Grayson had taken me Stanley and his wife out for a cute breakfast this morning as it's her birthday.

While sitting together at the table Grayson bought up that there's a function we're attending tonight. I was a little pissed as I'd liked to have the time to mentally prepare myself but there's nothing I can do about it now.

On the drive back he told me about some glam squad he'd hired. That information was a little exciting I won't lie.

There were three people who were waiting for me when we got back to the apartment. Two girls, Ally and Lisa, along with one guy, Ricky.

The girls had done my makeup, a Smokey emerald green eye that matched my dress with a little bit of gold shimmer and Ricky had done my hair, he left it down and curled it, forming a half up, half down with little emeralds in my hair so every-time I moved my hair would sparkle.

I stare at myself in the mirror, tears prick my eyes. "Oh my god, you guys did amazing!" I turn to them and wrapped all three of them in a tight hug.

"Careful not to wrinkle your dress hunny." Ricky spoke laughing lightly. I gave him a fat kiss on the cheek.

I walked them out and gave them one last hug, profusely thanking them for their incredible work.

The elevator doors close and I feel his magnetic presence in the room. I slowly turn on my heel to face him, in a black tux with a emerald green tie, the exact shade of my dress. Cute.

Grayson walks slowly towards me, openly looking me up and down. I gulped under his gaze.

He comes to a stop in front of me, so close that I can smell his minty fresh breath. "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you." He reaches out and touches the fine satin fabric. I find myself holding my breath as he leans in "I can't wait to rip this off you later and thrust myself deep inside your tight pussy."

Only I would ruin an intimate moment by shoving his back and yelling "never in my life will you rip this dress! It's way too pretty!" I completely ignore the thrusting inside my pussy part, as I said before, it's become a part of our daily routine.

He chuckles at my hysterics pulling me back into him. "I'll buy you every dress in the world baby, don't worry."

My heart races at his sentiments if he starts with cute names on top of sexual comments my self control may falter. There's been tension for a while, that's no secret and he's really pushing my buttons tonight.

He places a kiss on my neck just below my ear and continues moving down, nipping and sucking. I moan softly running my hands through his hair. He reaches the top of my breast bone when I pull him away.

Breathless I say "we need to get going or we'll be late and Ricky will murder you if you mess up my appearance." He places one last kiss then grabs my hand and we enter the elevator. I guess we're starting the act of love birds a little early.

Before anyone judges me I'd like to point out that as much of an asshole this man is, he is very attractive. Hot men get away with being assholes more than unattractive men do. I know I'm not the only one that would consider fucking him because he's hot.

On the ride down he hands me a small blue velvet box. I open it up and inside is a ring. With a diamond placed in the centre of a gold band with three little diamonds on each side next to the larger one. "It's beautiful... and about fucking time." He smiled as he watched me put it on my finger.

The drive doesn't take long until we're exiting the car together, cameras flashing in our faces, invading our personal space.

Thankfully Grayson quickly weaves us through everyone and we're inside, safe and sound.

"You ready?" He asks.

I gulp looking around at the elegant woman and rich brooding men. "I need champagne." I whisper back. He leads me straight to the bar and I down an entire glass before ordering another. He gets a scotch and sips it slowly, watching me amused.

I glare at him. "Do you want to calm me down? Maybe tell me everything's going to be ok? That I'm overthinking everything?" His smile widens "nope." "Asshole." I mutter.

"Hm?" He questions.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He nods his head as I move around him heading across the room to the ladies room.

I take my time, staring at myself in the mirror, giving myself a pep talk and fixing my perfectly fine makeup. After one last deep breath I leave and walk back to the crowd.

I spot the bar and begin making my way over. I pause peering closer. A tall blonde woman in a tight red dress was touching his arm and throwing her head back laughing.

I walk closer but not too close to the point that she'd notice me. I wanted him to see me.

After a couple of seconds he's looking around frantically while the blonde is leaning over him speaking to the bartender. He spots me and mouths the words "HELP ME." I throw him a cocky smirk and point my ear "CANT HEAR YOU." I mouth back shrugging.

He death glares at me. He mouths something back but I couldn't quite understand? I believe it was along the lines of "FUCKING GET OVER HERE YOU BITCH." I throw him another shrug, pointing to my ear. He's bright red and fuming. My jobs done.

I saunter around the large ballroom only pausing to grab something to eat. "You look radiant tonight." I turn around with a crab puff halfway in my mouth. Quickly I swallow it. The mans very handsome, dark hair, similar to Grayson but he's slightly shorter, probably around 6'2 compared to Graysons 6'5, he has grey eyes that bore into mine... why am I comparing him to Grayson? Our engagements fake for fucks sake.

The man looks a little confused as I haven't said a word to him, too busy checking him out. I clear my throat "you don't look so bad yourself." He throws me a wink, "care to dance?" I place my hand in his. "Let's go."

"He takes me out onto the dance floor and places his hand on my lower back. We sway to the gentle jazz music. "I don't think I caught your name?"

"Mason." I deep voice growls. We both stop and turn to see Grayson. "Brother!" The man, Mason, says. I back away from Mason and glare at Grayson "brother?! You didn't tell me you have a brother!" Mason steps in "twin actually." I shove Grayson "a twin!"

He glares at Mason and turns back to me. "Come on, we can't make a scene." I roll my eyes but allow him to take my hand so we can go somewhere more private. Mason waves awkwardly at me, I flick him the finger, the asshole acts like I've shot him in the heart, clutching at his chest. I roll my eyes as I'm taken out of the room and down a dark hallway. Our relationship has blossomed already.

He pulls me into a large restroom. "You left me with that skank." He growls. "You didn't tell me you have a twin!" I fire back. We're both staring at each other breathing heavily.

Tension tension tension. I'm so sexually frustrated right now. He wants to have sex. I'm horny. We're 'engaged' why not? This is a total fuck it moment that I may regret later but that's for future me to deal with. Current me just needs to get him out of my system.

I pounce on him, jumping up and wrapping my arms around his neck, he's surprised at first but doesn't question it as he places me on the bench kissing me erotically. I moan into his mouth as he pinches my erect nipples through my dress.

"I'm going to fuck you raw against this bench." He bit my lip. I grabbed the bulge in his pants "fuck you're hard and ready." I smirk. He pulls me down off the bench, turns me around and smacks my ass. I gasp at the twinge of pain mixed with arousal.

"Grab onto the bench baby, you're going to watch me fuck you in the mirror." I could hear him unzip his pants and yank my dress up. He teases me with his dick, rubbing it in between my slick folds before I knew it I could feel his thick throbbing member slowly thrusting it into me. I groaned "harder." He chuckled darkly "anything you want sweetheart."

His pace quickened bringing me to the edge "I'm going to come Grayson." "Wait baby, I'm almost there." He thrusted a few more times "come for me sweetheart." I let go coming the hardest I've ever have in my life.

I took a second to recoup. Eventually Grayson slipped out of me and removed his hands from my breasts. I put them back into my dress and looked at my dishevelled complexion, my hair was all over the place and my lipstick smeared, not to mention that my entire face is flushed. "Did you have to mess up my hair." I glared at Grayson who looked as perfect as before which pissed me off even more. He just laughed as I fixed my lipstick "you didn't seem to mind a minute ago." I rolled my eyes "can we go."

He nodded and opened the door.

We both stepped out but stopped in our tracks when we saw Mason leaning against the wall smirking. "Were you fucking listening?!" Grayson roared. Mason smiled and looked down at my hand "if I can recall, that ring wasn't there when I first talked to you." I went red as Grayson turned his heated gaze from Mason to me.