Passion with the bad boy *hollyoaks*

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John-Paul is walked into the flat. He saw Grace sitting on the sofa. He smiled. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Grace nodded and smiled. "Yeah I'm good. Have you seen Esmè? She was meant to be helping me today. But she hasn't turned up."

John-Paul shook his head. He sat down next to her. "Maybe she's with Patrick? He's at the school and I'm guessing she'll be with him," he said.

"Yeah maybe."

***

Grace walked over to the flat. She saw Esmè leaving with Patrick. "There you are. I've been worried about you."

"I'm fine. I just had a late one. That's all," Esmè said. She didn't want to tell her sister what had really happened. "Did we have something planned today?"

Grace rolled her eyes. "Yeah. You said you'd help me out at the pub? Paddy, can I steal my sister?"

Patrick nodded. He kissed Esmè and walked off. Grace frowned. "He's a barrel of laughs. Aren't your blow jobs doing the job?" She asked.

Esmè sighed and rolled her eyes. "My sex life with Patrick is none of your business. We have a good sex life."

"Es. Is everything okay? You don't seem yourself. You can talk to me you know," Grace told her.

Esmè sighed. "Patrick. We had sex this morning. That's why I was late and he was rough. I-I think he teared me," she mumbled.

Grace was shocked. "Wow. Is he that good?"

"This isn't funny. It stings something bad and I don't like it. Can you come with me to the doctor?" Esmè asked.

"You know I will."

***

The two McQueen sister's were sitting in the doctors. Grace smiled. "Does he know?" She asked.

"He knows he hurt me. But not that he tore me," Esmè mumbled. She looked at Grace. "Don't tell anyone about this. Please," she mumbled.

"I won't. I promise babes."

***

The two of them left the doctors. Grace looked at her. "What did they say?" She asked.

"They asked me if he raped me. It didn't happen like that. He was rough that's all."

***

Grace took Esmè back to the pub. They walked inside and saw Warren. Warren smirked. "Alright Esmè. Did Grace tell you how we hooked up last night?"

Esmè turned to look at Grace. "You promised me that you and him were over. You lied to me?!"

"Esmè."

"No! Save it. You and that prick are welcome to each other. Stay away from me," Esmè said as she walked out.

Grace turned to look at Warren. "Why would you do this?! You know how long it took her to forgive me? She actually hates me!"

Warren rolled his eyes. "She had to know."

Grace scoffed. "Get the hell out. I don't want to see you again," she spat.

Warren smirked and walked out. Grace knew she had a lot of making up to do to Esmè. But could she continue to resist Warren Fox? Especially when her relationship with Esmè was already at steak?

***

Grace walked over to the flat. She saw Esmè standing outside. "Es. Please."

"Leave me alone."

Grace sighed. "Esmè. It didn't mean anything. It really didn't. It was a mistake. I regret it more than anything. Please."

Esmè shook her head. "Do you know how much I was hurt by what you two did? My heart was ripped out."

"I know. Look, I would choose you over him anyday. You know that," Grace said.

Before anything, Patrick came down and looked at Grace. "Is there a problem?" He asked.

"Yeah. Just talking to Grace. Do you want to take the wine up and I'll be up soon?" Esmè asked. She turned back to Grace. "You can't promise that you'll stay away from Warren cause you fell for him. Didn't you?"

Grace said nothing. She sighed and looked at her. "I'd choose you over him. I always would."

"I'll text you tomorrow."

Grace walked back to the pub. But could she really stay away from Warren? Or would their passion get too much for her?