Falling Into Grace (34 page)

“Where to?” I hear the driver say, and Becca gives him an address. I look out the window, holding Becca’s hand, while the tears leave my eyes. She doesn’t push me to talk, because she heard the whole thing.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

W
hen we pull up to Aiden’s high-rise, I look over at Becca.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, it’s where our clothes are. We can get them and hightail it out of here.”

The doorman opens my door, and I step out, not caring if I ruin my dress. When we enter the lobby, I remember how I felt when I was here last. I see Sam, and he walks over to me.

“Mrs. Winterfield, I was expecting to pick you up. Is everything OK?”

“Yes, Sam. I have a little problem. I need to get my suitcase. Is that possible?” He checks his phone.

“Yes. I brought it up to Grant’s apartment and Ms. Shultz’s to Aiden’s.”

“Could I go up and change?”

“Yes, I will take you up.” He takes us to Aiden’s first. Becca is in and out in under a minute. When she gets back into the elevator, we head to the top floor.

“I was thinking about kicking it old school tonight. I have clothes. You wanna go out clubbing?” Becca asks. I feel a little drunk from the two shots and bourbon, and I smile at Becca.

“Sam, would you be able to drive us somewhere?” He looks at me and nods.

When the doors open, I walk right in and look around. The view from the top is amazing. The sky is dark, but everything down below is lit up. I run my finger down the window and think of how I wanted to be with Grant tonight. I head down a long hallway and open up a door. It looks like Grant’s master bedroom, and it smells like him, and that stops me dead in my tracks. I want to run back to him and tell him how sorry I am, but I’m a coward. I fear his rejection. Becca throws her suitcase on the bed and opens it. I take my dress off. She throws a new, shorter dress at me, and I put it right on.

“Bec, I have no underwear. This dress is way too short.” We start laughing.

“When was the last time you let loose?” I watch as she puts on hot shorts and a tank top. She looks good in anything. I look in her suitcase and steal a pair of underwear. I slip them on, and we stuff our dresses in the suitcase.

“You ready?” I ask.

“No.” Becca stops and takes out my perfume and walk over to his bed. She lifts his comforter and sprays it on his pillow.

“What was that?” I ask.

“Payback.” Becca takes out another bottle and sprays me with it.

“Bec.”

“It doesn’t smell. It’s pheromones. It drives guys crazy.”

“Let’s party then.” I feel a drunken grin appear on my face.

Sam takes our bags as we go back down. As we leave the building, I see the other driver out front. Sam opens the door.

“Derek, please take the ladies anywhere they want to go.” He nods and we get in.

“Where to?”

“A good club, please,” Becca says.

“Any specific one?” We both shake our heads.

“Surprise us,” Becca says, flirting.

I lean back in the seat and leave it all behind. I’m finally leaving them behind. From here forward, I will never see or speak with a Grace again.
I make the vow to myself and watch as we pull up to a club. The line is around the building, but the driver pulls up to the front door.

“Ladies, I had Sam call ahead, you will be seated as VIP.” He walks around to open the door for us.

“Thank you, Derek,” I say. Becca walks ahead of me right to the front of the line.

“Becca Shultz and Hannah Winterfield.” He looks over the list and looks at Becca.

“I have a Hannah Redman with your name.”

“That’s me, that’s my maiden name,” I say. He lifts the velvet rope and we are in.

I can feel the bass of the music ring throughout my body. It has been forever since Becca and I went out clubbing. A woman wearing a leather jumpsuit greets us.

“Ladies, please follow me.” We look at each other, impressed, and follow her to a table that is roped off.

“Can I get you ladies a drink?”

“We need four shots of Patron and two martinis, please.” I’m ordering as much liquior as I can handle because I need to drink my sorrows away.

“I will have a cosmo,” Becca adds.

“So I’m guessing this is one of Grant’s clubs,” Becca yells over at me. Fuck. Is that why Derek brought us here?

“You think?”

“Hannah, he owns everything.”

The waitress comes back with our drinks. We each take a shot. I hold up mine.

“To the Grace brothers, the biggest fucking assholes I have ever met.” We cheer and take the shots. She hands me the second shot and makes a toast.

“To Aiden, the best fuck either one of us has had in a long time.” I clink her shot glass with mine and take the shot. I feel the effects of it fast. We drink at a steady pace, and the waitress keeps them flowing.
The music is getting better, and then we hear it. Becca’s jam comes on, and she jumps up.

