RaelynnI thought I’d wake up to someone beside me. That firm, warm feeling I felt last night—his arms around me, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. I thought it would still be there.But instead, I wake up to… nothing.Just silence.My heart slams against my ribs. For a second, I wonder if last night never actually happened—if it was all just a vivid, delusional dream my touch-starved brain cooked up while I drooled on some poor stranger’s pillow.But then I glance around.Grayson’s room. Still stupidly perfect. His scent still lingering. The only difference is that he’s not in the bed, and his arms aren’t wrapped around me anymore.Also, the ache between my legs is very, very real.I sit up too fast and instantly regret it. My whole body screams in protest—hips sore, thighs trembling, core aching in a way that makes my face flame. But it’s not just that.I’m wearing his shirt.Soft, long-sleeved, worn thin at the seams. It swallows me whole, the hem brushing just above m
Grayson.I wait for her to respond, but she doesn't need to. The nervous flutter in her eyes gives her away completely. She shifts beneath me, her teeth catching her bottom lip in that maddening habit that drives me fucking insane.I reach up and tug her lip free with my thumb, ghosting over the swollen flesh. Her breath hitches."You haven't answered my question," I groan as the tip of my cock brushes against her soaked pussy, the contact reminding me we're both completely naked and I'm barely holding on."Maybe we should stop," she mutters, trying to push up and escape.Not fucking happening. I keep her pinned with my palm spread flat against her chest, feeling her heart hammering against my hand."Are you a virgin?" I demand, even though I already know the answer. Because fuck me, I want to hear her say it. I want her to admit that I'm the only one who's touched her like this, who's seen her this vulnerable and beautiful.Her eyes narrow as she glares at me, her lips forming the mo
Chapter 51Raelynn.For a moment, Gray just stares at me, his eyes locked on mine, his chest rising and falling like he's barely holding himself together. Our breaths mingle in the thick silence, and just when I think he's going to kiss me…His head dips, and instead of my lips, his mouth finds my neck.The contact is sudden, warm, wet. I gasp as his lips graze the column of my throat, his tongue trailing up before his teeth sink in, sharp enough to make me gasp. His hands grip the counter's edge so hard his knuckles go white, veins bulging from the strain. He's holding himself back. Barely.I tilt my head instinctively, giving him access, and my fingers bury themselves in his hair. The room spins, and I think I might actually lose my mind from wanting him.The dampness between my thighs is embarrassing, my panties clinging to me like I've been thinking about him for hours instead of minutes. But God, I have been thinking about him. Maybe not consciously, but my body knows. My body has
Raelynn.I've never felt this safe before. This warm. I nuzzle deeper into the solid, steady warmth wrapped around me like the world's most perfect security blanket, sighing with pure contentment. It's like cuddling a firm teddy bear—safe and comforting in a way that makes my chest tight with unfamiliar emotion.I never want to let go.My hand shifts slightly, searching for a more comfortable position, when my fingers brush against something... hard. Really hard. And thick. The feeling is nice and weird—I've never felt anything quite like it before. Whatever it is, it's definitely not supposed to be there. Curious and still half-asleep, I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze."Fuck," someone hisses above me, the voice strained and desperate, like they're in actual pain.A sharp intake of breath cuts through the perfect morning quiet, and I feel the entire body beneath me go completely rigid, every muscle locked tight.My eyes snap open, and I slowly raise my head to see Grayson's fac
Grayson.I've read the headline three times now, but I still can't figure out why the fuck it's buried in my father's corporate documents. It doesn't help that half the article is torn off, leaving me with more questions than answers.I pull out my phone, typing the headline into the search bar. The number of similar stories that pop up makes my stomach churn with disgust. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with people?I keep scrolling until I finally find one with the exact same header. Some anonymous forum site with snippets of the actual story. Girl, 14, sexually assaulted by father's best friend...My blood runs cold. Fourteen. Just a fucking kid.The victim is only identified as "S" to protect her identity. Smart move, though judging by the comments section below, it didn't matter much."She was probably asking for it.""What was she wearing?""Girls these days lie about everything for attention.""She's a murderer.""What the actual fuck," I mutter, scrolling through comment after com
Grayson.I tap my pen against my desk , my grip so tight I'm surprised the plastic doesn't crack. That note keeps replaying in my head like a broken record—those red letters burned into my retinas like a brand. ‘Stay the fuck away from her.’Yeah, that was the plan once upon a time. Keep my distance. Hate her from afar. But not anymore. Whether either of us likes it or not, Raelynn has crawled under my skin and made herself at home, and now some psychotic asshole thinks they can threaten what's mine.The questions circle my brain like vultures. Who the fuck left that note? Is this the kind of shit Rae's been receiving all this time? Letters meant to scare her? Threaten her? Is this why she looked ready to shatter the other night?It doesn't bother me that I'm being threatened, I've been dancing to that tune my whole damn life. But if this fucking psycho is even thinking about hurting Rae—I slip my phone out from under my desk as Mrs. Chen drones on about cellular respiration or some