Carlos's POV
"Fuck!" I cursed, slamming the door shut and turning the lock. Pressing my back against it, I blocked out that bitch's pathetic pleading from the other side. My eyes found Grace perched on the desk, half-dressed with that knowing smile still playing on her lips.
I pushed Amara from my thoughts completely and approached Grace, my face heavy with regret. "I'm sorry, Grace. I screwed this up."
"Screwed up? I don't think you did anything wrong back there," Grace said, her voice soothing as she tried to calm me down.
I ground my teeth together. "I attempted to be civil with her, but she had the nerve to grab my dick and wanted seconds! She caused a scene right in front of another employee without an ounce of shame, and I... I completely lost it."
Grace let out a soft sigh. Her hand reached out, fingers trailing gently across my cheek and along my jawline. I shut my eyes, nuzzling into her tender palm like some massive dog seeking solace.
