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I don’t want to make that promise, but Tyley doesn’t seem willing to go on before I do as she asks.
“Fine, I won’t do anything stupid, you have my word.”
"He tried to force his way into my apartment, Grayson."
"What?" I hiss and clench my free hand into a tight fist, the knuckles turning white. "Adam?"
"He knocked on the door and told me he wanted to speak with me, but I told him to go away. He wouldn't listen. He kept saying I had to let him in and talk to him like an adult, but I wouldn't open the door, and he said he'd break it if I didn't. I thought he was just being an idiot and that he wouldn't actually go through with it, but he did. Or at least he tried. One of my neighbors called the police, and he bolted out of here, leaving my door busted.”
I feel the anger boiling inside me, my blood pumping in my veins. There's no way I can let Adam threaten Tyley like that and get away with it. It's time to put him in his place once and for all.
"Are you safe now, Ty?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm but failing to hide the concern.
"Yes," she replied at once, but I knew it was bullshit.
"Ty, don't lie to me."
The instant I hear a weak little whimper on the other side of the line, there's a tug at my heart I've never experienced before.
"I'm scared, alright? I hate to admit it, but I am."
I turn the key on my car, hearing the motor purring, ready to take me anywhere I want to go. "I'm going to go kick his ass."
"No!" she yelps, and I frown, wondering why the hell she doesn't want me to teach that bastard a lesson. “You promised.”
“You made me.”
“Still. I don’t want you going anywhere near him.”
"Are you still into him?"
So that's what jealousy feels like, isn't it? Fuck, I never knew I would be spitting that particular venom.
"No, I'm not, but I don't want you getting into a fight with him, not outside the cage anyway. What if you mess him up really badly and end up getting arrested? I just want you to come pick me up, alright? Please just come over."
I speed towards Tyley's apartment, my mind racing with thoughts of how to handle this situation. My first instinct is to put a stop to Adam's bravado with my fists, but that would only upset Tyley further, and that's the last thing I want right now.
As soon as I knock on her door, she flings it open and throws her arms around me, burying her face in my chest. I hold her tightly, feeling the tension radiating off of her, wanting nothing but to make her feel safe again.
"I'm here, Ty. I've got you," I whisper, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "Come on, pack up some things; you're staying with me until all this mess is over."
She pulls back, not quite letting go of me, and looks up into my eyes, her brows furrowing with confusion. "What?"
"You're moving in with me for a couple of weeks. Adam's not going to get anywhere near you there. I want you to be safe. Once the fight is over, I'm sure he'll back off, and if he doesn't, we'll figure something else out. Maybe then you'll let me beat him up for real, no rules and no time limit."
"I can't just move in with you; it's too fast. You need your privacy, and so do I, and we'll get on each other's nerves on my first night there."
I chuckle, shaking my head. "You could never get on my nerves. Well, maybe you could, but who gives a shit? My house is plenty big for both of us. Now quit arguing with me and go pack up what you need."
She shoots me one last hesitant look before nodding. I let go of her, watching Tyley make her way toward her bedroom, her legs still a little bit shaky. Am I making a huge mistake here, or is my gut feeling right, as usual? I suppose only time will tell.
eleven
Tyley
Living in Grayson's house is both a dream and a nightmare. On one hand, it's a refuge from all the chaos with Adam, and it’s ten times as big as any home I’ve ever spent time in. On the other hand, it's a constant test of my self-control. The man walks around half-naked like it's no big deal, and it takes all my willpower not to drool all over the floor.
I try to focus on my activities, from sitting at my laptop to working out in his private gym, but every time Grayson walks by in just his shorts or workout clothes, my concentration goes out the window. It's like he's doing it on purpose. No one should look that good without a shirt on.
