My whole body felt like it was stomped on by a giant, I could barely move. When I did, Grayson’s body embraced mine. I turned to look at him, his face so at peace as he breathed his eyelashes moved.
I took in a breath, my hands grazing his cheek, kissing his forehead, “Even when you’re with me, you still want her, don’t you?” I whisper.
I heard what Grayson said, but a part of me wasn’t naïve. I wanted to save myself.
I didn’t want to like Grayson, but we’ve fought it for so long. It was only a matter of time for us to start falling.
Nothing was wrong with experiencing love for the first and last time since after he gets August back, he would never have to worry about me ever again.
I had only been putting it off because of him.
He might say it wasn’t fake, but a pit in my stomach brings my brain back to remembering that he’s only with me to make the love of his life jealous.
Don’t be fucking stupid Adrianna. He’s going to drop you the moment August runs back. I shook my head, pulling myself away from his cold body, heat enveloping mine once more as I got up, walking to his bathroom and took care of my business.
Looking into the mirror my eyes began to turn red, my hands shook as I fisted them up. I opened up a little to Grayson when I showed him my cuts. He didn’t pity me. He didn’t make me feel fragile. He made me feel equal with him.
I swallow, pulling up the shirt I pulled from his dresser, looking at my scars.
Many told me that I was skinny, but I didn’t view it that way, I viewed it in a way that convinced me if I cut myself, I would lose that image that built up in my head.
We match.
My vision dazed as I gripped on the doorknob, my heart racing. It had been a while since I took some medication, I had been distracted by many things the drugs weren’t my first priority anymore. It was weird to think that so much had happened and it didn’t feel that long from the original deal.
Back when it was strictly just hate, there were no feelings involved, nothing much involved, just our duties.
I had received an email that I had won the presidency, and I felt sort of guilty about winning the title.
I wasn’t going to be here to fulfill the work that should be done by a great president. I wasn’t planning to make a damn suicide note, but I just wanted it to end soon, and I was prepared.
I do think it’s for the best. No one changed my mind.
I walked out of the room, Grayson was still asleep as I smiled, walking closer to his body and then at the clock.
It was 3 A.M.
My house’s lights were still on, and it felt like an unfinished puzzle if I didn’t go home.
I put my clothes on, taking one look at him, then the ring that still stayed on my finger. I breathe, pulling it out, placing it on his nightstand. I laugh gently.
Running out of his room his kitchen light was dimmed, my eyes met his sister’s, her face beaming. “Adrianna!” She runs to me while holding a cookie.
“Are you supposed to have a cookie right now?” I narrow my eyes.
She hides behind her cookie, “Are you supposed to be sneaking out of my brother’s bedroom right now?” She counters with a smirk.
She was her brother’s sister.
“Are you guys finally back together?!” She smiled so hard that I was afraid her mouth might stay like that.
“Kind of, yes.” I laugh.
“He’s such a liar!” She stuffs the rest of the cookie into her mouth, “He said that it was over and that he messed up, but you’re back. You love him!”
My eyes widen, “I don’t love him yet, Amelia.” “Yet is very promising.” She smirks again.
I roll my eyes, “Your brother and I are trying.” I reassure her.
She frowns, “I think that he likes the person he is a bit more when he’s with you.” She backs away, “But you didn’t hear that from me.”
I laugh, turning her around and pushing her to the stairwell, “Go to bed Amelia.”
She continues to walk, still speaking, “Can you call me Lia?” She looks back.
“Why?” I frown.
“I don’t like my name.”
“I love your name.” I say with conviction as she beams again. “Really?”
“I think your name is beautiful, just like you.” Amelia runs back towards me, hugging me tighter than ever, “I’ll love it just for you.”
I felt my heart swell as she spoke, she pulled away running up to her room. I heard her shut the door before I made an exit to the front door.
As I walk over to my side of the street, I wonder to myself if it was okay if I kept in contact with Amelia when Grayson and I figured out that we were a lost cause. When we find ourselves being together, it’s a mistake and something that shouldn’t have happened. I find the hidden key, unlocking the gate as I walk in my front door.
My father walks down the stairs, “Where the hell have you been?!” He screamed as I gave a neutral face.
“Out.”
“It’s fucking three in the damn morning!” He points at the clock as I roll my eyes, I didn’t have enough energy for this.
“You’re wasted aren’t you!” He rams down to me. I scowl, “No! I’m not wasted I’m fucking tired!” “Since when have you cursed me?”
Since you’ve been banging your secretary, I wanted to scream but I didn’t.
Instead, I looked at him, “You are out of control! I come home and you’re not here.” He points at the kitchen, “I expect to come home and have dinner as a family.”
“That’s funny, considering that every time you want to come home or say you do, you don’t” I laugh, “Sorry I wasn’t fooled this time.”
He shook his head, “You are being disrespectful.”
I didn’t say anything back as he looked at my shirt. If I had come home in the outfit I wore to the bar, I would’ve been shipped to a boarding school, I wore Grayson’s hockey shirt.
“I told you to stay away from him.” He sternly addresses. “Deal with it, we’re dating.” I mutter.
He rolled his tongue into his mouth, “You two are a joke together.”
“You should be happy. The two richest empires together, it’s a golden couple Father.”
He paces around my body, and I was starting to show signs of wanting to go into my room and sleep as I yawn, “I’m going out tomorrow too.” I informed him.
He laughs, “No you aren’t.” “Try and stop me.”
“You are making a damn mistake by being with a Prince.”
I glower, “I don’t tell you who you can and can’t date, so why do you think you can tell me?”
“You are my daughter.”
I laughed bitterly. No, I was barely an acquaintance.
“Being with Grayson is the happiest I’ve been in a year, so you either butt out or I will cut you off from my life. Oh wait, you already do that without trying.”
My father grows irritated, “Without me, you are nothing.” Precisely.
“Oh right, because you were the one who took me to my mental health checkups and my therapy sessions.” I say sarcastically, “I would be so gone without you.”
I didn’t want to discredit my father, he did make sure I had things I needed, “I paid for that shit!”
I meant… I wanted him by my side, not just paying for it.
“Go to bed.” He instructed me as I felt my body weaken from my tiredness.
My father was a lot of things, but a father was not one of them.
