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Twisting like a damn contortionist, I look at every angle to make sure my hard nipples aren’t visible. When I don’t spot them, thanks to the padding in the dress, I smile victoriously and exit the bathroom.
“I need your help to tie this,” I announce as soon as I’m back in my room.
Only, Grayson isn’t fucking here.
Well, whatever. Rather than spare him another thought, I sit down at my vanity table and do my makeup. Even though I haven’t worn any in forever, it’s like riding a bike. My eyeliner pencil easily glides across my eyelids, and the mascara wand darkens and lengthens my lashes in no time. I finish off by applying my deep red lipstick that matches the shoes I’m intending to wear.
Once I’m done with my makeup, I part my hair, getting ready to braid it. Leslie always asked our mom to braid blue and red ribbons into her hair, so that’s what I’m doing today—even using her dedicated party ribbons. Not trusting Grayson, I took them with me into the bathroom when I showered. And now, they’re ready and waiting in my fisted hand.
Creating the three small braids I need doesn’t take long, and once I’m done, I collect them into one. More than half of my hair still hangs in loose curls down my back. With how hot it is, I might need to rethink that later. But for now, it’ll do.
As I find my red shoes in my closet, I spot one of my bags out of the corner of my eye. Since I hate not having my things, I quickly gather some stuff and throw it into the bag. It doesn’t take long, and there aren’t many things. Just some clothes, perfume, and makeup. All things that shouldn’t matter, but that make me feel better.
I even head to mom and dad’s bathroom where I quickly locate the oils and lotions I want. Mom has… had… some special stuff for scars and burns. Since no one else is using it, it might help with Grayson’s bullet wound.
Thanks to the two doors their bathroom has, I enter through the hall instead of walking into their bedroom.
While I carry the bag past the bathroom, I remember I’m due my period soon. Although the club is filled with women, I don’t trust that Grayson will care about any tampon needs I might have. And call me spoiled, but I absolutely refuse to put the cheap store branded ones inside my vagina.
Once I have gathered most of the things I want to take with me, I return to Leslie’s room, where I close the windows and blinds. When my eyes land on her stuffed unicorn collection, I unthinkingly snatch one of them up and hug it close to my chest. Yeah, having one of these with me might not be a bad idea.
Now that I’m done, I go in search of Grayson, since I need his help to do the ribbons in the back. It’s getting annoying having to hold my dress in place with one hand. Besides, he’s the one who said we had to be back at noon, which was fifteen minutes ago, according to Leslie’s old-fashioned alarm clock.
“Marco,” I shout, not in the mood to run all over the house to find Grayson.
There’s no answer, but I notice the door to my parents’ bedroom is wide open. Huh, why didn’t I notice that before? It’s possible dad left it like that the night he… nope, not going there. Knowing it’s not how it’s usually left, I go to investigate. As soon as I enter their room, I spot Grayson, who’s facing the back wall.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask angrily.
He spins around so quickly I almost suffer secondhand vertigo. “Someone’s been here,” he growls.
Before I can ask what he means, he steps to the side. Now that his body is no longer in the way, the angry, red graffiti comes into view.
To no avail, I read and re-read the words over and over. No matter how many times, it makes no sense. Grayson isn’t fucking protecting me. If anything, he’s holding me hostage. All of a sudden it hits me, this is another of his mind games, isn’t it?
He’s had plenty of time to do this while I was in the shower. Oh, fuck me. This is why he left me alone. It wasn’t because I asked or because he’s trying to be nice. The real reason was because he wanted to scare me like this.
“Har, har,” I say dryly. “Now that you’ve had your fun, can you tie my dress?”
Before I turn around, I’m certain Grayson shoots me a look of surprise. That’s right motherfucker, I’m on to you.
While he ties my dress, I mentally chant my mnemonic list.
Bastard Can Fuck Drenched Pussy Loudly.
Bastard Can Fuck Drenched Pussy Loudly.
I tell myself to calm down and bide my time. Lashing out in anger won’t get me anywhere, that’s not how to take down a guy like Grayson. If I act out, he’ll probably just start tying me to the bed—probably with my legs spread so he can come use me whenever he feels like it.
I shiver when I hear him shift behind me, only a split second before I feel his hot breath on my shoulder.
“You’re not wearing anything underneath,” he rasps. “If we weren’t in a hurry, I’d love to peel this off you. But maybe tonight.” He places a kiss on my neck before swatting my ass. “If you’re ready to ask me for it.”
I curse to hide the way my body reacts to him. Seriously, he barely did anything, and yet, wetness pools in my core, and my skin feels too hot to handle.
Zoe
Iceformsinthepit of my stomach as I stand in front of the clubhouse. Even though it’s only been one week and four days, I’ve somehow managed to forget how much I dread this place. I try to tell myself it’s just a building, but that’s not exactly true.
