The party is already in full swing when we arrive, loud music, sweaty people and cheap perfumes.
Isa disappears muttering something about finding her friends.
I walk over to the VIP room wanting some sort of quietness, once I'm seated on the empty couch, I bring out the v*pe from my pocket and take a hit.
The familiar burn spreads through my chest, sharp and soothing all at once. I hold it in, letting it settle before exhaling slowly through my nose.
The tension in my shoulders eases as the smoke curls around me, blending into the dimly lit room. This is what I needed.
This is what I needed. V*ping always happened to cool me off no matter what was on my mind, which is why no matter how much Edward whines about it I don’t give a sh*it.
If he hadn't done what he did, then I wouldn’t need a v*pe in the first place.
Edward hates this habit, always going on about how I’m “damaging myself” or “setting a bad example.” Like he’s ever given a damn about my well-being. If he hadn’t done what he did, I wouldn’t need this in the first place.
But even the v*pe isn’t strong enough to drown out the thoughts clawing at the edges of my mind.
I lean my head back, staring at the ceiling. And that’s when it happens.
Her face flashes in my mind, uninvited and impossible to ignore.
Raelynn.
The image of her standing in the foyer earlier, her stormy gray eyes glaring at me with all the fury of a summer tempest, makes my lips twitch into a smirk.
When I first heard that Edward’s new “project” came with a daughter around my age, I didn’t care. I looked her up out of curiosity, found out the basics...her school, her grades, her hobbies...but I didn’t bother checking what she looked like. It didn’t matter.
Or at least, I thought it didn’t.
I didn’t expect her to look like that.
Like the damn goddess of the sun or something. Her long wavy blond hair that seemes to glow under the light, and for a second, I caught myself wondering how it would feel wraped around my fingers. Would she shiver if I tugged a bit?
Stormy gray eyes and tempting full lips.
But I especially didn’t expect her to be that confident and bratty.
Yeah, sure she was trembling like a puppy in a storm but no one dared look at me in the eyes let alone talk back at me...but she did. She stood her ground.
And as much as I hate to say this but it was almost…entertaining.
I take another drag, letting the smoke swirl in my lungs before releasing it. the thought of her makes me want to laugh and punch something all at once.
My phone tings in my pocket, I groan bringing it out.
Twelve messages from Bridget, ten missed calls.
How the hell did she even get my number and why does she think it’s okay for her to play mum or something.
I keep scowling down my recent calls and my gaze hardens when I don’t see what I’m unconsciously searching for. Though a part of me knows what to expect.
Zero from Edward.
I shake the thought of my mind as I glance at my hockey team group chat, a sigh escapes my lips as I remember I swore to stay clean this break since we have a competition coming up. But of course I couldn’t even do that.
Fuck it. I’ll figure something out.
A knock on the door jolts me from my thoughts.
“Occupied.” I snap not bothering to look up.
The door creaks open and isa steps in, her heels clicking against the floor and her arms crossed.
She flops on the couch beside me and I scowl at her flushed place. She’s been up to something and my protective brother instincts rise, but I press then down, neither of us are in a good mood and I don’t need anything adding to my drama.
She eyes the v*pe with a smirk as I take another hit. “You know Edward’s going to have a stoke if he sees you with that.”
“Good.” I mutter. “Maybe it’ll finally get him to shut up.”
Isa’s face falls slightly. No matter how much she tries to act otherwise; I know she still cares for Edward even after everything he did to our family.
“So,” she continues breaking the awkward silence. “When are you going to begin the plan?”
The plan.
I groan running a hand through my hair. I have clearly told isa over and over that I am not going ahead with her petty plan but she has refused to listen.
I get up to my feet and isa does the same her eyebrows raised.
“Let’s go then. I’ll give you an answer there.”
The ride home is pretty quiet, I keep my eyes shut and I hear isa tell our driver to go slowly because I’m asleep.
But she has no idea the kind of thoughts are going through my mind, threatening to consume every inch of me.
And I can definitely say none of them revolve around the word good.
Immediately the car comes to a halt, I get down and isa follows.
She stops as though she’s waiting for the reply, I promised her but I just brush past her and head for the stairs calling behind me. “Wait here.”
I come to a halt in front of Raelynn’s room. The door partially open. Of course, she didn’t lock the door. Rookie mistake.
I push open the door and step in. the room is dark, the only light coming from the lamp by her bed side. She sits on her bed her legs crossed and a novel in her hand.
“You should lock your door,” I murmur and she stiffens at the sound of my voice. “It keeps the monsters out.”
“Grayson, I know it’s you?”
A smirk spreads on my lips as I shut the door with a small click and I walk towards her with slow deliberate strides. “Glad to know I left an unforgettable first impression.”
“More like a bad headache.” She snaps her voice steady though over the light reflecting on her from her lamp I can see the unease in her eyes. “Just tell me why you’re even here.”
“I’m here to give you a chance sunshine.”
She scoffs like I’m some delusional kid and my eyes narrow. “And what exactly is that chance?”
I move without warning, gripping her ankle and pulling her legs off the bed so she’s facing me. A startled shriek leaves her lips as she catches herself, hands digging into the sheets.
I lean in, caging her in with my hands on either side of her. Her breath hitches as my lips brush against her ear.
“Run,” I whisper. “Run as far as you can. Take your mom with you. Get the fuck out of our lives.”
The room is silent. Her fingers clutch the sheets tightly. For a moment, I think I’ve gotten to her.
Then she lifts her chin, eyes burning with quiet defiance.
“I’m not going anywhere, Grayson,” she says. “It’s time you accept that.”