“This is my favorite song, let’s go.” I jump up and follow her to the dance floor. I let go and dance the day off. Becca and I have no shame. We are all over each other. A guy comes behind me, and Becca pushes him away, claiming me. I laugh as she acts out the unspoken girl rule: If an ugly guy comes along, it’s your best friend’s duty to act as your lesbian lover. She whips me around and grinds me from behind. We dance for a few more songs, then go back to the table to get some much-needed drinks. I feel tipsy and need more alcohol. I see a new round at the table, and we each take our shots and start laughing over the guy. I think I spot Aiden, and my stomach drops.

“Bec, let’s go dance.” As I say the words, another great song comes on.

“Hell yeah! Let’s do it.” She takes my hand and we get on the dance floor. I keep looking around, but by the end of the song, I’m drunk and don’t care anymore. Usher comes on, and I can feel my body let go. I am carefree and loving it. Then I see Becca freeze. Grant is behind me. I look at him and keep dancing. I make sure to move closer to Becca, and we dance around each other. I see Aiden over Becca’s shoulder. It’s like they are surrounding us.

“Fuck, they’re both here.” Becca grabs me tighter. We dance with each other, ignoring both of them.

“Ready?” Becca asks. I smile then turn around, and we move like we used to. I can see Aiden moving around until he is standing next to Grant. Their eyes are glued on us. We separate and start singing to each other. She starts to sing, and I laugh at her and stumble at bit. I feel hands on me, and Grant pulls the guy from before off of me and throws him. I Iook at Grant as the next song comes on, but get quickly distracted. I’m so drunk right now that I can’t stay concentrated on anything for long. Oh shit, they’re playing LL Cool J’s ‘
Doin’ It
.’ Bec and I sing to each other and totally forget they are here. Oh, it feels good to let go. She pulls my hair and slaps my ass to the words, and I
let her. We go all out, acting the song out together. When I look over, they aren’t around anymore. Bec shrugs her shoulders.

“Fuck ‘em,” she yells.

“We did.” I’m beyond drunk and it feels good, like I’ve been liberated. Some Flo Rida comes on next and we go crazy. We start jumping to the beat and I feel his hands. Not Grant’s, Aiden’s. I know the difference immediately, but I don’t care. I rub my ass into him, and he takes my hips in his giant hands. I turn around and sing to him. I sing how if I took him home, it would be a home run, and watch as his grin appears. I walk away and Becca gets on him. I take him from behind and show no dignity. It’s dancing, not sex, but it still feels good with him. We sing about wild ones and saddling me up. It makes me think about when he told me he had plans for me.

I back off and dance around when I feel Grant’s hands on me. I turn and sing the words to him as I rub against his body. I run my hands all over him and grind into him. He sings the man’s part back to me, and I laugh. I would have never guessed in a million years he would do something like that. He sings that he will show me another side of him, a side I never thought I would see. We start to dance and he can move. I think about how good he would be in bed. His hips move in such a way that I can’t help but think about him inside of me.

Rihanna comes on next and I think
how appropriate
. ‘
Where have you been.’
Becca comes over to me and I leave Grant. We sing to each other and she is all I need; she has always been there. We dance with each other and I see Aiden looking at me. How fucked up is this? Two gorgeous men and they both want me. How the hell did this happen? Becca goes for Grant, so I go for Aiden. I slowly creep up to him like I’m stalking him. He stands there while I glide around him. I grab his ass when I’m behind him, then walk in front of him, and he grabs me. He takes my hands and brings them in the air and spins me.

I laugh at him and leave him to get Becca. Grant is dancing with her and I feel envious. I watch them and his eyes meet mine. They are dark, but I don’t give a fuck. I want another drink. I head off the floor and back to the table, where I finish my drink in one gulp. I look
over at the waitress and order another and a water. I watch Becca and Grant; Aiden sits down at the table. He must have changed after the gala, because he is no longer in his black tux. He looks more relaxed in jeans and a polo.

“How did you find us?” I sit on his lap, and his hand finds its home on my waist.

“Not hard when you used our driver. Hannah, Grant really loves you.”

“Oh, fuck Grant, and fuck you too.” I give him my best smile and laugh. I’m happy drunk, and they aren’t going to ruin my night.

