True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 95

Grace Smith did not hold back. Slightly dazed, She stared at his hand and urged, "Hurry up, let's not

wait then."

Heinz Jones furrowed his brow, his eyes sparkling.

Seemed like nothing would deter her.

He knew she was calculating the risks, thoughtful and shrewd as she was. She was just testing him to

see how far he would go.

But Heinz Jones loved taking risks.

She had miscalculated.

Heinz Jones was a man of action, not of words.

He looked at Grace Smith, smiled, and pulled down his pants.

Her eyes widened in shock. She noticed he was wearing black underneath.

He was going to go through with it. In her mind she guessed that maybe he would just loosen his belt.

However it seemed like things were getting serious.

He was more daring than she had imagined.

Grace Smith took a deep breath and decided to go on with it.

She glanced at him, with his well built proportions, her eyes burning with radiance and desire.

"Alright, that's it?" Grace Smith teased.

"Grace, you are teasing me." Heinz Jones said.

"You started this." Grace Smith smiled and said. "Don't put the blame on me. Look, if you aren't up for

it, then just stop. I am reasonable and won't force you to do anything. I thought you wanted to show me

something. Do you have cold feet?"

"Screw you." Heinz Jones cursed, he continued loosening his pants.

"I" She almost exclaimed.

However, he did not take it all off.

Half undressed, this was enough to satisfy her fantasies.

She felt that her boundaries were somewhat crossed.

"Nice body, Mr Jones. Slim and fit, seems like you work out." She smiled and commented.

"Yes I do." He retorted.

"It's a compliment." Grace Smith said. She fluttered her eyebrows and smirked. "I wonder if you can

satisfy me physically."

Any man would feel affronted by her words.

To doubt his ability to satisfy her was a huge insult to him.

Especially Heinz Jones, who had always been outstanding in every aspect.

"Grace, are you prepared for the consequences?" Heinz Jones asked.

"Of course," Grace said as she blinked. There were only two minutes before the work day was over.

He didn't dare to continue. His pants were almost completely off, it seemed like he was not off the

hook. He was a gentleman after all.

She felt emboldened.

"Alright, since you agreed, let's do this." He said.

He moved closer to her in a split second.

She could see his pulsating veins as the distance between them was only thirty centimeters.

Grace took a deep breath, entirely convinced he would go no further.

However, Heinz was not a man of rules and conventions.

How could he give up such an opportunity.

He took off his pants.

Grace froze.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted them.

Both Grace Smith and Heinz Jones were shocked.

She knew that someone would enter shortly.

It wouldn't take long.

Heinz Jones was about to speak when Grace made a move to cover his mouth.

Heinz could not react, he stared at her.

Grace flushed a deep read, but she still managed to retain her wits. She pushed him away with one

hand, and took his belt with the other hand.

What now.

He was in shock.

The door opened.

As she pushed him away, Grace sat on the chair, looking as though she was concentrating on her

work, not lifting her head.

Heinz Jones was holding his pants, his belt missing, he stood in front of Grace Smith, looking like

someone caught in a crime.

It seemed obvious what was going on here.

Lester entered, and before he could say anything, Heinz Jones growled. "Get out."

Lester was panic- struck and immediately left, shutting the door.

Two of them were left in the room.

Grace couldn't resist it. She started laughing.

"Haha..." She wanted to roll over laughing. "This is just so comical." She said.

Heinz Jones looked at her as she rocked back and forth with glee. "Grace Smith, you are so heartless

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She was not just some witch, she was the head of witches.

She was intelligent, she was so sure of the habits of the other employees and she knew that the staff

would enter at any time.

He felt both bemused and embarrassed. What a sight he must have been just now.

She was so amused by what had just transpired. She could not help giggling and laughing.

"Oh God, look at you, what a joke!¹' Grace Smith laughed. She was still in stitches over the whole

situation.

Humiliated, Heinz Jones turned green, he picked up his pants, bent over and picked her up.

Grace Smith was still giggling as she tried to escape his arms. "Don't touch me, I can't stop laughing at

the situation, let me go!"

Heinz Jones brought her to his desk.

Grace Smith rolled on the desk, still chuckling.

He stood there watching her mirth, he started flushing.

"Keep laughing, you will have it coming." He said, as he furrowed his eyebrows in determination.

"Don't you find it amusing?" Grace Smith retorted, still laughing.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes glinting dangerously. He grabbed her hands out of a sudden.

Grace Smith froze and gave him an involuntary look.

In a split second, she felt afraid.

She realized that she was in trouble.

Her triumph and gloating turned into apprehension. "You aren't serious, are you?"

Heinz Jones gazed at her, serious and earnest.

He wasn't amused, she realized tension rose in her.

She could not fight back. He could do whatever he wanted to her.

She was playing with fire.

She couldn't resist the temptation though.

Her headstrong character would get her into deep trouble sooner or later.

She sighed inside. She had to accept the reality. "I'm sorry, I was just joking with you." Grace Smith

apologized.

Heinz Jones looked at her calmly, slowly recovering his composure. "You are apologizing to me?"

He was seen in a compromised situation. What would the consequences be?

"Don't take it so seriously," Grace Smith spoke. "It's just a joke, lighten up."

Heinz Jones retorted, "The joke is not on you."

"It's true." Grace Smith said. "That's why you should never take things so seriously."