One month later.
Officially dating Grayson Prince has been the best ticking time bomb of my life. The eye contact from across a crowded room. The
devilish smirk that I grew to love as the month came along. The intimacy of our knowing glances while he was on the ice.
The raised eyebrow and the hysterical laughs when we make stupid jokes because of our complicated banter.
The late-night drives, or when he would pull me down just to sit on his lap whenever a random man approached me at a bar. Our playful teasing, his reserved seat for me at the rink. Falling asleep on his couch with Amelia.
Our nighttime swims out on the lake, he would write me notes and slip them in my notebooks for me to read before my last class.
Grayson Prince has brought me back to life more than any type of drug or proper medication ever has.
I hadn’t taken any unprescribed drugs in a month and, I’ve been regular in taking the medication I need.
I had been attending my therapy normally and helping out Mrs. Prince with the family shelters, donating a gracious amount every Tuesday I came. I had started to paint again, and I’ve realized that the shelter was a great place to paint.
The families surprised me with a free space with an easel where I can paint any time I desire. It was located in front of the garden, giving me a view of the children playing.
Grayson’s stepmother even gifted Margo, Verina, Juliette, and I crochet lessons when they came to see where I went every Tuesday. I had planned to surprise Grayson with a sweater that I tried to make.
Sure, it wasn’t perfect, but it was a sweater.
The least I can do since he has provided me with the best-mind-blowing s ex ever.
It is eight P.M. and I’m at his house, his family was out for dinner, and he couldn’t attend because he had hockey practice.
It was surreal to me that I spent more time at his house than mine. My father sent me continuous messages and calls that I continued to ignore.
If all he had to say to me was that I shouldn’t be with Grayson, then I didn’t need to hear it. He didn’t have anything important to say to me.
Grayson’s head rested on my lap as I watched Love Island . He caved and watched the show with me, of course, I had to watch Tom and Jerry with him because it was only fair, he declared.
We found a happy middle, watching The Harry Potter movies every time we see fit.
“Why the hell would he do that?!” He yells at the screen.
I roll my eyes, “You know you have to study the plays, right?” I look down at him.
He sits up, “I did memorize some of the plays.” I nod, turning off the television.
“Here, I made something for you!” I launch myself out of the comfortable seat, grabbing the box I placed in the storage room of his house a while ago.
I hand it to him sitting on the floor, hugging my legs towards myself, staring at his eager eyes, “What is it?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
“Why did you get me something? It’s not my birthday.” I roll my eyes, “That doesn’t matter!”
He laughs, obviously I caught on that he only kept talking so that I would get irritated, he opens the box, revealing the hard worked sweater that I had crochet him.
“I made it for you.”
He tilts his head, picking it up, “It looks warm.”
“You hate it.” I get up pulling it away from him and hiding it behind me, “You don’t like it.”
He laughs, pulling the sweater away from me, “It has my name embroidered on the sleeve.”
He looks at me with a grin, “So you would always be on my sleeve?” I laugh, “Exactly!”
Grayson laughs, attempting to put it on, the sweater stretches, as he put it on. Sure, I hadn’t considered measuring Grayson’s large muscles when I had begun with this project.
The moment he attempted to breathe out, the back of the sweater rips as I groan.
“I love it!” He exclaims.
I bury my face in my hands, “I worked on that for a month.”
Grayson takes it off smiling, “Darling, it’s beautiful.” He assured as I scowled at him, “Thank you.” I sigh as he places the sweater back in the box.
“Grayson.” I said with unsureness as he turned to look at me.
“Dove.” His lips curving into a golden smile, giving me a small peck, “I love it.”
I roll my eyes at him as his grip tightens on me, “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asked as I felt my blood pump faster.
Yes, I may possibly have but I stayed silent, feeling the anticipation of him as my body reacts to his. Grayson took a moment to look around the room, it was empty.
He wasn’t looking at me, he was casually drinking out of a whiskey glass that he had pulled out earlier. His other hand moved from my waist to my waist band. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asks again as I bit my lips together.
