My heads back over the toilet bowl for the second time. For god sake! I must have alcohol poisoning or some shit. I'm never drinking again..... until like next week but that's besides the point.

I wipe my mouth and rinse it out with some water. I sigh and exit his bathroom which fyi, is absolutely gorgeous! It's completely marble with a rain shower the size of my old apartment there's a jacuzzi tub and of course it's huge, now I see that I've been completely ripped off with my bedroom. Maybe I can move in here and kick him out.

I walk out of the bathroom and get back into bed, he immediately wraps his arms around me again and I smile. His arms around me makes me feel safe, like no one can touch me. I smirk to myself as I get comfortable and go back to sleep.

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I wake up alone in his bed. I feel for his body but I'm met with cold empty sheets. Where did he go? My heads pounding and the sun isn't helping I want to cast a curse on whoever opened those damn curtains.

I look at the clock. 11am. I haven't slept in so late in what must be two years. It's definitely worth it. I feel well rested, not great but not nauseous. I don't think I could throw up even if I tried. My stomach is definitely empty.

"Good you're up, I thought we could go out for celebratory breakfast? Since you'll be coming back to work tomorrow."

I know I heard what he said but when he's standing in just a white towel hanging low on his hips with water droplets falling below the towel and I want to trace his muscles with my tongue? Yeah, I'm not inclined to listen.

"Olivia?"

"Hm?" I look up. He's smirking. I can feel my cheeks heating up and turning a nice shade of red. "Uh yeah sounds good. Although I suppose it'll be more of a brunch than breakfast."

"You needed the sleep. Now go take a shower and get dressed. Before you do, I placed some aspirin on the night stand with a glass of orange juice. Take it."

He walks into the closet to change and I follow his instructions, taking the aspirin and then heading to the bathroom for a much needed shower.

I make sure the temperature is hot enough and I step in washing away all the memories of last night.... Mainly the club ones. It wasn't my finest moment at all.

I stand stewing in my thoughts for what must've been another ten minutes. When I hear the door open I quickly covered myself. A habit from being a foster kid. When I see who it is I uncover myself "you've been in here a while, do you still want to go out?" I nod my head and turn off the faucet.

Stepping out of the shower he wraps one of the warm fluffy white towels around me. He pushes me out of the bathroom and into the closet. "I had you're stuff moved in this morning." With a quick kiss on my temple he left me to change before I could argue.

I rifle through my side of the closet and pull out a chunky white cable knit sweater, since it's chilly I wear a white button up underneath with some stockings and knee high boots. I leave my hair down and grab a pair of sunglasses to hide my eyes from the brightness.

I walk down the stairs and meet Grayson at the elevator. He looks sexy as sin in his usual get up, a button up and slacks. He's topped it off with a pair of sunglasses.

"I thought I'd drive us. You ready?" I took his hand.

"Let's go."

After taking the elevator down to the garage he opened the door to his black Aston Martin. This man and his cars. Sexy? Yes. Classic rich boy move? Also yes.

I stare out the window as we drive down the streets of New York. He's got one hand on my thigh and the other on the wheel. I peek over at him a few times just to look at this fine specimen. He catches me and grabs my left hand, bringing it to his lips.

He placed my hand in my lap and pulled the car up to the curb outside a fancy looking restaurant.

Grayson gets out of the car and opens the door for me. He takes my hand in his and we walk inside. As we do he moved his sunglasses to the top of his head. It's the little things like these that get me going for no apparent reason.

The waitress takes one look at Grayson and gives him a what I think was supposed to be a seductive smile "ah Mr Black, it's great to have you here again. Please follow me to your table."

He stays silent following her and dragging me along with. Safe to say this waitress has added an extra shimmy to her hips. Honestly, I get it, he's attractive and has 'cheated' so he looks like an easy target. But please! Have the decency to do it when I'm not around.

We're led to a two seater table. We both sit down and take a look at the menus. I skim it deciding on dry toast and apple juice. My safest bet, I don't want to projectile vomit on Grayson..... actually, I would love to but I've thrown up way too many times in the last 12 hours.

The waitress never left our side as we looked over our menus. I knew what I wanted before Grayson and when I put down my menu, I watched this waitress stare intently at my fiancé, pure hunger in her eyes.

I clear my throat to gain her attention. She glares at me but nonetheless grabs her note pad to write my order "I'd like toast with whatever spread and a glass of apple juice." She doesn't say anything just nods her head.

"I'll have the house Musli and an espresso."

"Of course sir, I'll get that started right away." She throws him a wink and saunters away.

I clear my throat and glare at him "what?"

"She was clearly flirting with you. Can you just, stop being attractive?"

