Chapter 2 Claiming what's hers

"Ahhhh" Grace shrieked in pain from the forceful yank on her hair.

Christina dragged her out of the room so as not to wake Derek, who was lying comfortably on the bed asleep.

It was very obvious that Christina was in a pure rage, her dress rumpled as if she had been up all night. She has been looking for Derek throughout the gala, only to check the security footage to see Grace leading him into the room.

Grace struggled. "Let me go, I ....." She was interrupted by a slap which landed on her right cheek. She slipped to the marble floors in tears.

"You whore" Christina spat. "You think you can crawl into bed with my Fiancé and get away with it?"

"I...I didn't..." Grace tried to explain in tears.

Christina pushed her against the wall in the hallway and loomed over her. "You'll leave this place and pretend this never happened."

"But Derek..." Grace's heart pounded.

"He won't know it was you, and he never will, so get the hell up and leave!" Her voice echoed in the hallway with rage.

Grace went numb.

What?

That can't be true.

He can't just forget.

She darted her eyes to the room to see Derek, he was not moving. He was too drunk to know who he slept with.

The realisation hit her harder.

"I'm doomed." She wanted to scream, but she couldn't; she knew Christina could destroy her at a whim.

Tears blurred her vision as she stood up and started leaving.

Christina went back into the room, removed her dress and slid next to Derek on the bed.

Grace hurried down the hallway. She could hardly breathe, her pulse hammering against her ribs.

Her palm still burned from Christina's slap, and she felt ashamed of herself.

She reached the elevator and punched the button with trembling fingers. The doors slid open, and she stepped inside, pressing herself against the mirrored wall as she forced back the tears that threatened to spill.

What had she done?

She had slept with a man who wouldn't even remember he had been with her.

Meanwhile, back in Derek's room, He woke up feeling sluggish. He let out a small groan while massaging his temple.

He stretched his hands and felt a body beside him, he jolted up immediately. "What the hell...."

He wiped his face with his hands to see clearly. "Christina?" He asked In a loud voice.

Christina yawned and turned to him. "Hey, sweetheart."

She pulled the blanket over her body while Derek stared in confusion. Her blonde hair cascaded over the pillow, and her lips curved in a satisfied smile.

"Why are you staring as if you don't know what happened?" She asked

"What do you mean? Why are you here? What happened?" Derek asked bewildered.

He couldn't remember much.

He could only recall the gala, talking to Grace and taking a few drinks.

He Didn't remember seeing Christina at all at the gala; how come she was in bed with him, naked?

"You slept with me, of course; it was an amazing night. Don't tell me you can't remember because you were a little tipsy", Grace replied with a huge grin, leaning forward to Derek.

Derek stood up immediately, grabbed his clothes that were scattered all over the floor, wore them in a minute and Stormed out of the room in anger.

Something felt wrong.

Derek went straight to his car and drove off to his private villa.

Christina dressed up.

She needed a plan.

She needed to secure her place and she knew exactly what to do.

She took her keys, picked up her phone and dialled a number.

"Hello, send me the personal files of Grace Bryce now!"