Sage

~*ONE MONTH LATER*~

SCHOOL'S HARD...

But school's even harder when you have to hide the fact that you're the granddaughter of a billionaire. From all your friends and teachers and basically everyone. Not to mention I have to walk around the corner and privately be escorted back to Greyson's condo in hopes of no one seeing me.

Oh and lets not get started on the wardrobe Greyson bought me for school. All my life I've shopped at American Eagle or I don't know, Walmart, but Greyson decided that a pair of Yeezys should be my GYM shoes. I mean the freaking sneakers have been sold out for months and he managed to get it without breaking a sweat.

Let's just say Greyson didn't hesitate giving me Kim Kardashian's closet for school. So instead I had my Father personally bring me my clothes from home and I chose to wear them for the most part.

Changing the subject, Greyson, the dictator of my life has agreed to let me hang out with my friends at least so I'm going to do just that. Of course there's going to be a creepy guy in a black suit lingering around me but hey, whatever gets me out of that stupid condo.

"We've got to get you laid, Sage." Evelyn blurts out as we pick out on some burgers from the local hang out spot in town.

I coughed, then quickly swallowed down the food. "What!?"

"Agreeing with Eve, after I lost my virginity to Gale over the summer, I have become a sexaholic. It's great!" Nora grinned, munching on her fries.

I frowned. "Uh..."

"Yeah, you need to date, I mean it would have been awesome if you and Pierce Radwell would have hit it off!" Evelyn sighs. "Man losing your V-Card to the hottest guy ever would have been AWESOME."

"Yeah I'm really mad you didn't tell us your Dad got the hookups to those fancy rich people parties." Nora shakes her head. "Would have been nice to be invited."

Yes, I had to lie to my two closest friends in order to hide the fact that I was there because I was an Emerson. I may have been introduced as such but it hasn't spread around thanks to my Grandfather for keeping the party under tight wraps.

So everyone thinks I was there because my Dad works for his company.

And as for Pierce Radwell, the asshole never sent me a message or called. Waited the entire summer but nothing. But whatever it's not like I could DATE him, I've got an image to upkeep for this stupid family. Plus I'm pretty sure Greyson would blow a fuse, though, that doesn't sound to bad to see. Well actually it does.

"Guys I don't know what to say to you, but I'm not going to just lose my virginity for no reason, and I didn't invite you because my Dad told me last minute." I said, sipping my soda.

"It's not NO reason, we just want you to enjoy life, all summer you were home. That's BORING." Nora exaggerates with her hands. "Not saying it's necessary to lose it, we just...want you to experience it."

"Yeah well then again Sage is old fashioned and wants to do it because she loves the guy. Which makes sense. I'm a slut so I got no preference." Evelyn chuckles.

"Then lets get you a boyfriend!" Nora says excitedly.

"That's impossible." I laugh lightly. "Finding love just isn't in the cards for me."

"Don't say that." Evelyn frowns. "You're one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever met, if I were gay I'd hit on you in a snap. Not to mention you're fun and smart and have a really kick ass personality."

"Yes, Eve is right, doll." Nora joins. "You'll find love and lose that V-Card, just make sure you dish the deets ASAP."

"If you guys say so." I say sarcastically, playing with my fingers.

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Coming home after having fun with your friends is a real depressor. I haven't had a social life in forever and I'm not blaming Greyson for it but he needs to start being more lenient with me. Especially when he's out all hours of the day.

I walk straight to the Kitchen for something to snack on while I do homework. When I see a beautiful, tall woman with dark hair rummage through the cabinets. Immediately I stiffen. Her eyes meet mine and she straightens up instantly, holding two scotch glasses.

"Hello." She smiles.

Staring at her I was surprised to see she was clothed properly and her hair was nice and straight. So I respond to her, my tone monotone. "Hey."

"Well...uhm...I'm Brooke." She giggles. "I'm Greyson's assistant...and you are—?"

"None of your concern, Brooke." Greyson cuts her off.

I cross my arms, then leave the Kitchen.

When I reached the bedroom I feel a hand tightly grip around me and I hear the door quickly shut.

"Let go of me." I grumble.

"Talk to me first, before you get angry like this." Greyson says.

I scoff, then turn my head and narrow my eyes at him. "Talk to you? I'm surprised you're not kicking me out. I mean there's a hot assistant willing to do anything for you and I'm just a cockblock. I might as well leave."

Greyson chuckled, fighting off a grin.

"What's so funny?" I whisper-yell.

"I just didn't know you had such a dirty vocabulary." His grip loosened and he let go.

"Why? Because I've never had sex?" I spit out.

Dammit, that conversation earlier is still lingering in my head, I just said something really stupid to him. I'm such a dummy!

"What?" His grin faded instantly.

"Sorry, forget what I said, just...I'll go out and you fuck the hot assistant." I'm not sure what's wrong with me but everything coming out of my mouth is either really pathetic or very vulgar.

"Sage, wait." Greyson grabs me again before I storm out. "We're doing work, I'm having my office thoroughly cleaned and needed somewhere more quiet to work. Brooke had to come because someone had to help me with calls."

"I don't care what you're doing, it'll just inevitably lead to sex." I frown.

Then it hit me.

Why do I sound like an angry girlfriend? Why am I so jealous? The second I see a girl anywhere with Greyson I see red and that's not good, he and I are nothing.

But you want it to be something

No...I can't.

"What's wrong with you?" Greyson's brows furrowed. "If you're worried that I'm going to fuck someone in here, don't, because as long as you live here nothing will go on."

"So, yet again, you confirm I'm a cockblock." I scoff. "Greyson, if you want me to leave so you can wallbang some random chick then I'd be happy to leave."

"Sage, listen to yourself." He growls. "You're putting words in my mouth, I said nothing of the sorts."

"You're thinking it!" I hiss.

"No, because if I want to have sex I'll do it elsewhere it's really not that hard to go to a fucking hotel and have sex with someone instead of bringing them here." He explains.

"So you've gone out of your way to sleep with women in hotels instead of your own home because I'm here!? And that's supposed to make me feel better!?"

"You shouldn't feel anything at all because you're not my girlfriend!" Greyson snapped. "You don't get to tell me what to do, you don't get to be angry at me, and you certainly don't dictate where I fuck!"

It didn't take more than a second for me to feel the inevitable stinging sensation on my nose and water to build up in my eyes. I didn't realize how painful it was that he doesn't think anything of me. All this time I thought I didn't care, that I knew he was a manwhore and liking him was impossible, but it's clear the reason I'm so angry at him all the time is because I do like him.

For everytime he has been nice, he took care of me, comforted me, protected me. Seeing him sleep so soundly, holding me all night while I was drunk. When he fought exhaustion to make sure I was alright. This is the guy I like, dammit, love probably.

"Then if I'm nothing to you, I'd like to go home where I'm something to someone." I say sternly, yanking my arm away from him and storming off.