He chuckles "I didn't even notice. I was busy focusing all my attention on you."

I roll my eyes "ok sure."

Deciding to leave the topic before I storm out of here I say "have you checked the news yet? How bad is it?"

He doesn't say anything just hands me his phone.

I scroll through the multiple news articles and photos.

I scroll through to the comments

"I'd tap that."

"What a whore."

"She's not even pretty, he could do so much better."

"I read she was his assistant so we all know she'll be tossed out on her ass within the next month."

"I'd kill the bitch."

I gulp and hand him back his phone. Even with sunglasses I couldn't look him in the eye. I'm afraid if I do, I'll begin crying and that certainly won't help my case with the public.

I hand him back his phone, which he takes and pockets.

"Hey, the media are dicks. Don't listen to a thing they say."

"It's not just the media Grayson. It's the world. They're all commenting such nasty shit. I bet when they got pictures of you cheating they didn't bash you."

He looks guilty "I'm sorry, you're right. I was praised online. It isn't fair. Let's just enjoy our brunch or breakfast and not let it get to us."

The waitress returns and places our food in front of us. Grayson digs into his food while I nibble on mine. My appetite, still gone.

"You should really eat."

"How can I? The whole world despises me. I feel disgusting mentally and physically. Maybe I shouldn't come back to work-"

"No, you're coming back and you're not letting these comments affect you. You're the strongest person I know Olivia. If anyone dares to say anything I'll fire them." He grabs my hand, rubbing intricate designs.

"Don't fire them. Just... rough em up a lil bit." I throw him a thumbs up and he's tossing his head back laughing.

"For you? Anything."

We eat away, talking to each other about meaningless subjects, just enjoying each other's company. Finally I'm feeling better.

Grayson pays the check and we go to leave. "Grayson the paps, they're here." I tug at his hand and turns around to see the load of cameras.

"Shit!" He curses.

A man with a name tag that says 'manager' approaches us. "Sir the cops are almost here."

Grayson nods his head and looks down at me "everything will be fine." I give him a small smile and hold his hand in a death grip.

"Your cars out front." The manager adds. Grayson tips him and we step outside.

We're completely bombarded with cameras and questions. I feel my heart rate increase.

One particular man refused to move out of the way with his giant camera and looked at Grayson "Grayson black! How does it feel to know your fiancés a whore!"

I feel Graysons hand leave mine and go straight to the guys face, knocking him to the ground. He doesn't stop there he continues to beat the living shit out of him.

"Grayson!"

He doesn't stop until the police rip him off the guy and handcuff him. I'm freaking out now. "What do I do!"

"Take the car to the police station and call my lawyer." He says while being shoved into the back seat of the cop car.

"I don't know who your lawyer is you fuckwit!"

He rolls his eyes at me as he tries to fight against the cop to talk to me "call the office they'll sort it."

That's all he gets out before he's driving away. Shit.

I get in the car and pull out onto the busy streets of New York.

He just had to go get himself arrested. I'd be more pissed if it weren't to defend my honour. So, I'll forgive him.

I pull my phone out and speed dial the office.

Before she can get a word out I speak "Angie? It's Olivia. I need you to direct me straight to Preston."

"He's in a meeting-"

"Now!"

I hear her pressing a few buttons until I'm finally redirected "Olivia? I was in an important-"

"Grayson in jail!" I blurt

"What?!"

"Long story. I need you to get his lawyer-"

"I'm on it."

Finally I can breath as I hang up and continue driving. Today was supposed to be chill. Instead I'm in Graysons car rushing to the police station to bail him out of jail.

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I practically sprint into the station, rushing to the front desk. The lady looks up and smiles warmly "how can I help you dear?"

"I'm I'm here to collect Grayson Black? His lawyer should've organised whatever and someone named Preston should've posted bail? I ."

She taps away on her computer for a couple of second "ah yes! If you go down the hall and turn left one of the officers will let him out of the cell."

I nod "okay. Thank you!"

I run down the hall and turn left approaching the first officer I see "Um excuse me officer I'm here for Grayson Black." He doesn't say anything just moved to cell and unlocks it.

Grayson steps out looking sexy as ever, just with a little blood on his knuckles. "Took you long enough." He throws me a smirk.

I hit his arm and peck him on the lips. "Let's go home."

"Anything for you sweetheart." He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into him possessively, glaring at any men in the cells who dared to throw me a glance. He's been acting more possessive since last night. I don't mind it.

We get into the car, I let him drive so I can nap on the way back home. This was exhausting and I've got my first day back at work tomorrow so I need all the rest I can get if I'm going to have to deal with him all day everyday.