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I feel my jaw drop at his words, unable to believe what I'm hearing. Confusion is starting to give way to anger; I'm not about to let another man walk all over me, that's for sure.
"Think about what you're saying, Grayson!"
He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know what I saw in those pictures, so don't bullshit me, Tyley. What is it, huh? Are you trying to make a fool of me? Because that's not going to play."
I purse my lips, unable to believe how quickly things went to hell. He's looking at me with those accusatory, wounded eyes, and I'm tempted to apologize. But what for? I didn't do anything wrong, and if he doesn't trust me, that's his prerogative, not mine.
"Look, I'm telling you nothing happened. Either you believe me, or you don't, there's nothing more I can do about it."
Without warning, he takes a stride forward, and his hands are gripping my hips, pulling me against his powerful frame. His touch is demanding and possessive but not cruel.
"You're mine, Tyley. Do you get that? Mine."
He runs his hand up my spine to the nape of my neck, and he seizes a kiss that feels more like a clash than a display of affection. It's intense, wildly passionate, and carries an air of pent-up frustration.
For an instant, I give in, kissing him back, aching for that intensity he’s exuding from every pore. But I force myself to step back, away from him.
“Stop that!”
He runs a hand through his short hair, frustration evident in his posture.
"You think you can just toy with me, Tyley? I’ve let you into my home and opened myself to you, and now here you are, refusing to tell me about this stupid plan of yours.”
“You need to listen to me and stop acting like a caveman.”
“I sure as fuck can if you’re going back to that ass!”
“I’m not anyone's property, Grayson. And last time I checked, people are innocent until proven guilty."
He scoffs, and before I know what’s happening, he grabs the closest thing to his hand, a large vase I’m sure is worth more than my rent. The very next instant, the vase shatters against the opposite wall, and Grayson stares at me, eyes ablaze.
"You want me to believe you? Fine. Show me your phone. Let me see your messages with Adam."
I narrow my eyes at him, and my anger is no longer simmering beneath the surface but bubbling all over the place.
"Like hell, I will!"
“Oh, so you’ve got something to hide, huh? I knew it.”
“No, I don’t, but I’m not going to let you control me this way either. What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“Show it to me!”
"Fuck you, Grayson! You don't get to treat me like something you own. You, or anyone else. So yeah, fuck you, and fuck our agreement.”
He takes a soft step towards me as if he doesn’t want his massive frame to be as intimidating, his expression softening just a fraction. "Tyley, that's not what I meant. I just, hell, I saw those pictures and—"
"Save it. I don't want to hear it right now."
I turn on my heel and storm out of the room, trying to ignore the tears that threaten to spill down my cheeks.
“Ty!” He calls after me, but I ignore anything he might have to say. Fuck him, and fuck this stupid deal. I was right all along to be suspicious of Grayson, wasn't I? Then, if I knew better, why does it hurt so much?
sixteen
Grayson
I watch Tyley storm out of the room, wanting nothing but to run after her. I don’t know what I’d say. Would I beg her to forgive me or keep arguing about her ex?Maybe both. Do I really believe she's cheating on me? I don't know anymore. Those pictures, those damn pictures, they fueled all the insecurities that have been lurking in the back of my mind ever since I started to consider opening my heart to someone.
