Is it love? Grace's story 🔞 Adam or Owen?

Future endeavour

Grace's point of view

I had finally finished work for the weekend, I sigh from relief as I shut down my computer and pick up my bag before exiting, Mine and Matt's office space.

He had already left to go on his date, leaving me to deal with the annoying manager that is Gabriel Simmons. Who for the reccord, still doesn't know when to quit hitting on me.

I should feel drained after another very intense busy work day, not only with the work load Gabriel had given us, but for the fact, Mr carter kept requesting me to help him deal with some of the newer clients who are a little, let's say no this cup of tea.

I finally make it home and Adam texts me the address of the restaurant he works at and the time off 11.45pm.

I quickly think, well at least I can grab a few hours sleep, and a shower before this date. I look in the mirror sighing loudly, well hopefully some sleep will help get rid of some of these dark circles under my eyes. I sigh again looking at my reflection, but I suddenly start to feel excited, it's like butterflies floating in my stomach, I have a date with Adam, I feel like a teenager again grinning like a Cheshire cat.

As I lie down on my bed, the buzzing starts, great I forgot about my other phone stashed in my bedside draw, 1 new text message 10 missed calls.

Call me ASAP.  M

Fuck, I think to myself, how could I've been so stupid to forget myself for more than two minutes.

I wasn't put here to date anyone, I wasn't even suppose to be looking for anything other than gaining information and doing my job for this mission.

I quickly pick up the phone from my draw and call him back

Hey, you rang.

Yeah, not heard from you all week wanted to check in, why didn't you answer before?

I just got in, I rang you straight away.

It's fine, good, good,  erm... did you meet him?

Yeah, but that was the easy part, I sigh, I getting closer, but you know I need time to get to where I need to be.

Okay, okay, sorry Grace.

It's fine, look I need some sleep  I am feeling a little edgy today, I text you or call when I get more details.

Okay, stay safe.

I hang up quickly, placing my phone back in the draw, I turn and drop onto my bed laying on my back staring at the ceiling, now feeling even more exhausted, sighing loudly god almighty. I hope I am doing the right thing here.

I look at the clock 6pm, I could grab 3 hours sleep, then it gives me 2 hours to get ready before meeting Adam, there goes those butterflies again, I know I should be getting involved, but this guy every time I see him, it seems he gets further and further under my skin.

I wake up before my alarm, sweating badly at the memories of what had happened in my childhood that lead me to here. 

The memories of dark halls, fire burning, my skin burning, that horrid smell, the large explosions, riots at the demonstrations, screams, the smell of the hospital. That day I didn't just lose my parent's, oh no...  I lost my baby brother, he was my best friend.

It set me into another panic, I couldn't breath, feeling like a new panic attack rising it was like having sun burn all over my body, but the breeze on your skin makes you shiver and you can't cover up your skin because the feel of the material stings.