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Grace's POV.
Harry is hot on my heels but I don't care, I just want to get away.
This is too much even for me. He should have told me he has another woman.
Was he talking about her back in the church? Oh, I can't even think about that. My heart stings too much.
Harry catches me by the forearm before I can put a foot outside the house and I find myself pressed against his chest, his hands around my body are burning even underneath his coat I'm wearing in the desperate attempt to protect me from my worst nightmare. Myself.
Why do I feel so jealous? He's my father and I shouldn't be, right? Then why my heart is acting like someone just ripped a piece from it that will never get back to its place again?
I'm overacting, I'm just overacting. I don't know what he was doing, maybe she is just someone, maybe he just found her before coming home. Damien is an awesome man, who wouldn't be falling to his feet the second they made eye-contact with him?
'' Hey.'' I hear Harry whispering to my ear gently. '' Hey Bunny, it's okay. don't upset yourself for this, we gonna work it out'' he ends and I fist his shirt the second he spins me around.
'' He should have just told me. I'm not a baby, I can take the truth...'' Harry smiles as he kisses my head.
'' Well, he's your father. He's not supposed to tell you about every fuck he has in his life, and I'm sure you don't want to know that either, am I wrong?'' Harry asks and I pound, furrowing my eyebrow together. I don't want to let him know he has his point with this statement, but he knows he's right.
'' I think he has a very good explanation for it. He's Damien, for god's sake. He can't do something wrong not even if he tries his hardest. He's Mr. Perfect Behavior, Mr. Best Example,'' Harry mocks him and I find myself smiling along with him.
'' Don't tease him. it's always my father...'' I warn and Harry presses his lips to my cheek tenderly, lingering his touch for a moment before my father comes running down the stairs.
'' Grace!'' He is barely dressed, His sweatpants are loose on his hips, the shirt his half lifted and he's bare footed; his hair are all over the place and his eyes are wide and dark '' Don't go, I'm sorry!'' he keeps walking till he's right in front of me. He seems ready to chain himself to the door in order to prevent me from getting out.
'' I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry you had to discover it like that. I ...'' I hear footsteps descending and I watch a dark haired, tall and slim beautiful woman getting down. She's around thirty, her lips are full and she reminds me of someone, can't get my hands around who.
'' Nicole?'' Harry blurts out and I snap in his direction, feeling angered and surprised.
Thousands of questions floating in my mind the second he says her name. Why Harry knows her? Did something happen.
