“Oh, Greyson. Oh,” I said, “please, baby.”
“Cum with me,” he growled.
So when I came this time, it was different. It was whole body and soul. He came with me, his guttural moans bringing me back to reality. The smell of him. The feel of him.
He was everything I never thought I wanted, but everything I needed. At least at that moment.
Greyson
It was just like I f*ck
ing thought it would be. The look in her eyes, the disappointment, the fear. She didn’t f*ck
ing want me. Well, f*ck
her.
I sucked in a breath as I looked over her sleeping body. The way the top of her breasts reflected the light streaming in through my windows, the way her mouth parted just a little bit as she breathed.
No, f*ck
it all.
And f*ck
the way my chest constricted when she turned her head and cried into the window of my car. The way the tears streamed down her cheeks, the way her face reflected against the tinted glass of the window. The way her heart broke at the thought of marrying a man like me.
And f*ck
the fact that I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I wanted to kiss those tears away and then smack her ass for good measure like I did earlier. My palm still tingled with the memory. God damn, this girl was going to be my undoing.
Just as I started to walk towards her, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I could hear it from across the room. I ran over, scooped up my pants and pulled it out.
It was my mom.
“Hey, mom.”
“I don’t know if that is an adequate greeting for everything you have done, Grey.” I could hear the disappointment, but also the curiosity edging her voice.
“I’m sorry, mom. I f*ck
ed up.”
“You could’ve at least brought her home first,” she chuckled. I sighed in relief. She wasn’t going to hang this over my head. “So when do I meet her?”
“I-“
“Tonight, you’ll bring her for dinner tonight.”
“What?”
“We’re having a roast anyway, might as well add a couple of extra seats to the table. I’ll make extra sides. Bring her over early, she can help.”
“How early?” I asked looking at my watch; it was almost four.
“Now.”
“Ma-“
“Look, you're marrying her, I’ve got to plan her wedding. Don’t you think we ought to get to know each other?" my mother asked.
“Yes, but it’s only temporary. Just to appease her uncle. She doesn’t want this.” I pushed my hand through my hair and thought about what I said. She doesn't want this. Not I don't want this. She.
What the hell was happening to me?
“And it sounds like you might?” It didn’t matter if I was sitting in front of her or not. My mother could always read me.
“That’s not what’s important. Anyways, I don't know what I want. I've never felt this confused about something before in my life,” I said. I couldn't lie to my own mother, she would see right through it.
She knew me too well.
“It is, Greyson, and you know it. Bring her over, let me get to know her. I promise I won’t embarrass you too terribly. Okay, well, a little.”
“Alright.”
“Besides, I want to assess her myself. I really don’t believe you when you say she doesn’t want you. How could any woman resist my son?” Her voice filled with defensive pride. “I don’t believe you.”
“See you soon, mom,” I said then I hung up the phone.
She didn’t see the way Joanna cried when confronted with the truth of what was going to happen. The anger in her eyes when she saw me. The way she demanded to be her own woman. She saw the man I really was. The monster.
There was no way this woman wanted to be with me. Unless it was in the bedroom. Well, that was how I was going to have to convince her. f*ck
her into submission. But right now I had to wake her up and do the one thing I really didn’t want to.
Let her meet my parents.
Chapter Nine
Joanna
“Are you sure I look okay?” I’d barely had any time to find my clothing, so I threw on a pair of dark jeans and the first respectable top I could find. It was light and floral and pretty enough. All my life was in disarray, but especially my clothing.
They were still in boxes in the bedroom next to my dresser. I still couldn’t believe that they moved all of my stuff in the course of a few hours. And without my permission.
But it was the Fitzgerald family, and I was sure if anyone could do it, they could.
“You look perfect. Besides, my mom intends to put you to work. She told me herself.” Greyson’s eyes were still half lidded as he looked at me, the want on his face clearly evident. I saw the lust in his eyes, and the only thing I wanted was to tell him to turn around and take me back to his place.
To bury himself inside of me again and again.
I swallowed. Hard. It was going to be a long, and most likely embarrassing night. I had to play the part of a willing participant in all of this, and Greyson was going to have to act like he wanted it too.