I hated him. I was fucking stupid to think that there was more to him than just the guy that made my life miserable from the day I saw him on the other side of my driveway.
I hated him with every fiber of my being.
I hated his smirk that challenged me every moment of the day.
I hate how he runs his fingers through his hair every time he gets
frustrated. The way his arms flex when he gets angry, or the snarky remarks when he enters the room.
I hate it when he says things to me that are too hurtful for others to say. When he says sarcastic things even when he actually means it. When he even addresses me with a disdain in his rough voice. I can’t stand him.
But the truth was, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just doing what we agreed on. He was being the person I always knew, and I don’t know why it upset me so much. It shouldn’t have and the bottom line was that he had every right to treat me like shit.
What had really happened between us made me think that maybe there was a change in our hatred for each other. I was crazy, and he was the reason for it.
He drives me crazy. Fucking mad.
But what’s more maddening was that it made my decision easier.
I had no emotional attachment to him, and I knew for a fact that he wouldn’t either, it was the perfect thing for me and finally letting free.
My logic didn’t need to make sense to others but that was what was so great about it. It didn’t make sense.
I picked up my phone, clicking on Margo’s contact.
Ring, ring… ring.
“Babe?” Margo answered as I let go of my shaking breath, my anxiety took over me as I fidgeted with my rings.
“Margo. Thank God.” I got up pacing.
I quieted and I heard rustling from her end of the call, a boy’s voice, but I wasn’t about to ask about her love life, she would tell me when she was ready.
“Am I interrupting something?” I mutter as she laughs, going on mute for a second.
“No, of course not.”
I hear her closing the door, more rustling, “Are you okay?” “Yes. Actually, Grayson and I got into a screaming match.”
“Sounds typical, what’s the problem?” From the sound of a thump, I imagine that she finally sets the phone down, more rustling.
“Well, you know how much we hate each other, and I would rather stick a blade into my torso than ever be affectionate with him.”
“Your point?” Margo asked.
“Well, I think I’m going to ask him to take my virginity.” I look at my purity ring once more.
I hear a big ruckus, envisioning that Margo dropped her phone, a big gasp came from her, “Adrianna.”
“Margo.”
I couldn’t believe I even said it out loud. I did sound crazy, I mean this was my virginity I was talking about, it was special.
“Anna, you can’t be serious,” She exhales, “You can’t possibly want Grayson Prince to take your virginity.”
“I don’t want him too; I’m giving it up.”
I felt my heart constrict, “Margo, I’m not asking you to understand, but I can’t take this anymore.”
“I have guarded my virginity for my whole life, and this ring on my finger has practically branded me.”
I look at my ring once again, “Little miss perfect.” I laugh harshly. “That’s what they call me right? They have no right! They don’t know
me. They don’t know the side of me that has over-dosed and attempted suicide. They don’t know me.”
Margo walks closer to the phone, I could hear her voice getting louder, closer to the speaker phone.
“I don’t have the perfect life people assume I do. I have days where I can’t control myself, and this ring on my finger is my most prized possession that I had never given to anyone.”
She didn’t say anything, only stood on the other end of the phone silently.
I never expected her to really think about how it was to be in my position and to be waiting to give up something people all my life expected me to keep.
How much I have wanted to let go of something that has eternally branded me? How much I have just wanted to scream at the people who have labeled me, throw away the perfect act, and do something I would never do?
“This isn’t because I’m desperate on losing my virginity, Margo.” I exclaim.
“This is because I’m desperate to walk onto campus tomorrow without this ring on my finger and not feel that label or brand on my back.” I finally closed my eyes like I had been keeping that in for my whole life.
And I did.
She probably thinks I am going crazy.
“Your virginity is very important. You should have someone that will cherish it with you for your first time, you do understand that Grayson is notorious for…”
“…being a God and a Devil in bed.” I sigh. “I know.” Why does that only make me want it more?
Heaven and hell in one person. How could I resist?
Sure, he was more of hell, but I couldn’t help but think that we would be the perfect mixture of both.
All my life I just listened to everyone. I defy him and him only. Why was that?
Because I was trained to please everyone like my father always told me to do, but my father always told me to make the Prince family’s lives hell.
I never understood why he hated his family. They treated me like a human, someone who wasn’t breakable.
I wanted to obey Grayson Prince just once in my life, just to see his face with a jaw-dropping look at me because he would have never predicted this. I wanted to be destroyed.
I wanted my perfect streak of innocence to end. Every bit of it is shredded into billions of pieces.
But I wasn’t going to ask for it. No.
The perfect plan to seduce Grayson Prince was genius, because with every fiber in his body, he hates me.
He despises me, and he will fight it. My winning trophy would be him on his knees for me.
“Adrianna?” Margo’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “Yes, I’m here.”
“Grayson will never agree to your proposition.” She says matter of factly.
“I’m going to act like that did not hurt a little bit.” I jump on top of my counter, crossing my legs.