“Don’t give me that face.”

“What face?” I look at him.

“You know the face you’re giving me; it’s going to get us in trouble.” His hand squeezes my side.

“He doesn’t know my faces.” Grant and Becca are making their way over to us.

“You still got it, mama,” Becca says, sitting on Aiden’s other leg.

“I try.” I kiss her cheek and she takes her drink. I see the waitress bring over drinks.

“Mr. Grace.” She smiles and blushes at both of them, and I roll my eyes.

“Oh please.” It flies out of my mouth, and Grant looks at me. I raise my eyebrows and Aiden pokes me.

“See, he has no idea,” I say. I take a shot and grab Becca’s hand.

“You ready?” She finishes her drink and slaps my ass.

“Thank you, sir, may I have another?” I bend over a little, and she slaps my ass again. I can see Grant getting irritated by the way I’m acting, but I could give a fuck. When we get on the dance floor, I see Carla. You have got to be kidding me. I look over at Becca and she laughs.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t get in my way.” I face Becca, who gives her a dirty look, and we dance.

It’s awhile before Grant appears, but when he does, it’s with Carla. Becca spots it first and turns me around. I see him behind her, his
hands on her lower stomach. She has no game. She looks awkward; her hips show no rhythm. I laugh mirthlessly.

“Let me show her how it’s done.” I reel in Aiden. I take his front, and Becca is behind him. Usher comes back on, and this one is one of my favorites—‘Scream.’ I face Aiden and sing to him and he bites his lip. Oh, I miss that. I tell him I want to go all night and I know he can. I turn around and rub into him. He takes my ass and pulls me in. I can see Grant watching me. I start to sing to him and flick my pointer finger at him to come over. I shrug my shoulders and grab a guy who is more than willing to dance with me. His hands are a little too touchy-feely for me, so I back up off of him. He pulls me back in, and I back off again.

“Fuck off, asshole,” I hear Grant say over my shoulder. The guy walks away.

“Go back to Carla. You look like you were having fun.” I walk away and find another guy, who looks scared because Grant is still on my ass. He backs off and I turn around again.

“What the fuck do you want?” I stop moving as Usher is singing about being magnetic. This is what he is to me. Magnetic. I follow my instincts and walk up to him and kiss him. I jump up and wrap my legs around him and he takes me, all of me. I feel his hands on my ass, and I want to fuck him on the dance floor right now. My hands are on his face, and he brings one hand off my ass up to my hair. I pull away.

“Can you stop being a fucking douche?” He puts me down and smiles at me. I look over at Carla and smile. She’s walking over like a rocket is up her ass.

“You fucking whore!” she yells at me.

“You just couldn’t keep your man in line,” I say. “That wasn’t my fault, and didn’t you fuck Aiden?” I have balls when I drink. She starts to slap me, but Becca slaps her first. I start laughing and feel Aid-en’s arm wrap around me to carry me away. I see Becca in his other arm. We are laughing hysterically. Grant walks Carla off the floor. I don’t care what he does, and I’m not going to care. I just gave him the chance again, and he is walking away with her. What the fuck is
wrong with him? He has no idea what he wants, and if he keeps doing this, I’ll go home with Aiden and let off my steam. When we get to the table, I start to take a drink, but Aiden takes it away.

“No. Water.” He places it in front of me and I pout.

“I guess Grant chose Carla, folks. Aiden, didn’t you fuck her too?” I have no filter now. He looks at me and laughs. Becca perks up.

“Actually, Aiden, you have fucked all of us. Who would you say is best and worst?” He grins, pretending he didn’t hear her.

“Come on, Aiden, you can tell us.” I egg him on and give him my best ‘fuck me’ face.

“Carla was the worst, I’ll give you that.”

“And between us?” Becca asks.

“A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

“You mean fucks and tells!” I yell.

“Who is a better fuck, me or Grant?” I lean across the table to look him right in the eyes, leaving our lips inches apart.

“I never slept with Grant.” I see the surprise in his face. Did he really think we slept together? The music gets louder. I like this song.

“Let’s go, Bec.” I stand up and feel the room move. She hops up and we dance some more. I don’t see Grant anywhere.
Maybe he left with his dead fish
, I think, and start to laugh. What a waste of time. I start to get belligerent.