Rae
Yeah, why?
I don’t bother replying, just drive to her. I make one small pit stop at the sex shop to grab something I want to use with her. My music blasts through the speakers while I navigate the route that’s getting more and more familiar. When I pull up to the gate surrounding her house, I notice a new camera installed and wonder if it has to do with that box. I still feel like there’s more with that she isn’t telling me.
But Grayson didn’t even know about that, so I guess I have that over him.
I’m let through the gate, parking in her rounded driveway. When I step out of my car, Rae is already leaning against the front doorframe with her arms folded across her chest.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming over,” she accuses. Her long red hair is pulled back in a ponytail that I want to wrap around my fist. She’s in a shirt that hangs off one of her shoulders, the corner tucked into the waistband of some cotton shorts and it’s too cold out here for her to be like this.
“It was implied.” I shrug, closing the distance between us, gently pushing her inside and shutting the door behind me.
“Not really. My security asked if I was expecting you. I could’ve refused to have the gate open.”
“But you wouldn’t do that to me would you, good girl?” I smirk, giving into the urge I have to touch her hair, feeling it through my fingers before wrapping it around my hand and pulling just hard enough her head falls back with a small gasp.
“I would,” she lies.
“No you wouldn’t.” I drop my head closer to hers, hovering my mouth over hers. Our breath mingles between us and the desire to close the distance is overwhelming, but I love how affected she is right now. Her heavy breathing, fist in my shirt while she arches into me.
“I-I have a meeting,” she breathes.
“Cancel it.” I brush my lips against hers so softly, I don’t even think it could technically be considered a kiss.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “It’s over video, though.”
I let out a low growl; I don’t want to wait for a meeting to be done before I can have her.
“Patience is good for you,” she teases.
“I disagree,” I grumble.
Rae pats my chest, sliding her hand down to my stomach before stepping back away from me. Her eyes trail over me, and I catch the smile she tries to suppress before she turns around towalk toward her dining table where her computer is already open.
I take the time to look around the open area of her house. I’m always so focused on Rae when I’m here, I haven’t really paid attention to the pictures and various decorations she has. My eyes catch on the pictures the most.
There’s a lot of her with her family at different ages. Family pictures with her brothers on each side of her while they both seem to be fucking with her and she’s laughing. Some with her parents. Big group pictures with everyone. There’s one I don’t even remember, but I see myself tucked in the back standing next to Charlie. I’m not smiling, and I look extremely uncomfortable. I’m a teenager, but don’t know how long I was living with Audrey and Charlie at that point.
I’m like a dark cloud in a sea of brightness that comes from everyone else in the picture. Everyone else knew each other for so long, their entire lives in some cases. And then there’s me. Dropped into this new life at fifteen years old. Forced to live with my sister who wanted nothing to do with me for the first portion of my life, where I had to live in Hell. Then when I had no one else she took me in out of pity.
I shake my head, looking away from the picture that’s only dredging up negativity and moving to others of Rae with Evie and Maya, Rae with Grayson and Easton. My breath catches seeing them younger and the connection they already had. Reminding me how much of an outsider I really am, in this whole world, in her world especially.
Her voice breaks me out of the spiral I’ve found myself in. Though, I feel like I should go, maybe go back to Oregon and forget all of this no matter how much I want to stay.
Another voice speaks, this time it’s a guy, and he immediately sounds flirtatious. I furrow my brows because she didn’t say what this meeting was, and I find myself storming back toward the dining room to find out who this guy is.
I see the screen and immediately have the urge to slide intothe chair she’s sitting on and place her on my lap so I can glare at this guy the entire meeting. Is it weird to be possessive of her while also being okay with sharing her with Grayson? Maybe, but this is different. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
The screen only shows him from the shoulders up. He has messy blonde hair, and a smug look on his face that I don’t particularly like. I can’t even hear what they’re talking about because I’m so focused on the way he’s smiling at her, and my overwhelming urge to make it known that she’s mine.
I finally hone in on what they’re saying, and I lean against the archway that leads into the dining room to keep listening. And to make sure he doesn’t push any boundaries. Especially when I realize this is a work call for them.
“I heard you’ve been working on something that may work for us both?” he questions, his tone is friendly, but I’m skeptical.
“I have, it’s not ready yet, and I’d love your feedback if it would even be something you’d want to be on.”
“I’m familiar with your stuff, and I’d be happy to be on anything with you.” He smiles and I glare even though he can’t see me.