I straighten, my jaw ticking as I glare at her. For a second, I consider saying something, anything to wipe that fire from her eyes.
But instead, I turn and walk out without another word.
Isa is waiting for me by the stairs, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk the moment she sees the anger etched across my face.
I let out a frustrated groan, pushing past her as I mutter, “Let’s do it.”
Grayson.'Tell him to go to hell.,Her words echo in my mind, a loop I can't silence no matter how hard I try. They're seared into my brain, branded there alongside the memory of her tear-stained face and the way she looked at me like I was everything she'd learned to fear.I don't know how I ended up at her door last night. I hadn't planned it—hell, I didn't even know what I could say. Sorry I destroyed you with surgical precision? Sorry I chose to be the monster you already thought I was?I just... needed to see her. Even if it was just for a second. Even if it tore me apart.But she didn't want to see me. Didn't want to hear whatever pathetic excuse I might've offered. And for once in my life, I couldn't even blame her.Now I'm standing outside the bus, hands shoved deep into my pockets, tension burning through every muscle. Brandon waits beside me, cracking jokes that don't register while the others file in. My eyes are scanning, searching, and when they finally land on her—My br
PLEASE NOTE SOME PARTS IN THIS CHAPTER MAY BE SENSITIVE TO SOME READERS, PROCEED CAUTIOUSLY.Raelynn.I don't cry.Not for boys. Not for bullies. Not for assholes who treat me like a mistake one second and kiss me like I'm their entire world the next.And yet, here I am. Curled under my blanket like a wounded animal, the eye mask slipping down my tear-stained face as I bury my cheek into the pillow, trying to muffle the pathetic sounds of my own breathing.What is wrong with me? I didn't even shed a tear when I found out Peter was cheating. But this—this feels like my chest is caving in. My throat burns like I've been screaming. My eyes sting like hell.Why does it hurt this much? Why does he hurt this much?I clench the sheets until my knuckles go white, squeezing my eyes shut like it'll stop the tears from falling. It doesn't work. Nothing works.Footsteps echo in the hallway, and I instinctively turn toward the wall, adjusting the eye mask over my swollen eyes. Maybe if I pretend t
Grayson.My knuckles are bleeding from how much I've hit the wall, but for some reason, I don't feel the pain in my hand. It's in my chest instead. Suffocating and relentless. Like something vital is being crushed with every breath.Running a hand through my hair, I head down the stairs, not sure where the hell my legs are taking me. The memory of her teary eyes won't leave me alone—they're burned behind my eyelids , haunting every blink. I hate it. I hate that it's my fault she looked like she was two seconds away from shattering completely.But that was the goal, right?I knew what I was saying. I knew exactly how cruel each word would sound, how deep they'd cut. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to believe the only thing she should feel for me was pure, unfiltered hate. And judging by the way she left—throwing my watch at me like it burned her skin, storming out like I'd driven a knife straight through her chest—I succeeded.So why the fuck do I feel like I've destroyed the only t
Raelynn.He pulls away like my lips burned him.I blink, stunned, my back still pressed against the bookshelf. My breath comes in shallow gasps, heart hammering against my ribs. He won't even look at me. His jaw locks tight, and that wall—his damn impenetrable wall—slams back into place so hard I swear I can hear it."We shouldn't have done that," he mutters, voice arctic cold. His hand scrubs through his hair as he turns away from me.My stomach plummets."Why?" The word comes out smaller than I want it to.When he finally turns back, his eyes are glacial. Distant. This is the version of Grayson I despise—the one who makes me feel like I'm drowning.He starts pacing like a caged animal, both hands now tugging at his hair so violently I'm afraid he'll rip it out. I hold my breath, watching him wage some internal war I'm not allowed to understand.I get it, okay? One moment we're tangled together, breathless and reckless, not caring that someone could walk in. The next we're kissing in
Chapter Sixty-TwoGrayson.She gasps when I lift her effortlessly turning her around and bend her over the wide window ledge, palms flat on the glass, her bare chest pressed to the cool surface.Outside, although it’s night the streetlights are bright and the game is still going on people moving about.I step back to admire her.Fuck.She looks like a goddamn painting.Hair messy, skin flushed, back arched like a dream. Her legs tremble slightly, and her core glistens with everything we’ve done already. She's still dripping for me.I run my fingers up her thighs, parting them wider.“I want you to see what I do to you,” I mutter, positioning myself behind her, my tip brushing her folds. She whines, hips pressing back into me.I thrust in hard, and she cries out, the sound bouncing off the glass.My fingers dig into her hips. “You’re gonna take it, Sunshine,” I growl low into her ear, “every last inch of me.”She nods, barely able to form words, already trembling. Each stroke drags ano
Grayson.I raise her up, positioning half her ass against the cold edge of the window frame. How fucking perfect she looks like this. Her knees fall apart, spreading wide, baring herself to me like a goddamn offering.And I take it.I kneel between her legs, eyes locked on hers. Her breath hitches. Her thighs tremble. And still—still—she opens wider for me.A dark grin breaks across my lips as I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, slow and wet. She gasps, fingers twisting into the ropes above her, and I drag my lips higher… then higher… until I’m breathing against the heat of her cunt.A few days ago, she was my little virgin. Shy, nervous and fidgety. And now… Now she’s dripping for me. Now she’s sitting on a fucking window ledge, bound and breathless, begging without words.Her panties are soaked through, clinging to her like sin. I inhale slowly, burying my face between her thighs, letting her scent flood every inch of me. Sweet and addictive. Like fucking home.“Grayson,” she