TEMPTRESS
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CHAPTER 59: TEMPTRESS
“I got him, Ma.” Grace was already dressed, when she leave the club, and turned her back from Conrad, who is still drunk, unconscious on the bed they shared. n***d, dreaming of the fire they crave.
She would admit it, he was a beast on bed.
“I knew that I could rely on you, Grace.” What she said put Mrs. Roswell on a great mood. “Make sure that after this night, he wouldn’t forget about you.”
Who would?
She is Grace Roswell, every man couldn’t resist her charms, only except Eliot, but that was least of her worries for now. He’s no use for them. He have no money or so she thought.
“So, what now?” Grace climbed up on the bed.
She could still hear the fading music that was bouncing back from downstairs. She sit in front of a mirror that was placed inside that vanity room. Her reflection stared back at her.
Swollen lips, and smudge makeup smeared her face, one of her eyelashes is missing, her hair is in a mess, but that doesn’t make her less.
She was still beautiful. She knows it.
“Come back home. We’ll talk about how to find your prodigal sister.”
“Great.” She rolled her eyes at the mention of it.
Raquel, the submissive one, yet now—she was nowhere to be seen and found.
So much great for the daughter her parents thought could gave them so much fortune. She sarcastically thought. If it wasn’t for, she wouldn’t be a Mrs. Smith. It was supposed to be Grace, but some things went wrong. The next thing she knew all the reporters she hired was flashing their camera to her sister and her husband to be, David Smith.
But it turns out, Grace dodge a bullet. If she were able to play with Conrad, much more if he decided to take his brother’s place, then the Roswell’s problem wouldn’t bother the anymore.
“Did you know where did she went off?” She applies some lipstick on her lips.
“Not yet, but you know that I won’t waste any money for her.”
As usual, her mother still do not fancy Raquel.
“—just come home, and we’ll see what we can do to find her.”
“Hired some men then.” Grace run her fingers to her hair. “It would be easy for us to see where she had gone to—”
“I told you that I am not spending a fortune for her—”
But she cut her off, “Then, why do you want to find her, if you refuse to make ye search much easier, Ma? Just pay some men, and it wouldn’t take them long to find Raquel. But since I know you… why do you need her?”
She knows that her mother might be planning something. Knowing her hatred to her sister, she could have left her out there to die, but she didn’t.
“I’m just thinking of a leverage.” Mrs. Roswell chuckled on the other line. “You know David and all…”
“You mean, you wanted to use Raquel against David?” She frowns. “David won’t care, he does not even love Raquel, Ma.”
“Oh, honey. I highly doubt that.” Mrs. Roswell in a sweet tone uttered. “I have him followed, and my Intel told me that he was also looking for your sister.”
“And?” Is that it?
She was actually expectant that her mother have discovered something. At times like this, she really has a point. They needed a leverage, but Raquel? Oh god, what value does she have? Her only purpose was her fortune, and her surname—Mrs. Smith, and that’s it.
“Shh, just trust me with this one, Grace.”
“Whatever, Ma. You know that I don’t like her. She’s not even my sister.” She pursed her lips, annoyed.
“I know, honey.” Her mother coaxed her. “Besides, she wasn’t and won’t ever be part of our family, you got my word, Grace.”
“I know that I have your word, Ma.” She said before tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ears. “Wait for me, I’ll leave before Conrad wake up.”
If he did, her plans would be ruin. Let’s just say that Grace wanted him to chase her. To make that happen, she must show him that she was different, far more different than most women he met.
After making sure that she already fix her makeup, she wear the same clothes, except for one thing.
Full of mischief, she left a tiny piece of cloth, writing down a few words.
“That would do the job.” Grace licked her lips.
Flipping her hair, she turned her back with a triumphant smile on her lips.
‘Now let’s see if you are willing to play my game.’
“Argg…” Conrad groans softly.
He hadn’t drink much, except for yesterday night. And his head was much worst that he expected it to. Blinking past the light, he checked his wristwatch.
It was last 10 in the morning. The sun is already high on the sky and he was n***d. Bared chest, and his clothes lay scattered on the floor, but the space beside him felt cold.
That made his eyebrows raised.
“Is this for real?” He was in disbelief, but soon he chuckled.
It was the first time that a woman had left him here without demanding of any intimacy that he could offer, which he has none. Erika knew it as well. No questions were ask. They could be something, but nothing more than that. His women is aware of it, but Grace, the name he can recall last night…seems a little different, or so Conrad thought when his curiosity was appease by something on the floor.
Conrad chuckled, when he realized what it is. He didn’t have any second thoughts whether to picked it up or not, he just casually grab… her undergarment on the floor.
“You really are something, woman.” He casually climb down from the bed. The blanket loosens, but he stood proudly there while fishing out his phone from the table.
He dialed a number. It only takes a couple of rings before somebody answer his call
“Hello, Conrad—”
“Hey, Moore.” Conrad did not tore his eyes off from the piece of cloth. “I wanted you to look somebody for me.”
“Somebody? Who?”
“The name’s Grace Roswell and I wanted your report….tonight.”
“Grace Roswell, huh?” The man on the other line seems intrigued.
But who wouldn’t? This is the first time that Conrad hired somebody to look after a woman.
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