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“Hmmm. Maybe. But that’s your fault. I was perfectly sane before I met you…”
“A couple of weeks ago,” I pressed, wondering if this was the moment he’d tell me some secrets.
“Something like that,” he said instead, his grin widening, because he knew exactly what I’d been trying to do.
Greyson set me down inside the doorway, grabbing my hand again, of course. I stared around in awe…the inside of his mansion was even nicer than the outside.
We’d walked into an enormous room with high ceilings and marble flooring, adorned with a magnificent chandelier that hung like a work of art from above. The room seemed to serve no purpose, there wasn’t anything in it except a black circle table with an enormous gold statue on it. A foyer…I think that’s what the rich people called this kind of room.
Greyson pulled me beyond the foyer, where there was a living area type of room that opened up to reveal a vast and open-concept space. The room actually looked comfortable, with several plush, expensive looking sofas, an enormous TV, and walls adorned with abstract artwork that added a pop of color to the neutral palette. Large windows allowed natural light to flood the room, offering views of the lush grounds outside.
We didn’t stop in the living room though. He continued to pull me through the house, past a dining area with a sleek, modern table that could fit a whole crowd, and a glass wall that provided a stunning backdrop of the garden. Through a kitchen that was a chef's dream, with state-of-the-art appliances and marble countertops that gleamed under the soft, recessed lighting.
There were so many rooms, I lost count…and they all disappeared from my mind when he led me into a room that could only be his master bedroom. I stared around the room, noticing the high ceilings and how everything was done in soft, muted colors that offset the dark, hardwood floor. It was interesting though; the home was gorgeous, but everything was done so neutral, it almost seemed like the designer hadn’t finished their job–like the couch had been waiting for some colorful throw pillows, the shelves were waiting for some more knickknacks, and the walls a few more pictures.
Maybe Greyson was really minimalistic.
My gaze got caught on the king-sized bed in the middle of the wall. It was the nicest bed I’d ever seen, with a tufted, upholstered headboard. It was dressed in crisp, white linens and fluffy pillows you could sink into. There were sleek, modern nightstands with minimalist lamps on either side of the bed. I dragged my gaze away from it, noting the large window across from it that offered a breathtaking view of the gardens outside and the moonlight sparkling across the surface of the pool.
Greyson was typing something in his phone when I glanced over to him warily. I was pretty sure this was his bedroom…but I guess it could have been a very nice guest room. Maybe he was going to “bid me goodnight” and that would be it.
My hopes were dashed when he slipped his phone into his pocket and prowled towards me. “Do you like our room?” he asked, something almost…hopeful in his voice.
“Your room, you mean. Do I likeyourroom.”
“Our room. Your room. It’s all semantics. Everything I have belongs to you too.”
“Greyson,” I murmured, brushing some hair out of my face as I chuckled nervously. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I though?”
“Okay…well, until it’s officiallymyroom…can you show me to the guest room for now?” I asked, taking a step back.
“Now why would I do that?” he asked, still stalking towards me.
I kept taking steps back until my back hit the wall.
“Greyson…” I whispered, holding up my hands. “What are you doing?”
“I think I need to remind you, sweetheart…”
“Remind me of what?”
“Who you belong to.”
His lips crashed against mine, and I kissed him back…just for a second. I couldn’t help it.
But as his tongue slipped into my mouth, I remembered that he’d basically just kidnapped me after beating up Carter—not to mention he’d lied.
I pushed on his chest and yanked my face to the side. “Greyson. No. You can’t just—”
Greyson abruptly grabbed my hands, and forced them over my head, pushing his whole body into me so I could feel up close and in person his raging-hard on.
My eyes widened.
“Baby…I’m pretty sure I can do whatever I want to,” he growled, before going back to licking and sucking at my lips.
“Greyson…arghhh!” I thrashed against him, but he was too heavy. Between his body and the way he’d pinned my arms above my head, I wasn’t able to move at all.
