes met and as I looked at her, I didn't see the women I loved anymore. I just saw some sex toy.
I was running out of love to give. I dropped her hands and they fell to her side. I pulled the string to her robe making it open.
Grace was bare underneath, I slowly slid the silk sleeves off of her watching it drop to the floor.
I kissed her lips gently trying to slow things down trying to feel love. There was nothing and I could tell she wasn't enjoying it either.
"Play rough with me" she growls in my ear and I stopped. I walked over back to the bills. "You're joking, aren't you?" She asks and I look at her.
"I'm throwing myself at you Ashton! Am I not enough anymore?!" Grace shout.
"I didn't say that grace," I tell her calmly. Grace picked up the rope tying it around herself.
