CHAPTER 002: THE SURPRISE!

JUNE.

I was already having a bad day by the time I got home.

No, before I got home. It started the moment I stepped out of that hall.

The laughter still rang in my ears, sharp and loud, like it had followed me all the way out of the school gates. Even now, sitting at the back of the sleek black SUV, I could still hear it.

“Meanie…”

The word slipped through my mind again, and I clenched my fingers tightly against my jeans. One girl had said it loud enough for others to hear. Then the others had joined her. Like it was funny, like I was the joke.

I turned my face toward the window, pressing my forehead lightly against the cool glass as the life I had known blurred past behind me. Our small apartment. The tree under which Mary and I sat most evenings. I swallowed hard.

The car was too quiet, gliding slowly, too smooth. Too… expensive. My eyes flickered to the front. Mom sat beside him. Fiddling with the huge diamond wedding band that sat on her finger like a rock, catching every glimpse of light from the city's skyline. I could tell she loved every bit of this life.

Mr. Grayson.

He had come to pick us up himself, he didn't send his driver. He drove calmly, one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely. His posture was relaxed, like everything around him was exactly where it should be.

My jaw tightened. I looked away again. This isn’t normal. Nothing was normal with this new life. Not the new golden cage. Not the men in it. The worst was the school, and that boy. That rude, arrogant, insufferable boy.

My fingers curled tighter. I scoffed under my breath, shaking my head slightly. I would see him again. And I would make sure to pay him back in his own coin. My stomach twisted.

“June?” Mom’s voice cut through my thoughts.

I jerked slightly, pulling away from the window.

“Hmm?”

Mr. Grayson’s soft chuckle followed, low and brief. I hadn't heard any of the things he said to me.

Mom turned slightly in her seat. “He asked how your first day went.” Mom said, turning slightly in her seat.

My brows furrowed immediately. I hesitated. Then the words came.

“All of them are grumpy,” I said, sitting up straighter. “Every single person there acts like they own the place. No one even tries to be nice.”

“June…” Mom shifted slightly, narrowing her eyes at me.

“And there was this boy,” I continued. Ignoring her signals. “He just walked past everyone in the queue like we didn’t exist. Like rules don’t apply to him.”

Mr. Grayson didn’t interrupt. He just listened. I spilled too, not like he was my favorite person, but I needed to let out the knot tightening in my chest.

I huffed. “And when I called him out, everyone laughed. Like I was the problem.”

“You’ll get used to it,” he said finally.

I frowned. “That’s what everyone says,” I muttered.

He glanced at me briefly through the mirror. “New environments are always uncomfortable at first. But people aren’t always what they seem.” A small smile tugged at his lips.

“My son attends that school as well, I bet you it's one of the best around here,” he added casually.

My head snapped up. At least something to finally be grateful for. Not like he was going to be my brother, but I was sure going to need some protection stepping into that school the next time. I managed a small smile. Something in my chest lifted slightly.

“He’s also there for his registration. You know, just starting like you, even though he should have been rounding off by now, if only he listened to me,” he continued. His eyes had dulled on his last sentence.

I leaned forward, eyes sparkling with interest. Mom had told me his name before, but I had paid no interest in any of the things she said concerning this whole marriage thing.

But when I asked, Mr. Grayson’s eyes brightened, Mom wanted to say, her lips already parted. I watched him pat softly on her palm.

“June darling… Why don't we do it this way?” He gasped, “I mean, let your brother introduce himself when you get to the house… That would be a little surprise.”

Surprise.

That wasn't a bad idea. As long as I get someone to walk with me into the school premises. I caught his face one more time in the mirror, silver hairs mixed perfectly with dark ones at his temples.

Mom smiled, relief flickering across her face. This was the first ever decent conversation I had with Mr. Grayson since he showed up at our doorstep months ago.

Well, Mom had pleaded with me to put up the best attitude shortly before he arrived. I leaned back again, a faint smile still lingering.

For the first time since everything started. For the first time since the marriage talks and arrangements, and this new life. For the first time since the signing of the papers. I felt lighter.

The car slowed before the gray low gates just as it entered the estate. One of the biggest estates in the city. Known to be occupied by elites only.

I sat up fully now, staring as the SUV rolled inside. The compound stretched endlessly. Green lawns, a parking lot by the side, three other cars lined neatly underneath the shade. Tall trees swayed lightly by the corners of the house.

“This is one of my homes,” Mr. Grayson said casually, as he slowly killed the engine.

I knew that information wasn't for Mom. Of course, she knew that part already. It was for my ears only, I gulped hard. Rich people and their show off.

Then I glanced at Mom's face. She seemed to have missed this life. The luxury she was used to before Dad took everything and left. Somehow, I do not blame her. Not everyone was lucky to find love a second time.

The cool evening air wrapped around me as I stepped out, staring up at the building again. It looked like it was drawn out of a movie, but something about this life clawed at my chest.

All I wanted was Mom's happiness, and to repay that arrogant boy the next time I stepped into that school.

Mr. Grayson moved to the back, pulling out our boxes with ease. Mom followed him.

I grabbed mine, the weight dragging slightly against the ground as I pulled it along.

The doors opened into the foyer. Everything stared back grand and shiny. The space was massive, with high ceilings and soft lighting. But all I wanted was to rest my creaking bones.

I stopped suddenly in the middle of the living room.

“Where’s my room?” I asked. Not giving Mom a chance to stop me. My head was banging and I needed to call it a day already.

Mr. Grayson turned, a small smile on his lips.

“Upstairs,” he said, gesturing toward the staircase. “Take your time. Choose any room you like… we need you to feel at home.”

“Okay,” I nodded slightly. Dragged my box toward the stairs, the wheels bumping softly against each step as I pulled it up.

The hallway upstairs stretched long and quiet. Floors shining perfectly, catching the rays of light from the chandelier suspended from the ceiling.

Doors lined both sides, closed. I walked slowly, passing each one. I kept going until I reached the last door at the end.

Perfect.

This was far away. Quiet, lesser noise. Exactly what I needed. I adjusted my grip on the handle of my box, then reached for the doorknob. It turned easily. The door creaked open. Darkness greeted me.

Only a thin line of light slipped in through the window, cutting across the room, and falling on the light switch. I took a few steps till I stood beside the switch on the wall, and click!

Light flooded the room. And everything stopped. The air ceased at once. My breath caught.

There he was!

The arrogant boy from school earlier today. Right in the middle of the room, only a few feet apart. I could tell he had heard someone step in.

“You?!” I screamed.

He froze for half a second, then straightened quickly, his expression shifting from surprise to irritation in seconds.

My eyes fell on the tight gray boxers that clung to his lower body, outlining every part of his dick. The huge bulge in between his thighs stood in full view, pressing hard against the thin fabric.

“What are you doing here?” I shot at him. Fingers curling at my sides.

He let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

“I should be asking you that. This is my room… I get it, now you're stalking me!”

“I beg your pardon,” I blinked. My brain struggled to catch up. “Are you insane?”

He raised a brow. Scoffed like some angry goat.

“First she showed up at my school. Now she's in my house. Brandishing insults, how sweet?”

“This is not your house!” I snapped. “This is…”

My words cut off. My stomach dropped. My mind replayed Mr. Grayson’s words.

‘My son attends that school…’ ‘Let your brother introduce himself…’

My heart skipped. No! No way.! This grumpy boy can not be my stepbrother! How was he even Mr. Grayson's son?

I looked at him again and took a step further. Hands clasped against my chest.

“Stay the heck away from my life,” I spelled out in his face.

An ugly laugh tore out of his throat. “You walked into mine!”

The words reached me at the door.