43. Oh well

Chapter 43

Grayson eventually stood up from the bed. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He didn't understand what sort of dream he had and what it meant?

But he waw quite aware of the fact that Tiffany was a hideous bitch.

As he left the purple colored room, his mind drifted to Yara. He had vented his anger for her, when she was not the cause of his damn problem. He felt ashamed for having acted like that. But he wasn't himself when he had woken up.

The dream had been so real. He thought he was actually dying till Yara woke him up. Shutting close her room door, he went to his room to shower and chill the fuck down.

There on his bed was an earring. He frowned as the diamond stud which he thought might have belonged to Yara. He didn't want to see her yet. Not after how rude he had acted.

Grayson'l carefully placed the diamond stud on his side table and removed his pant, before grabbing a towel and walking into his bathroom.

The very first thing he did was to turn on the shower