“There it is,” Grayson said, still holding me and speaking quietly.
He looked down with a self-satisfied, smug look on his face which brought me back to my senses. Grayson had just been in bed seducing another woman all of five minutes ago, and now he stood there kissing me to prove a point.
And I’d let him.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” I said, pushing him away.
“Come on now, Scott. I definitely know that’s not what you want.” He laughed cruelly. “And my, oh my, do you have a lot running through you? How have you kept all that under control?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Even Hunter has lost control of his temper over the years.”
I clenched my teeth, feeling completely violated. I didn’t trust people. My life was a closed book, and I chose to keep people out of it. Information was given sparingly. Yet, these Gods, these beings who had always forgotten me, assumed it was their right to pick through thoughts and memories that built the different facets of my being.
“And who was the man?” Grayson asked curiously, cocking his head to the side. “The last time you truly lost control. What was he to you?”
“It’s none of your business!” I shouted.
“It’s okay, Scott. You can submit to me, and I can take away all that anger. Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t it feel freeing to release it all? Imagine just how good I could make you feel.”
The worst thing was that it had felt good. Everything about being wrapped up in Grayson, after the initial fury, felt euphoric. But I couldn’t let it happen again. It would allow him to win. He wanted to break me, and I refused to let it happen.
“I’m warning you, Grayson,” I told him, lacking conviction.
“What are you going to do, Scott?”
I’d never been so grateful to see Matt’s car pull up in front of the house.
I took a few more steps away from Grayson and repeated, “Stay away from me.”
“What are you two doing out here?” Matt asked as he got out of the car and walked over to us.
“I wasn’t feeling too well,” I lied. “Needed some air.”
Concern filled his eyes as he looked at me. “Do you need to see a doctor?”
“Probably something to do with the heat,” Gray commented slyly.
I shot him a look. How did he continue to be so smug about the situation? How could someone have such little regard for others around them?
“Let's get you inside and grab you a glass of water,” Matt said.
He led me towards the door, and I couldn’t help but throw one last glance back at Grayson before the door closed, separating us.
It was a fucking shame that my job didn’t offer overtime because the number of early starts I’d pulled would have amounted to a nice bonus. There wasn’t an adjective strong enough to describe how I felt with what had transpired between myself and Grayson yesterday, and I didn’t want to face him.
Grayson was easily the most frustrating being I knew. He made me lose the control that I had over my aggression and yet I found him alluring. I knew I wasn’t the only one who looked at him in that way, evidenced by the woman in his bed, but after that kiss…
In my spare moments, my mind wandered to the embrace. He’d stolen it, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t wanted it, and so much more.
Fuck, I cannot be thinking about him like this,I reminded myself.
My thoughts had been filthy enough, but after being that close to him, tasting him, they’d spiralled and become more difficult to tame.
“Quen, are you listening to me?”
“Huh?”
