บททั้งหมดของ From my Bully to CEO: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

PASTSELENE’S POV:I scowled at the vending machine as if that alone would get me my snack somehow.“May I?” A familiar voice said behind me.I spun around only to find Grayson Vexley, staring at me with a kind of patience that definitely did not belong to him. I felt the way my shoulders drew together as I went through my arsenal of defenses I had prepared against him. It felt instinct now more than anything. A muscle memory I wasn’t ready to let go of.I forced myself to swallow it down.Ever since that night in the vacation house, the change in him had been…jarring. Even now, he didn’t look like the Grayson I knew for so long. He looked human. He looked like a boy learning about life all over again. There was no swagger in him now, no performance. Just a kind of softness that I had trouble believing.“Sure,” I said after a beat, stepping aside.Instead of hitting the machine, he tapped it gently, as if asking for permission. And just like that, my packet of chips fell free.I ga

PASTSELENE'S POV:The sun was just about to set when Grayson came out of the water.I turned towards him, not bothering to hide the fact that I enjoyed watching him like that.I pulled the blanket tightly around myself, resting my chin on my knees.His gaze caught mine and he made a point of raking a hand through his hair, water dripping down his bare shoulders, skin still slick and flushed from the cold. I noticed—very deliberately—the way his muscles shifted as he moved.“You’re staring,” he said, amusement clear in his voice as he walked closer.I shrugged, “You're providing me a view.”He walked over towards me and I grabbed the bag he handed over to me a few hours ago. Apparently, the boys always kept one here - stacked full of extra clothes and towels and blankets, just in case.“Dry yourself,” I warned, lobbing a towel at him, “or you’re not getting the blanket.”He caught it easily and toweled off with infuriating calm. He walked over towards me, leaning down until he was on

PASTSELENE'S POV:I was just about to climb into bed when a sharp knock on the window made me freeze. I blinked, staring at the glass, but there was only darkness on the other side. For a moment, I told myself I imagined it. I almost turned away, back to bed but before I could move, the sound came again.This time more persistent, almost urgent.My heart jumped into my throat as I flicked on the lights. A shadow appeared on the other side of the window, a figure standing far too close.I almost screamed, my hand flying up to cover my mouth before I recognized the face staring back at me.“Grayson?” I called, disbelief tangling with fear.I crossed the room cautiously and unlocked the window. He looked ethereal, framed by the moonlight, somehow looking both impossibly calm and entirely reckless all at once. A soft breeze blew into my room as I threw the window open. I helped him over the ledge and into my room.“What are you doing here?” I asked, breathless. “And how did you even c

PastGrayson's POV:Lunch was a mistake and a much needed distraction all at once.No one in the group had addressed my injuries too deeply except for the occasional check in. They all knew about my relationship with my father. They all knew I wasn’t the type to pick fights for fun. All of them had put together the pieces stupidly quick.“So,” Josh began. Apparently, the elephant in the room could no longer be ignored. “Do you want to talk or do you want a distraction?”No words could’ve ever explained how eternally grateful I was to Josh for that.I met his eyes, letting the thank-you sit there unspoken. He nodded like he understood - like it wasn’t needed in the first place. “A distraction,” I said.“One distraction coming right up,” Nate announced, slamming his fist on the table hard enough to make everyone jump.Maya looked horrified.“I can’t…why are you guys being like this?” She demanded, her gaze lingering on Theo longer than on the rest of us. “Grayson, this is serious. You

PAST GRAYSON’S POV: I hadn’t been in my father’s office since I was twelve. Back then, my feet didn’t touch the floor when I sat across from his desk. Back then, I didn't understand the kind of power he’d carried, at least not entirely. Still, I’d known there was something rotten underneath it all. Now, there was no thought in my head except Selene’s face as she’d stared at me from the library floor, eyes blood-shot and lost. I refused to be the cause of her pain. And I knew, I knew that my father was behind the university fiasco. Every step I took towards his office solidified that doubt in my head. I was supposed to be at the Beverly Manor right now, with Selene, in a place where none of this rot could follow me. Selene had very strictly told me that she would take me back to her place after school. That I was to stay away from Vexley Manor until I figured out what I wanted to do about my father. I didn’t know how I’d even managed to slip away from her after all. All