The Graysons

June's pov 

His hands were all over me and his kisses on my skin were burning with an intense passion. He pushed me hard against the wall while he ripped open my shirt, easily exposing my already hardened nipples that were begging to be touched.

“You like this, don't you?" Blake muttered under his breath, as he pinched my nipples with one hand, the other was already under my night gown.

My own body betrayed me, my hips were arching forward as a soft moan escaped my lips. I could feel his hard cock begging to enter me. 

“Gosh, you're so hot” I whispered as I bit my lips.

He smiled and leaned in to kiss me when the sound of my phone shattered everything.

 I woke up with a sharp breath hanging in my throat, his name on my lips. 

I let out a loud sigh, staring at the ceiling as my heart refused to settle.

I dragged a hand over my face, “Oh, crap." I muttered under my breath. I could feel how wet I was from a dream where I fucked my boss.

My phone rang again as I reached for it half dazed.

“Hello?”

“Miss Harper,” a calm voice said on the other end. “I’m outside.”

I blinked.

“Outside?”

“Yes. Mr. Grayson sent me to pick you up.”

My stomach dropped.

Right.

Today.

I sat up too quickly, glancing around my apartment like I’d forgotten where I was.

“I’ll be down in ten,” I said quickly, already moving.

“You have five.”

The line went dead.

“Shit." 

Everything after that blurred. I opened drawers, threw clothes into a bag. Essentials, if I could even call them that–stuffed together without order.

Not that I had much to pack. 

Five minutes later, I was rushing out the door, hair barely in place, bag slung over my shoulder like I was running from something.

Maybe I was.

I sat in the back seat, my bag beside me, fingers lightly gripping the edge of my hoodie as the city slowly changed outside the window. Buildings grew taller and next thing I knew, I was in the rich part of the city.

The gates alone were enough to remind me I didn’t belong here. They opened before the car even came to a full stop. 

Staring back at me in all its beauty, was a Mansion that spoke for itself. Literally.

“Miss Harper.”

I got out of the car to meet the maid who was dressed more expensive than I was.

“This way.”

I followed, because what else was I supposed to do?

The closet was already arranged. Bed untouched. Bathroom stocked.

Like I had always been expected.

“Mr. Grayson is currently occupied,” she added.

Of course he was.

“Will he be joining me before work?” I asked.

A brief pause.

“He will meet you when necessary.”

I nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

She left without another word.

I stood there for a moment longer than I should have.

Then exhaled.

Get it together, June. 

It was a fucking dream come true…except the one where I fucked Mr Grayson. 

I shook the thought out of my head and moved quickly after that, shower, change, a little makeup until I looked like someone who belonged in a place like this.

Or at least someone who could pretend. I had to get used to it.

By the time I stepped out again, everything felt… quieter. 

I checked the time. We were running late.

A small frown pulled at my brows.

If this was supposed to be a performance, then timing mattered. Appearances mattered.

And Blake Grayson didn’t strike me as someone who tolerated delays.

So where the hell was he?

I stepped into the hallway, heels softer now against the polished floor as I moved carefully, trying not to look like I was wandering.

Even though I was.

“Mr. Grayson?” I asked one of the passing staff.

“He’s in a meeting,” came the response.

That didn’t sit right.

I kept walking.

One hallway turned into another, until I reached one door that wasn’t fully shut.

I hesitated, then pushed it open slightly.

“Mr. Grayson?” I called, just enough to be heard.

No response.

The faint, steady sound of a shower running came from inside the room.  

I took a quick swallow and stepped inside. 

The bed was huge, the room clean to perfection and everything in order… except for one detail.

A popular sex toy, very expensive and I knew because I tried purchasing one a while ago and it was far above my pay grade. I should have turned and walked away. This room was obviously not Blake's but I wondered if I could–

“Looking for someone?”

The voice came from behind me.

I froze mid-step and turned slowly.

Water still trailing down his skin down to his waist and stopped by the tip of his cock. He obviously didn't care that he was dripping water on the floor or the fact that his cock was staring at me with thick veins and a pink head. 

“Uhm…I.” I whispered softly trying to take my eyes off it. 

“You’re new,” he said.

I managed to meet his gaze and shifted finally realizing that I'd been holding my breath.

“I was looking for Mr. Grayson,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady and my eyes up.

Couldn't he get a towel or something?

“And instead,” he continued, head tilting just slightly, “you found me.”

“Interesting,” he murmured.

“Sorry, I got the wrong room." I risked another quick glance before trying to scramble out of the room. But he blocked my path immediately.

His hand moved quickly to my waist pushing me closer to his damp body and his bulging groin.

He leaned closer to my neck, taking in my scent. When I met his gaze again, his eyes were a different color.

“Oh, you're…”

"Yes, I am.” His growl vibrating through my bones.

"I'm sorry, I'll get out of your hair."

“Not so fast."

His eyes darted behind me and I followed his gaze to the toy on the table.

“What were you about to do?"

“I… I didn't mean to…look I wasn't trying to take it… I just wanted to–”

"Try it right?”

"Uhm , no I just…”

"Don't lie… I can smell your fear and I can smell how wet you are.”

I parted my lips to say something but the words died in my throat.

“Turn around," he continued. “Take it, but you can't leave with it.”

"Huh” that was the only thing that could escape my throat.

"I said take it.”

I glanced at the table and thought of a way to run without him ripping me to pieces.

“Don't think about running human, you won't make it past the door and no one would listen to your screams.”

"look, I'm really sorry, I'll just leave and forget I saw anything.”

"It's too late for that, and I want to help you,”

“Take it, I want to watch you use it or I use it on you myself.”