Chapter 37 Suspicious #2
This is what I get for going to sleep with my hair wet. I tinkle and brush my teeth again, just for good measures. Then I take out the gosh darn straightener and straighten my lion mane. Halfway through doing my hair, he waltzes in the bathroom fully still down to his skivvies.
"You should let me straighten your hair-" I cut myself off when I hear him freaking tinkling.
"Grey Alexander!" I shout.
"What? I'm human," he replies.
"Yes, a human who could have gone to the other bathroom to tinkle!" I throw my free hand up in the air.
"This one's closer," he answers and I shake my head at him, focusing back on my hair. Eventually, he stops and flushes. Why does he pee for so long? Good heavens.
"See? Not so bad," he slaps my booty on the way out of the room.
"I could've burnt myself just now because of you!" I call out to him.
"Yeah okay," he replies haphazardly caring, "oh hey, wanna go to Montana with us?"
I set the straightener down and dart back into the bedroom.
"What?"
"Montana, Lilah, are you listening?" He slightly teases. I sort of lose focus watching him pull on his pants.
"The state of Montana?" I grow excited. He pauses.
"Yes darling, the state of Montana," he teases, "why are you so amazed?"
"I've never even been out of the state before," I smile and he frowns.
"What? Why?"
"Well my parents went on a lot of trips and they offered to take Jake but they always said that I needed to stay at home to watch over everything. Jake didn't like that and it always ended up being both me and him staying at home, so I never went anywhere," I explain.
One time they went to the Bahamas. Jake and I were so excited about going but when dad told me I had to stay, I was devastated. I already had my bags packed and everything. And I felt terrible that Jake stayed home with me. I knew how excited he was to go and I was the one that held him back.
"Well I'm just going to have to take you everywhere then," he sends me a gorgeous little smile that makes my heart flutter.
He's so sweet.
"Now get your ass over here and let me give you a hickey," he raises his arm calling me over. The love-struck look falls off my face and it's replaced with an unamused one.
I look to Bear and internally plead him to control Grey.
"Don't act like you don't want it," he leans down to the end of the bed and he holds his hand out to me.
"I just know that it'll lead to something that's already happened once today," I reach my hand into his and he pulls me gently onto the bed with him. Why did I still give him my hand if I knew what would most likely happen? Because I'm a crackhead just like him.
He pulls me closer to him and he places my back against his chest. He rests his back against the headboard and I lean my head back onto his shoulder.
"I won't give you a hickey," he mumbles, gripping gently on a strand of my hair and twirling it.
I just straightened my hair. But I let him twirl my hair anyway. It feels nice.
"I'm fucking with you," he leans his head down and presses his lips onto my neck. His tattooed hand travels around to the front of me and before I can even apologize to Jesus beforehand, he grips on my boob.
My boob!
His other hand trails up my neck and tilts my head slightly backward and to the side, giving him better access to the spot where he wants to show how much of a crackhead he is.
"Grey," I whisper to him quietly. He hums quietly against my neck.
"I love you," I tell him softly. He pauses a split second and I feel his lips turn up in a little smile.
As a part of my bucket list, which I partly forgot about, it says that I need to tell Grey I love him many times during the day, every day.
I'm not too bad at telling him and he's pretty darn good at telling me. But I've just found that I love catching him off guard when telling him I love him.
For example, a couple days ago we were at the restaurant.
Grey, Theo, Oaklee, and Lincoln were in Grey's office.
I busted up in there and interrupted their little conversation without a care in the world. Well, I didn't really have a care in the world because Grey sent me the world's loveliest text.
The text was asking me to get him the coffee that I usually bring him. First of all, in the text he referred to the drink as a drink for (another word for cats).
If I'm being honest it was only making fun of himself because he loves that drink.
The second part of the text was just the regular romantic and chivalrous Grey being himself and it basically said 'hurry up, I want to (effing) feel you up when you get here too.'
After arriving and busting up in his office, he was exceptionally unhappy. Just because those guys were in his office.
So I walked over to him, sat his coffee down on his desk, and gave his heavily frowning face a look.
