All Chapters of The Grey’s: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

EmiliaThe rest of the week had flown by like a gentle breeze, a welcome respite from the storm of emotions I'd been weathering. I was spending the weekend with my parents, away from the Grey mansion - a house that seemed to be built on lies and deceit. The thought of bringing a child into such an environment weighed heavily on my heart.Unable to find sleep with my thoughts swirling, I slipped out of bed. The cool wooden floor beneath my feet grounded me as I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. As I descended the stairs, the comforting aroma of fresh homemade pancakes wafted up to greet me. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, seeking comfort in the familiar scents and sounds of home.Entering the kitchen, I saw my mother at the sink, her back to me as she washed dishes. She wore her "Super Mom" apron, her salt-and-pepper hair pinned back in a loose knot at the nape of her neck. A smile tugged at my lips as I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. I missed this - the si

EmiliaAfter our heated argument at breakfast, Damien and I spent the rest of the day studiously avoiding each other. The house was large enough that it wasn't difficult, but as the hours crawled by, I found myself slowly dying of boredom. There's only so much aimless wandering and staring out of windows one can do before going completely stir-crazy.As evening approached, my stomach began to rumble insistently. Realizing I hadn't eaten since our disastrous breakfast, I reluctantly made my way back to the kitchen, hoping to find something to quell my hunger.Susan looked up from where she was wiping down counters as I entered. Her warm smile was a balm to my frayed nerves. "You look tired, dear," she said, her voice filled with motherly concern.I slumped into a chair at the kitchen island. "More like I'm losing my mind," I confessed with a rueful smile. "What's for dinner?"Susan's brow furrowed slightly. "Well, I was actually going to ask you and Damien what you'd prefer. Any reques

EmiliaI was awake before dawn, but it took me a while to gather the courage to open my eyes. His face was still nestled against my neck, his breath warm and steady. His arms remained wrapped tightly around me. If someone had told me we'd be in this position again, I would have laughed in their face.I stifled a groan. Why couldn't I have just said no last night and spared myself this awkwardness? I was certain that once he woke up, the real Damien would resurface. I needed to get out of here before things got even more uncomfortable.Trying hard not to disturb the mattress, I slowly removed his hands from my body. After successfully freeing myself, I quickly sat up and began to put my feet on the floor."Where are you going?" His voice echoed through the room, making me gasp."Damien—" I stuttered."Where are you going?" he repeated. Even half-asleep, he sounded intimidating."I was heading back to my room," I whispered, still feeling embarrassed."You're not some hooker I picked up

EmiliaWe spent nearly half the day together. I kept expecting Damien to revert to his old self and ask me to leave, but he never so much as hinted at it. Instead, he remained curled up in the chair, his arms loosely wrapped around me. I didn't know what this meant, but I had to constantly remind myself that he was engaged and I was only a surrogate. This meant nothing. We were just two lonely souls seeking comfort."So warm..." he mumbled into my hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.He was clearly exhausted. He murmured a few more unintelligible words while nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. I carefully slid away from him and gently laid him back on the couch, unable to carry him to the bed by myself.Kneeling beside him, I studied his face, tracing my fingers across his features. He looked so peaceful and young when he slept, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.With a weary sigh, I stood up and walked over to the bed to gather some pillows and a duvet for him. Th

EmiliaThe weather was gorgeous today - a perfect high-pressure front bringing blue skies, still air, and pleasant temperatures. It felt more like an absence of weather, really. Ideal for my long-anticipated visit to the beach house.I slipped into my bikini and shorts, grateful I'd packed them, and made my way to the pool house behind the main building. The sight took my breath away.Scanning the area and finding it deserted, I briefly entertained the idea of skinny dipping - one of my favorite indulgences. But I decided to play it safe. I quickly shed my shorts and dashed into the water, relishing the cool embrace against my skin. I swam out to where it deepened, savoring the weightlessness.After a few laps, I floated on my back, letting my limbs drift lazily. The water was so refreshing, seeming to wash away all my worries. I stretched out my arms, opened my palms, and released all bodily tension.Suddenly, voices broke through my reverie. Dropping below the surface, I spotted Luc