New York Romance 4

I was so close to hurling out a few well chosen words when Troy's huge hand closed over my mouth, and his other arm banded across my waist as he pulled me away from the door.

"Stay right here, I'll check it out."

And he was gone.

Seconds later there was a loud thud and sound of violent scuffles. A final cracking sound was followed by troy's strained voice, "Come and meet our guest Grace.'

Hurtling into the room, I stood stock still, staring into Blake's eyes.

"You!"

Troy's eyebrows shot up, "Grace you know this chap?"

Hands curling into fists I hissed, "Oh yes. That is my ex boyfriend Blake Benson, who was playing three girls at the same time."

I say Troy's hold tighten on Blake's arm as anger flushed his face.

Blake in the meanwhile, was looking deranged, "You bitch! I'm going to kill all three of you for that stunt you pulled! If you think you can mess with me and get away with it . . . . ."
Troy's hands fisted into his collar as he jerked him, "So you're the one who got that woman to send mails from Grace's account?"

Blake's features contorted in confusion even as his breathing became laboured, "What mails? I just came today to get into her web bank account to get the money she filched from me. . . ."

I shook with anger, "Consider it payment of damages you goat. Would you prefer we went public with the sordid truth of your love life? That would pauper you when the share prices went down. Now that you mention it, I might just tell the tabloids about tonight!"

It was sickly to watch Blake turn a disgusting shade of yellow, "Please no. I'm sorry. I . . . I'll let it go. Don't go public . . ."

Troy thrust him to the door snarling, "Stay away from Grace, Benson. Hurt her, and you won't have a roof to hide your head under. Now get out, as fast as you can. One miss step and we're pressing charges."

The ice was back. Boy could Troy be intimidating when he wanted to!

Troy shook with anger on Grace's behalf. The bloody idiot had the guts to break into a building.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?"
For all her bravado, Grace looked pale and was trembling.
Crossing the room in three long strides, Troy bundled her into his arms and held her close, "Its okay Grace, he's gone and I won't let him hurt you, I promise."

Grace pulled away to look up at Troy, her eyes looking huge in her pinched, pale face, "But Troy, he broke into a high security building. . . . . ."

Troy sat down on the mohair covered sofa, with Grace on his lap, "Maybe you should tell me about the whole incident. Then we can work things out accordingly."

Sniffling slightly, Grace slowly related the whole affair, finally cracking a smile at the part where they shopped at his cost and set him up.
Troy smiled as he rubbed her back, "You hit him hard. No wonder the man's lost it. But I promise Grace, I'll take care of you. No one's going to hurt you without facing me first."

For a moment, Grace could only stare at him, stunned by his passionate avowal.

No one can tell who moved first, but lightening struck when Troy lowered his mouth to mould with Grace's parted lips, raised in silent entreaty.

Troy's hands coiled around her, drawing her closer, as Grace's fingers, curled into his crisp, yet soft hair.

Fuelled by the soft moans, Troy intensified the kiss, laying his claim on the girl on his lap.

When they finally surfaced for air, they stared at each other in wonderment, each marveling the intensity of what they'd felt, and how much they'd felt.

Silently, too lost to speak, they made their way back to the lobby holding hands.

Back in the car, Troy leant across to fasten Grace's seatbelt, but the proximity proved to be too much for both of them.
What was meant to be a short kiss, turned into a passionate, fiery tryst.

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Troy's knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. His heart turned over as he snagged a view of Grace's sweetly sleeping profile.

He was concerned about her situation with Blake Benson, who he had heard was bad business. He'd tried to act cool in front of Grace, but it wouldn't do to take a man like Benson lightly.

Benson had begged tonight.

But this was not the end.

Troy swore, as he gently pulled into the parking space that he'd be damned if he let anything touch Grace.