The dark, husky voice was enough to rattle her bones. Rough, calloused hands grabbed her waist possessively and pulled her petite frame into their large one. There was a familiar sensation of this touch. And there was also something that made Grace amused. Mischievously, Grace rubbed her butt against the guys hard on. Satisfied; Grace heard the overwhelming, struggling grunt escape his throat. "You like that? Huh?" Grace giggled. "Miss. Fernandez.. I suggest you stop that unless you wish to end the night in more trouble than your already in." ☻︎☻︎☻︎☻︎☻︎☻︎☻︎☻︎☻︎☻︎☻︎ Grace finally flips her good girl switch. For two years she's been sober. Sober of sex, sober of drink and sober of a life. She doesn't want to be the girl that lives under her father's shadow. She wants to be the girl who lives for herself. Independent. Or so she thinks. ❤︎✞︎WARNING✞︎❤︎ WARNING FOR *SELF HARM *ALCHOHOL ABUSE *SEXUAL CONTENT *GRAPHIC VIOLENCE 18+ readers advised.