I pursed my lips and gave a small nod; indeed, I looked away quickly as his hand came down my thigh, finally putting the glass down, his touch was full of need but gentle.
His fingers danced like ghosts around my skin as I let out a breath, his fingers finding my zipper, pulling.
My skirt falls down, as his fingers press down even harder on my side. I moan, creating goosebumps all over my body I felt heat rise.
Grayson laughs, “What did I tell you about rolling your eyes?” His hand nearing the insides of my thighs, stroking, his finger lifts higher.
I couldn’t help but let my fingers grip his wrist, withering I felt like I was in heaven.
“That I should never do it.” I whisper as he bends down to my ear. Oh God… his fingers slipped in the middle of my thighs, feeling his fingers flex to spread me wide.
He was going to—
I bit back my next moan, Grayson’s eyes directly over to my throat, throbbing and full of lust. “Don’t moan.” He whispers while pressing his body on mine, “Hold it in,” He continues.
I bit my lip, trying not to swallow and groan. I wanted to moan in his ear badly, his fingers found their way to the apex of my thighs. I held my breath, my heartbeat thumping so fast that it was going to jump out of my body.
I felt Grayson’s mouth curve into a smirk as my heartbeat reached my ears, his finger ripping my thong, and on to my pussy.
Oh fuck… Grayson Prince…
I clamp my legs together as his fingers pressed my clit, making me jump. His other fingers find their way to my outer lips, his middle finger circling my clit. I couldn’t breathe.
I knock my head back, still holding his wrist as on as his fingers enter me, his thumb stroking my clit.
Pulling out his finger and slamming it back in again made my eyes roll to the back of my head. The next time he pulled out, he added in an additional finger making me close my eyes from the sensation.
“This is the type of eye rolling I want from you.” He bites my lobe finally making me moan, “I want you, Adrianna.” He said with a need. His eyes on mine, “The feel of your pussy around my dick.” I wanted to buck my hips closer to him, fuck I really wanted to.
“Moan, Dove.” He groans as I moan, “Good girl, I want to hear you want it baby, I want you to moan my name when I fuck you.” He pulls me closer, walking me over to the kitchen.
I breath out. His fingers slamming back again as I groan, gripping his wrist tight. He bends me over the kitchen counter. I feel him level his mouth with my mound.
His breathing labored as I gripped the cold, marble, countertop. He rasps, diving in with his tongue flicking against my clit, making me moan and jolt. Grayson sucked my outer lips, making me bite back a moan. His finger, however, pressed harder onto my clit.
I moan, “That’s it, Dove.” His fingers fucked me deeper, stronger and with his arm barely moving. He kisses my ass cheek. I couldn’t come up with any words, only incoherent moans, “I love how wet you get for me, Dove.” He laughs as I spread my legs wider, desperate for release.
I shudder slightly, my body pushing towards him for more friction, “Atta girl.” I gulped, his tongue once again on my clit, “So wet baby, gripping me like a damn vice.” He whispers in my ear as I bite back a moan.
I shudder slightly shudder, my body feeling closer to release but keeping my breathing controlled, “Good girl.” He rasps, praising me.
His lips reach my neck, “I think you deserve a reward for your breathing control.” Before I could process what, he said, he moved his fingers inside me, twisting and crooked. I jump, feeling a slight pull on my belly bottom.
I felt flutters in my stomach, his voice low, “That’s it Dove. Fuck, I can feel you want to come all over my fingers.” He says erratically, I felt like I was trying to catch my heartbeat.
“Can you do that for me, darling?”
I closed my eyes, taking a second to myself to calm down, my hand on my thigh, the other gripping his shirt, I couldn’t help knocking my head back, my hand on his erection.
I give him a small squeeze as he continued to pump his fingers into me, flicking my clit, making me shudder as I start to reach my climax. I groan, my body tightening needing to come, needing him to keep going and help me get there.
I begin to moan again as I shut my lips he whispers, “Keep quiet baby.” My thighs begin to shake, searching for friction, bucking my hips while angling my body better.
