Chapter 19 Yours #3
"He was joking Grey," I keep my voice quiet to keep him calm.
"You don't know that shit," he scowls.
"Well then I just ignore it, and you should too."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he questions like I'm not serious. I just sigh and plop my booty down on the couch. Bear watches the interaction like a counselor.
"He calls you baby doll. I don't even call you anything like that, that's not fucking friendly," he insists.
It's not like they'd actually like me. I'm still shocked Grey does. Very shocked.
"Well Grey, I'm not a freaking expert on friendly things, okay? All I know is the textbook stuff. The 'friends don't kiss' type stuff. Give me a break okay?" I stress.
"And you think I'm an expert on any of this?
You must think so shitty about yourself to not understand that you're fucking beautiful.
The guys are coming at you left and right and neither of us understands who's joking or not.
Don't cancel out the possibility of one of them actually liking you just because you don't think they ever could," he says.
He thinks I'm beautiful?
"And you're mine just as much as I'm yours so don't even think about giving some other fucker a chance," he says sternly and I have to bite back a smile. I stand back up and he looks up at the ceiling, not watching me, his jaw set tensely.
I'm not sure if he knows this but he's pretty much the only chance at something I've got. Whether he says I've got guys coming at me left and right or not.
"I'm positive that you shouldn't worry about me giving some other 'freaker' a chance," I assure him.
"You're so fucking friendly with everyone Lilah," he sighs, finally looking down at me.
"I'm only trying to make friends," I mumble. He gives a small nod of understanding.
"And I promise It's only you," I grab his tattooed arm and wrap it around my torso, pulling him closer.
"I'm not a cheater," I say with finality.
Cheaters are the worst of the worst. Just the worst. Terrible.
"That means we're together now?" he asks and I smile softly before giving him a little nod.
"You didn't ask me," he says expectantly. I feel my smile grow wider.
"Grey," I start, "would you like to be my boyfriend?"
He remains silent and I feel my mouth drop open, the smile never leaving.
"I would like to be asked without knowing," he quotes my words and I throw my head back in laughter.
"But I guess it'll do," he leans down and kisses me.
I slap his booty. Not hard for the time being but later, it will be hard.
That's what she said.
"Now call the fucking pizza place," he shoves his phone at me. I shake my head at the constant unwant to talk to any type of server or worker he has.
I look at the plain black lock screen and I scoff. That's going to change immediately.
"Password?" I ask, expecting him to take his phone back and to type it in himself.
"834953," he says and my eyebrows raise.
"Put you're fuckin' recognition-shit thing in," he mumbles, his attention focused on the channel check. My heart falls to my cooter and my smile never falls.
I bend down, take a great picture of Bear and me, and change his plain black backgrounds. I swear Bear is a much better model than I'll ever wish to be.
I call the pizza place and order what we want before going into his settings and setting the recognition-crap thing as he called it. Aka, face recognition.
"Oh look," Grey's extremely sarcastic voice says, "Aaron's fuckin' calling you."
He hands me my phone and I answer it.
"Hey A-a-ron," I smirk.
"Hello sweet Azzy," I can basically hear the smile he has on his face.
The call is definitely a little unexpected. He usually just shows up to see me, he doesn't really call.
"I wanted to check on you," he says, "especially after what happened the last time I was there."
"Oh. Well, I'm perfectly good, thank you," I say.
"How's that asshole with the tattoos?"
"Who?" my eyebrows furrow.
"Fifty-year-old dude," he adds and my eyebrows furrow even furrow. If he's talking about Mr. Terrip, we're going to have some issues.
And he's just going to have to get got.
"Silver," he adds another.
"You mean Grey?" I question, unsure. Grey turns toward me at the mention of his name.
"Bingo. He hasn't done anything has he?" he questions.
"Aaron, I told you he's not like that. He's done nothing," I sigh and watch as Grey's face turns into a scowl.
Aaron sets off on a whole entire twenty-five-minute lecture of what to do if Grey does anything. He starts by reminding me that 911 is a thing and he ends by wanting Grey's number or either to talk to him.
I hung up on him.
The doorbell rings and Grey drags me to the door with him.
"Hello!" I greet once he opens the door. A girl probably around Grey's age stands on the other side, the pizzas in her pizza-warming-pouch-thingy. She pops her bubble gum once before setting her eyes on the large man beside me. Her stern look drops and she pops her hip out.
Grey remains quiet.
"Uh," I interrupt her staring, "how much for it?"
I watch her as her eyes travel down Grey. Her bottom lip rolls into her mouth and my stomach churns.
I look over at him to find his eyes set intently on me.
"How much?" I ask once more only to be ignored again.
"This is fixing to be free if you don't answer me," I tilt my head.
Grey opens his mouth to say something, a scowl on his face but I speak again before he can.
She's not getting a tip.
"Wipe your drool before it drips onto my pizza box," my voice comes out oddly stern. Her eyes jerk away from Grey and fall on me.
"I asked how much?"
"$45.95," she finally answers. I chuckle evilly at the amount of food I got. But it's okay because I haven't eaten in two days and I'm going to pay for it.
I was going to pay for it. Grey shoves money at her, grabs the food, and shuts the door before the girl can say anything else.
I feel a tiny bit bad now.
He sets the food down in the kitchen before turning to me and leaning back against the counter.
"Now you know what it feels like," he says.
"Oh come on!" I throw my hands in the air, "it's not that obvious. She was so, so obvious."
"It's that fucking obvious," he says truthfully.
You know what, I still don't believe it.
I mean, it can't be. I'm me.
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-Ashlyn Montgomery