“You know what I mean.” She groans.
“Yes, I do,” I smile looking towards my window, “I have a plan.” “Do you?” Margo laughs.
“Yes, and I’m a genius, but I have to go.” I jump off the counter, rushing up to my bedroom.
“I know, Einstein.” Margo pauses for a moment, and that’s how I knew that whatever she was about to say next was serious.
“Just please promise me, you’ll think about this virginity thing before actually going through with Grayson being the one to take it.”
I close my eyes for a second, taking in a breath and letting it out, “Margo, I really want this large weight of my virginity to leave my shoulders.”
“I just don’t think Grayson is the right choice.” She counters as I smile. “I know.”
I’m pretty sure anyone I would’ve asked would’ve said the same exact thing.
“Then let’s go to a bar this weekend and find someone for you to lose it
to.”
it.”
I bite my top lip, really thinking about this idea. “Okay, I’ll think about “Thank you.”
I laugh, “Okay, I really have to go take a shower, I love you!” I send a
kissing sound over to her as she does the same. “I love you too!”
“Oh, and Margo,” I smile as I walk into my closet, “Use a condom.” I hung up immediately.
Did she somehow think I was an idiot if I didn’t know there was a guy either next to her or in her?
And I did take Margo’s concerns into consideration. I really did. But my plan sounded better for now.
One thing I always knew was that Grayson’s bedroom balcony was right across from mine, and I had a clear view of him sometimes.
Right now, I saw him. Just how I left him. He was sitting on his bed with a bunch of hockey tapes.
His hair was slightly drier than when I saw him last, I didn’t want to make it obvious I was looking because I knew he had a view into my bedroom sometimes.
Instead, my plan was in action.
The Devil in Heaven Plan.
I smiled to myself, that was pretty clever of me, I wasn’t going to lie.
I put my long hair up into a clip, a couple of strands still out. I lit a candle to make my room seem more romantic and special. I sneaked a glance over to Grayson who took a second to look over to me quickly, before returning back to his tapes.
I stood in front of my mirror. This was only phase one, Adrianna, damn it. I breathe in pulling my shirt up over my head, leaving me in just a bra. Then I push my skirt down until it hits my ankles. I stepped out of them, bending down making sure my ass was in Grayson’s range of view.
I swallow. What if he thought I didn’t want him to imagine me? He loathed everything about me already, it would hurt even more if he hated my body like I did.
I take my towel, resisting looking up to Grayson’s window, and walk into my bathroom. I take a pretty short shower.
My hands were clammy as I walked out of my bathroom. I checked to see if Grayson was still sitting on his bed. He had multiple books on his side and more tapes on the bed. He looked frustrated.
Ruffled hair, his face was red, and he fidgeting more than normally. He looked over-worked.
Maybe I could help with that.
Phase Two.
I let go of the towel, my eyes scanned to Grayson’s room. His eyes on my image, gawking.
I decided to put on Grayson’s jacket with my underwear. He gave it to me to wear, and I lay on my bed.
Grayson’s eyes couldn’t seem to pull away from me and I couldn’t tell if I liked it or not.
Phase Three.
I pull one of the blankets up to my stomach, spreading my legs a bit further apart, my hand creeping down to my pulsing heat.
I had restrained myself from playing with myself in the shower, just for this moment.
Grayson just stared, he looked feral. He craved it.
I swallowed, as my hand began to rub my slick folds. I was sensitive, my heartbeat racing as I relaxed my head, not even caring if Grayson was watching.
My phone began to ring.
Grayson Prince.
I answer it, “Dove, you—”
“Sorry, call me tomorrow.” I looked over my phone making sure it was on speaker, so he could hear me.
So, I let go even more, I played with myself with the thought of some other man doing it for me.
“Fuck me.” I groan, wishing someone with large hands would be able to just gather me like a handful and spread me apart.
“Adrianna—” Grayson mutters once more as I interrupt with a sudden moan.
“Yes, just like that.” I let out, imagining someone diving in between my legs, eating every bit of me up, even when I tell them to stop, they dive in deeper until I physically can’t come any more.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, baby, yes.”
I pleaded as Grayson’s face looked distraught. He could’ve hung up by now, except he didn’t.
I arch my back, “Please don’t stop.” I grunt as I reach over to my drawer, pulling out my vibrator, placing it on top of my throbbing clit.
“Yes!” I yell, the more I inch closer to my release, the more I see Grayson, his hands being the ones to hold my body, his strong build, and his
beautiful face in between my legs. “Please,” I rasp.
“Please, Prince.” I sob weakly as I reach my end, shaking. I sneaked a last look at Grayson who was standing on his balcony, no shame in staring at me on my bed, as I moaned out his name to my release.
I swallowed, and Grayson hung up. I, myself, couldn’t even believe I moaned his name out loud.
I was too tired to even think about it. I shut my eyes, and everything went black.
I could feel my heart rate slow back down.