Then I had leaned down and just ever so softly whispered in his ear that I loved him very much. When I pulled away, his lips were turned up in that smile of his and I felt very accomplished.
Even the guys were making fun of him for actually smiling considering they had pretty much never seen that beautiful sight.
Then Grey proceeded to whisper a reply in my ear. Such a sweetheart.
He said something along the lines of 'that whisper turned me the (f-word) on. It's too bad they're here.'
At that point he had grabbed the back of my upper thigh, a spot where the guys couldn't see because we were behind the large desk.
He continued with 'I'd (f-word) you on this desk if no one was here.'
Of course, I wouldn't let that happen because that's just very out there and way too dangerous for where we were.
At that point I had pulled away because I had gotten a little too hot and bothered but he pulled me back down to him.
'But I love you.'
Other than the inappropriate things he said after his adorable little smile, the interaction made my heart happy.
"I love you," he replies. I've noticed now that I don't think Grey has ever said 'I love you too.' I'm sure it means nothing but I find it odd.
He suddenly bites down on my neck. I pull away from him and slam my head onto the bed in front of me, groaning into the sheets.
"That was hard," I mumble.
That's what she said. Stop.
"It wasn't," he grips onto the top of my pants in the very back. I rub my hand on the spot he bit.
I raise my hand up and I punch his stomach.
Well, I thought it was his stomach.
"Fuck, Azalea," he groans in pain rolling over and placing his hand over his goody region. Oh Lord, I hit him in the peepee.
I sit back up all the way and hold my hand over my mouth. I feel genuinely bad.
"I'm sorry Sugar!" I recollect myself. He still lays sideways on the bed, his face kind of scrunched up in pain.
"Want me to rub it-Oh no! Nevermind!" I pinch the bridge of my nose and roll my eyes at myself. He rolls off the bed and he stands up. Bear follows him, making sure he's okay. He's such a good puppy.
Grey walks around the room, his jaw clenched as he does what he needs to...get himself better.
I can't imagine what getting hit there feels like. I feel like yeah, getting hit in the boob hurts but I feel like getting hit in the peter hurts way worse.
"I meant to hit your stomach," I bite my lower lip in concern for him.
I know it shouldn't, but it actually makes me laugh a little bit.
He always smacks the daylights out of my buttcheeks, he bites the crap out of my neck, and so I feel like I've finally gotten even for all the things he's done to me.
But this is the first and hopefully the last time I mistake his goody region for his stomach.
I stand and come up behind him.
"Oh lord, what if it doesn't work anymore? Can you break that thing?" I begin to worry. I hold my hand onto my heart and he turns around to me.
"It's not a thing it's my dick."
"Oh same thing."
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? Grey ?
The week coming, we're off to Montana. It's last minute and it pisses me off that I'm the one that has to set up the planes and everything else.
Sure, we could fly in regular planes with regular people if we didn't have a whole shitload of guns that we have to bring with us.
We have a guy that's set up with us through D.C and all we have to do is drive to Knoxville and we're able to take off from there.
Even though it's pretty simple, I don't like last-minute things. I really like to know my fucking schedule for the upcoming week.
But Azalea is fucking coming. If she would've said no I probably would've dragged her ass along with us anyway. I'm not about to leave her all alone all week.
I know for a fact she'd be perfectly fine by herself. But I won't be so she's coming. I feel like I'm more clingy to her than she is to me but I couldn't give a shit.
I hear a knock on my door and I perk up thinking it could be her. But Theo's face coming into view makes me slump back down and turn my attention back to my computer.
"Hey," he says awkwardly and I narrow my eyes a bit at that. He's never awkward. He probably fucked something up.
"What'd you do?" I grumble.
"What? Nothing!" he relaxes a bit, his voice almost returning to normal. From the corner of my eye, I see him take a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. That makes me suspicious. Very suspicious.
I turn away from my computer and look at him. He looks oddly shaken up.
"I have to tell you something," he starts off quietly.
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Thank y'all for reading! I'm going to pray now because of the things I wrote mostly at the beginning of this chapter :)
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-Ashlyn Montgomery