Chapter 27 #2
I bite my lip, unsure of what to do. One peek can’t hurt, right? I look back at the girls, who all seem eager. “Okay, I’m doing it. Just a little look, then I’m putting it back.”
I rise from the couch and walk over to the island, unplugging his phone. I look up the stairs, listening to see if I can hear any sign that Greyson may be coming back down, then quickly rush back to the couch.
The girls all gather around me, huddling in to get a view of the phone. I tap his code in, Gracie’s birthday, and smile at his background photo. It’s a picture of Gracie and me during Christmas when we were out sledding.
I go over to the photo icon and stop, my finger hovering over it.
I take a deep breath, trying to dampen the worry about what I might find, then tap it open.
What I’m greeted with instantly makes my heart swell.
Rows and rows of pictures of me and Little Tulip.
A few with the team, his family, and the gang together.
“Look if he has any other albums,” Ronnie says from in front of me.
“Ooh, yes! Clay has a whole album with naughty pictures of me. It’s what he uses in the shower when he’s away with the team and can’t video call me,” Morgan tells us with a slight blush and a giggle.
“I don’t think Grey would have any of those. I mean, I’ve sent him some pictures that are a little naughty, but nothing more.”
“Oh, babe. I promise you every guy has a spank bank. Or else it’s porn. We’ll check his history after,” Ronnie laughs.
I go out of the main album and check through the others. There aren’t many. I scroll down to the hidden button and tap it. I type in his password again to unlock it and am hit with a collection of pictures and a few videos. All of me.
What the fuck?!
At first, they’re pretty innocent, just my silly, flirty pictures and videos that I like to send him. Until I hit one of me sleeping, naked. Half of my body is covered by the sheets, but you can still make out my form. The next ones are similar, some more exposing than others.
I’m completely stunned as I continue to scroll, momentarily forgetting about my friends all seeing revealing pictures of me. I suddenly fall on a blacked-out video, and being my curious self, I click on it, wondering why no preview is showing up.
Big mistake!
The video starts out with the screen all black until someone steps out of the frame and Greyson’s upper body comes into view as he positions the camera. He disappears from view, and all that’s left is our bedroom in the background.
A minute passes without any movement, so I tap the screen to see if maybe it’s finished or frozen but notice the video is over thirty-nine minutes.
What the hell is this?
Suddenly my laughter sounds through the phone, and Greyson comes back into the frame with me in his arms before he throws me onto the bed and climbs over me. Within seconds we’re making out like long-lost lovers and ripping off our clothes.
“Oh my God…” one of the girls says as I quickly pull away the phone and press it to my chest, realizing what’s about to happen in that video.
I remember that day. It was almost two weeks ago, and I had found it strange at that moment that he kept turning me in certain directions. Now I know why. He wanted the perfect view.
My loud moans sound through the speaker, and I quickly turn off the volume, exiting the video. I look ahead blankly, so many thoughts running through my head, but one shining brighter than the others. “I’m going to kill him!”
I throw the phone on the couch and march toward the steps. “Watch Gracie for me while I go kill her father. Thank you.”
Stomping up the stairs, I head straight for our bedroom and whip the door open. It bangs loudly against the wall, startling a sleeping Greyson. He jumps slightly from the bed, looking around as I speed over to the bed and jump on top of him.
I slap at his arms and hit his chest, anger taking over my body. “YOU FILMED US HAVING SEX?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” I yell in his face as my hands continue to hit anywhere they can reach.
He brings his arms up, shielding his face, before quickly capturing my wrists when he sees his opening to stop me from continuing my assault. He pushes hard, swinging me to the side as he rolls us over and climbs above me.
“CALM THE FUCK DOWN! What the hell, Em?” he shouts back as I try to fight out of his grasp.
“Why would you do that?” I whine loudly as the fight leaves my body. I feel hurt and betrayed.
He eases his hold on me when he notices I’m no longer trying to get out or hit him. He stares into my eyes for a moment before a smile forms on his lips.
“Greyson, there’s nothing funny about this. I don’t understand why you’d feel the need to do that. Why would you hide that from me? It just makes me feel dirty.” I pout as my eyes begin to water.
I don’t know why this is affecting me so much; it’s not like he cheated on me or anything like that. They were only pictures and videos of me. But it’s the fact that he felt he needed to do it secretly that bothers me.
“You went through my phone, you naughty girl,” he says with a smirk. Oh my God! He really wants to die.
“I’m serious!” I say furiously as a tear slips out. I shut my eyes, hating how vulnerable I am right now, and take a deep breath while trying to calm my emotions.
“Bunny…” he whispers as I feel the pad of his thumb wiping away my tear, then his lips press softly to the previously wet skin, followed by my lips, but I don’t kiss him back.
“Look at me. Please, baby?” I sigh and slowly open my eyes. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have told you. But you seem to be forgetting something.” he says, stroking my cheek.
“What?” I grumble, still not entirely pleased with the situation.
“That we had this talk already, and you told me you were okay with it as long as you didn’t know it was happening.” He smirks as realization hits me.
“Shit, I did say that.” I sigh, feeling like an idiot for freaking out when I did technically give him consent to do it.
“Look, if you’ve changed your mind about that, it’s okay. It won’t happen again, and if you want me to delete everything, I will. I never meant to make you feel cheap or dirty, Em. I just miss you when I’m away, and sometimes jerking off only to thoughts of you isn’t enough.”
“I can understand that. And I’m sorry for… well, going batshit crazy on you. But maybe next time we could try with me knowing about it instead and see how it goes from there.”
“Okay. I’m good with that.” He comes back down, kissing my lips once more, and this time, I respond to his touch.
“Do I have to delete it? Because you’re really hot in it.
I don’t know how far you watched, but holy shit.
I never last long.” His eyes darken as he thinks about the content on his phone.
I groan. I don’t mind watching other people having sex, but watching myself? I don’t know, it just seems weird. “You can keep them. But if I find out anyone else has seen that, I’ll murder you. I’m not even joking, Grey.” I push him back, showing him just how serious I am.
“No one but me knows they exist. I promise. Are we good now?”
I smile wildly and push harder against his chest, making him fall over on his back, then climb over him. I bring my face down to his and rub my nose against his. “Yeah, we’re good. You can go back to bed now.” I peck his lips briskly and jump off. “Bye!”
He catches me by the waist before I take my first step, bringing me back down to the mattress. “Or… we could have a little fun while the girls watch Gracie downstairs.” He nibbles my neck, his hands finding their way under my shirt as I giggle.
It took me forty-five minutes to make it back downstairs.