I was close… so close…
“You are doing so good baby,” He rubs my clit, “You’re almost their baby, come on.” He said with a strained voice, my hands still rubbing his cock, causing him to shiver.
“Oh fuck.”
I felt myself tighten around his fingers and my thighs began to shake, trying to keep my body still and taking my breath away having the best orgasm of my life.
“Fuck, that’s it darling.” His fingers slowing around my clit.
I turn around looking at him, his face showed happiness I smile, pushing him to the living room, down on the couch, “You are amazing.”
Grayson smirks, “You are fucking perfect.” He muttered, I grin, straddling his hips, bending down, and crushing my lips on his while gripping his shirt towards me.
It was like I wanted him to be a part of me, in my fucking bloodstream. Grayson’s hands find my hair, he whimpers under my touch, “You said you hate my perfects.” I whispered against his lips with a smile.
“I do remember being right about one thing, you are invigorating.” He looked pleased.
I begin to sink down to his waist, kissing his tight abs, his head knocking back I let my lips travel to his v line.
He never let go of my hair, only loosened his grip.
I look up at him, his eyes longing, “I’ve never done this before.” I say in a simple whisper as he showed of his dimples by smiling down at me, he brings my face back up to his, placing a kiss on my lips.
“You don’t have to do it yet, Dove.”
I swallow. I wanted to do this for him. He was perfect and being with him for a little more than a month was the happiest I’ve ever felt in my lifetime. He hadn’t forced me to do anything that I didn’t want or wasn’t prepared for. He’s only made me feel great and I felt like I needed to repay him.
“No.” I spoke, “I want to do this for you.” I began to travel down to his waist once again, we heard the door lock shake as I bolted up.
“Fuck.” He quickly mutters, pulling me up next to him, draping a blanket over his hard rock erection I laugh.
I quickly turn on the television cuddling up on Grayson placing my hand under the blanket his face contorts as I smile, “That’s not funny. They always come in such a bad time.”
His family walks in with smiling faces, “Good evening, love birds,” His stepmother, Sara smiles warmly, “You guys have a great night?”
Amelia, Bentley, Elliot, and Easton ran after their mother, I found myself often wondering whether Grayson did in fact feel as though he isn’t part of the family.
“Adrianna!” Amelia runs over to Grayson and me, jumping on top of the couch and laying on top of Grayson and me.
“You’re more excited to see her than me?” Grayson drops his jaw, his eyes widen.
“Yes. Well, you live twenty feet across my room.” She sneered as Grayson gave a nonchalant expression.
Grayson gets up from the couch, walking over to his brothers, who smile at him, “How’s the dating life?” His brother Bentley asks.
I tilt my head, “Don’t even try to eavesdrop. They’re stupid and everything they talk about is completely nonsense.”
I look at Amelia with a smile, “Maybe because what they talk about doesn’t relate to a nine-year-old.” She places her head on my shoulder.
“I bet what they talk about isn’t appealing to twenty-year-old girls.” Sara walks over to us, sitting next to me.
Silas walks in after everyone else, his phone against his ear yelling, “Get the damn paperwork signed damn it!” He acknowledges me with scowl.
I sigh, “Will he ever talk to me without a negative comment?”
Sara frowns handing me the cake, “Silas is a really complex man. He wants the best for his family, and our families have always had tension between them that has never been solved.”
I read the ingredients as I frown, “I’m so sorry Mrs. Prince, but I’m allergic to kiwi.”
She nods understandingly.
“You know… Silas and your father used to be the best of friends. They would conquer the business world by the throat, and no one ever questioned their loyal friendship.”
“What really happened?” I asked, quite shocked.
“I’m not really sure, all I know is that it’s never been resolved, only got worst and they just stopped contact, where they only make snood remarks about each other whether it is by newspaper and in person.”
I nodded, I had never seen my father make decent conversation with anyone, but then again, I have never really seen my father much.
