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It was the smallest thing and it shouldn’t have mattered. But it did. “You remembered,” she said, accepting the mug. “I remember everything about you.” He didn’t say it like a threat. He said it like a prayer. They sat on the deck again, this time without speaking. The silence felt different today. Not heavy. Not cold. Just… suspended. At one point, she turned to him. “Who hurt you, Grayson?” He didn’t answer for a long time. Then he said, “The same people who made me powerful.”

Grayson: So now, we're sitting in Prince Gabriel's room. "Hey, wanna play 20 questions?" He asks me. "Ok fine, I start. What's your wifi password?" I ask, pulling out my phone. He sighs and takes his phone out. After scrolling through some stuff, he says: "C43 98S MW1," He replies. "Ok my turn. Can you tell me your name?" He asks. "Yes I can. My turn, how old are you, like, 30?" I ask, smirking. He glares at me.

Grayson muttered as he certainly wasn't in the mood for an argument, time and time again she was proving to be a draining factor in his life—nagging him incessantly about the most flimsy things. ‘I don't care if she's your Assistant Gray. That was a gift!!'. ‘I don't like chocolates!', he finally fired' back, ‘If you actually took your time to remember then you'd know I hate chocolates more than anything!!'. ‘You could've kept it!!'. ‘Charisse enough!!', he yelled, ‘I've had a long day at work and all I want right now is to have a cold shower, some good food and a good night's rest!! is that so much too ask for?!'.

And once again employing willpower to keep from announcing I’m the king and therefore I can arrive anytime I so choose, no matter how late I happen to be, and take her straight to the bedroom. From the flash of desire in her glimmering irises, I can see she’s contemplating the same thing. But then Grayson goes and discreetly clears his throat, the way he’s prone to do when I’m lost in Bailey and need to be reminded there’s somewhere we ought to be. I sigh. Dejectedly. She smiles, knowingly. And murmurs, “So I’m not the only one.” “Not by half.”

Coward. I didn’t hesitate. With a roar, I slammed my shoulder into the heavy wood. It cracked off its hinges and burst open with a satisfying crash. Papers flew, books tumbled from shelves, and Grayson, seated behind his polished desk, looked up with the calm arrogance of a man who thought he still had the upper hand. “Ah,” he said, slowly rising, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt like we were about to have a damn business meeting. “The little pup finally finds his bite.”

Human manners! “We have to come up with a plan for trying, without him,” Quinn said, matter of fact. I scoffed loudly. “Well you’re the smart ones I’m just the blood sucking whore who likes a good time,” I said, feeling the smooth fabric against my skin. All the better to feel it when you have nothing else on underneath. Hmm, I hope she knows I’m keeping this dress. “You’re far more than that love, fabulous fighter first then an amazing fuck. Though I do enjoy the two together,” Grayson said, eyeing me wildly as if no one else was in the room. I winked at him. Yes! YES!

“Did she lose her memory?” “Grayson…” I whispered and the man's attention darted back to me. “You remember Grayson?” he asked quickly. “I want to see Grayson.” I added. I miss reading your comments. please comment so I can know your thoughts on these chapters. thank you.

He said nothing, only nodded once before she quietly exited the room, leaving Emma in trusted hands. --- *In the Living Room* Grayson sat alone in the living room, elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely intertwined. The silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall. His gaze was fixed, not on any object, but on the memories that haunted him. "She deserved it." The thought echoed in his mind again and again, trying to drown out the uncomfortable stirrings inside him. "Emma deserved all of it. Every bit of pain. Every cold, shivering second she spent lying there with a fever... it’s still better than prison."

"Do you understand why I'm going to do this?" Indianna sighed. "Yes. I just wish there was another way. I don't want anyone else to get hurt either, but I wish I could just talk to him." "Sorry," Greyson said. Indianna looked up at him. "You're saying that an awful lot recently," she commented. "It's weird hearing that word coming from your lips." Greyson raised an eyebrow and leaned over, grabbing two white tablets from the bedside table along with a glass of water. "Swallow," he ordered.

Promise. I typed 'Thanks' and put my phone facedown. Across the street, Grey sat on the edge of his bed with his own phone in his hand. He had spent the entire drive home trying to forget one sentence. Marcus isn't replacing you. The problem was that Grey had never said Marcus was. Josie had.