All Chapters of Wrong From the Start : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

| THE FOLLOWING DAY: BLAKE'S MANSION | Her mind was occupied, her heart was racing and tightening at the same time. Things have spiralled out of control within a night that she let herself feel alive again. Ciara sighed heavily again. The cup of coffee in her hand was slowly turning cold without her realizing it. “ Honey? Ciara!” Blake raised his volume to snap her out of the deep thought. He has called her more than three times now, noticing her sullen mood. “ Hey, honey.” She called, straightening in her seat. He stepped closer to her, brows furrowed worriedly. “ Is everything okay? You've been spacing out a lot lately.” She gulped, nodding her head. “ I'm.. I'm okay.” “ No, you're not.” He pulled a stool closer, taking his seat beside her. “ What's it? What's going on?” His voice laced with concern, made her heart clench with guilt. He cares for her. And she's done something to hurt him, something he must never find out. She forced a smile, slowly moving away from

Before Tyler's arrival, Grayson finally managed to excuse himself from the gathering. His eyes scanned the room for her, but she was nowhere in sight. “Looking for Tessa?” Laura's voice came from behind. He turned and a tiny smile appeared on his face. “ She should be in her room.” She informed, smiling and pointing at where her room is. “ Thanks.” She nodded, beaming, and watched him turn, heading to where she had pointed. “ Glad they're good.” She murmured to herself. Grayson knocked upon arriving at the door, but got no response. He knocked a few more times and when he still got no response, he stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind him, shutting every noise and music behind. For a moment, he simply stood there, quietly wrapped by the kind of warmth he couldn't explain. It wasn't just a room. It felt.. lived in.

The night air hit her lungs harshly as Tessa ran. “ Tessa, slow…” her mother called from behind, but she didn't stop. The path to the storeroom stretched darker the further she went, the faint light from the house barely reaching the far end. Her slippers slapped against the ground, breathing coming in short, uneven bursts. “ Gray…” she muttered under her breath, panic tightening her chest. What if he's already inside? What if… Her steps faltered for a split second before she pushed forward again. The outline of the old store finally came into view. Dark. Quiet. Isolated. Her heart jumped. “Grayson!” She called out, voice slightly breathless as she got closer… And then she saw him. Standing just outside the door. Still. Unmoving. Like he had been there the whole time. Her steps slowed abruptly. Her chest still rising and falling fast, strands of hair clinging to her face from the run. “You…” she exhaled, relief washing through her so quickly it almost made her knees w

Something about her answer made his shoulders less tense. His eyes remained closed as he moved his face to her neck, sniffing in her scent. The contact of his face, the warmth of his breath against her skin made her clutched tighter to him. Her head tilted back, but when he sniffed her in, a soft gasp—almost like a moan slipped out of her lips. Her body was pulsing, in a way she had never felt before, down to her inner thighs. ‘ God..’ she cried in her mind, subconsciously holding him tighter, feeling his warmth, his muscles from the shirt. Everything about him, at this instant, drives her insane, spinning her head in ways she feels she might be taking advantage of him. But just then, just when his trembles and whimpers were gone, she noticed his slow steady breathing. So peaceful unlike the chaos going on within her. “ Gray.” She called softly. “ Grayson?” She called again just to realize he'd fallen asleep, his face still against her neck while resting on her. ‘ He's sl

“ I don't know all that he has taken from you, but he's not taking me.” Tessa tried to reassure. “ No, you don't know that.” He shook his head, tears sliding down his cheeks and the sight made her inside-out twisted guiltily. “ You don't know anything, Tessy.” “ Stop crying, Tyler, please.” He sniffled. “ I was scared.” He began, voice cracking. “ Everything I did was because I was scared of losing you. I've loved you all my life, Tessy.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “ I buried it deep. Tried not to show it cause what if I'm not enough for you, what if I can't love you as you deserve.” A beat. “ Those were my fears. What if I asked you out, and you became my girlfriend, and we broke up, fuck! Tessy, I would never remain the same again.” He shook his head, more tears streaming down his cheeks. “ So I couldn't bring myself to even let you know, that I've always love you.” He slowly looked up at her, eyes filled with raw pain, unfiltered heartache that made her st