I smile, “About that dinner that never happened.” I mention as she nods, “My father was quite busy and I couldn’t ask him, but I believe that he hasn’t had much work right now.”
“Perfect! I’ll set up a dinner tomorrow?” She claps, her husband walking out with a false expression, walking over to Grayson.
I look closely at Grayson, whose face turns annoyed and quite irritated at his conversation with his father. I guess that his father always put him on a pedestal and never once thought about Grayson as his own person.
Sara stands, “Adrianna and her father will be coming over for dinner tomorrow, I expect everyone to be there.”
Silas looks over to us with a disgusted face, “I have work.”
“You can work from home.” She grins at him. He begins to speak before she gives him a look that could kill, he quiets down quickly.
I stand, slowly pulling Amelia in a comfortable position as she slept, walking over to Grayson and his father.
Grayson pauses his conversation with his father, “I’m going to head home.” I mutter.
He takes his jacket, “I’ll take you home, I don’t want you walking by yourself.”
“Okay.” I smile.
His father looks at me with yet another scowl, “Do you notice that me and my son were having a private conversation?” He says angry, I jolt backwards a bit.
Grayson walks in between us, “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that ever again.”
I pull Grayson back, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Grayson’s father rolls his eyes, “We will finish this conversation the moment you get back.”
Grayson shrugs off his father as he places his hand on my lower back walking me to the door. He tends to place his hand there on a regular basis now, I hadn’t noticed until recently.
“Grayson, you don’t have to take me home. Your father and you were having an important conversation. I really didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Adrianna, my father, and I only have important conversations. You did not interrupt anything and it’s not like my father is upset that you cut his business talk with his least favorite child.”
I nod, as he walks me over to my house, “I want him to like me.” I mutter.
“I’d be more concerned if my father does like you.”
I laugh as Grayson takes a breath, “Are you sure you want our fathers to actually have dinner together?”
I nod, “Yes, and besides I’ve been figuring out a way to piss off my father and this is the perfect way of doing so. I want him to know that you and I are serious.”
Grayson agrees with hesitation, “Is everything okay?” I ask as we reach my front door.
He grins thinly, “Yes, of course, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I get on my tippy toes placing a kiss on his lips, “I hope so.” “I can’t wait.” I smile as he winks.
“We have forever yet, Dove.”
As I walk inside, closing the door, my heart sinks for a moment. I was always great at taking my feelings and bottling it up. In a conflict between what your heart wants versus was your brain wants. You follow your heart.
We have forever yet.
I wasn’t strong.
When I looked at Grayson, I felt like my mind was at peace and I couldn’t hear the screams in my head. I didn’t want to need him. But the moment I was alone with myself, it was suffocating. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t talk, and my heart stopped.
He restores me to balance. The moments I spent with him oxygen fills my lungs, my heart stops and butterflies flutter inside my stomach, my eyes on his every time to see if he was real.
I wanted him and I think I always will. Even when it kills me to think that our time was limited. It wasn’t supposed to be serious, and I cursed myself because I was going to hurt him.
It was killing me.
My body sunk down to the floor. My hands fell on my chest as I heaved. My hands gripped on the necklace that Grayson had bought me with his initials on it. My heart began racing and my body shook as tears fell down my cheeks. I looked up to see my father staring down at me, I wasn’t really sure what to do and neither was he.
A moment passed before he sunk down next to me, his arm wrapping behind me as I let out sobs, “It’s okay baby.”
I felt guilty despising him for the past months, “I’m so sorry.” He shushes me as I lay my head on his shoulder, the same endearment that Amelia had done earlier.
“Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry.” He whispers as I cried a bit harder. I close my eyes, not really sure if this would turn into a dream. All I knew was that
I needed it to be real.
The screams inside my head louder than ever.
I opened my eyes to see no one was next to me. No one was around me. The lights were off, and my house was quiet. I close my eyes feeling my heart breaking a bit more, tears falling on the ground.
I sat there, unable to move, couldn’t sleep, and cried a bit harder that night.
