HE...HE KISSED ME?

Please tell me that was all a dream—or nightmare. Greyson would never do something like that towards me for no reason. 

It was a dream, it was a dream.

It's been two days and the notion that Greyson Blackstone placed his lips onto mine is still surreal. Impossible, even. I've just never seen him so hot-tempered before, his usual anger had no chance against how he was Saturday.

The worst part about this all is how much I want him to do that again. Something felt unbearably right when he kissed me, like we both were deprived of something we very much needed. Though I believe with all my heart that it was a fluke of some sorts. He was just angrier than usual because somehow Dorian and I have pissed him off.

Speaking of Dorian!

Dorian: Really enjoyed the movie and hot chocolate, hope we can do it again.

Me: So do I! :)

I really did enjoy being around Dorian Saturday. We ended up seeing a movie right after because I remembered how bad I wanted to see the Revenant. After seeing the movie and hearing only like three words out of Leonardo's mouth but a heckova' lot of brutal scenes, he drove me home.

Then Greyson decided to throw the greatest curve ball in this century and lose his marbles on me. Bombarding me with questions and making up a lot of stupid assumptions.

"Sage."

I mean he had the audacity to claim I was the easy one out of us.

"Sage."

Me!

"Sage."

I've never even had my first kiss before Saturday.

"Sage."

Oh my gosh...GREYSON WAS MY FIRST KISS.

"Sage!"

I look up at Nora who was staring at me...with the entire class.

"Miss Slade, you've been summoned to the main office." Mr. Delgado informs me, standing in front of the class impatiently.

"Oh-Oh, okay." I stand up.

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Getting to the office I immediately see a guy in a suit standing at the front desk, his hands behind his back. Wearing a pair of shades—indoors.

That can not be for me, right?

I lean against the front desk. "I-I'm—"

"Miss Slade." The man in the suit states.

My eyes wander to the suspicious man. "Uh..."

"No need to be wary, Miss Slade, Mr. Blackstone has asked me to escort you back to his office." The man explains to me, his voice low.

The teachers and staff watched me speak with him, very curious what we were speaking about. I mean I'd be too if a strange man in a suit wearing a pair of shaded walked in asking for such a normal girl.

"I..." I scratch my head. "I'd prefer to stay in school."

"Mr. Blackstone said 'no' isn't an option."

Of course he did.

"Well...uh...you can't sign me out you're not family." I inform him.

The man in the suit looks at the women staring behind their desk. "She is free to go, is she not?"

"Y-Yes." One of the ladies answered.

I frowned. "How?"

"Mr. Blackstone holds power everywhere, Miss Slade." The man in the suit gestures me towards the door. "Shall we go?"

I sighed. "I've got no choice, do I?"

"Unfortunately, not."

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Arriving at the Blackstone Towers, the last place I wanted to be, I went on the elevator all the way to the top floor where Greyson's office was. When the doors opened and I walked down the hall, I saw a man at the front desk. Brooke nowhere to be seen.

"Hello, you must be Miss Slade." The man smiles warmly at me. "I'm Lucas, his assistant. He's been waiting for you."

So he replaced Brooke with a guy?

Lucas escorts me to the giant doors to his office, then opens it. Inside of the room was Greyson, he was seated and on the phone. His lips pursed tightly, blatant anger. Why did he invite me here if he was going to be crabby?

"Please seat yourself, he'll be done on the phone shortly. It's just his sister." Lucas informs me then closes the doors behind me.

Just as instructed I sat myself on a chair far away from his desk. The entire office was the size of a small house. You could have a party here, fit eight families in it, or even play a professional game of basketball here.

Greyson's desk was all the way in the back, in front of the windows which were large and curtained with a beautiful silk cloth.

"Look Sage has arrived and I don't have any bloody time to talk about this nonsense at the moment." Greyson pauses. "Alright, I'll speak to you later."

He disconnects the phone and sighs, rubbing his face.

It hasn't went over my head that Greyson looks exhausted. More than usual. There are strands of grey making their way onto his beautifully dark hair. Admittedly, even Greyson Blackstone could pull of salt and pepper, but he's only twenty-eight. The fact that such a young man looks aged in only a matter of months concerns me.

Greyson gets up and starts walking to me. "Glad you could make it."

"It's not like I really had a choice." I scoff. "With the scary guy in the suit and all."

He snickers. "Yes, Clark is a very frightening looking fellow, but does his job well nonetheless."

"So what did you want me here for?" I ask.

Greyson seats himself across me, lifting his leg and laying it on his other knee. His arms were stretched out across the sofa and he displayed comfort despite the tiredness he exuded.

"It has come to my attention that I've been neglecting you." Greyson states.

I tilt my head, confused. "What?"

"Clearly, this shenanigans you have going on with Mr. Daray is due to the lack of attention I'm giving you." He explains more in depth.

My brows flew upwards. "What? I'm hanging out with Dorian because you're not paying attention to me? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes." He says, seriously.

I roll my eyes. "No way."

"Yes way."

My eyes slice to his. "Greyson, I'm hanging out with him because I like him."

Greyson's jaw hardened instantly at my comment.

"And for the record this has nothing to do with you." I inform him.

"Perhaps you misunderstood me." He drops his legs and leans towards me. "I meant to tell you that the idiotic affair you have going on with him is over. And that from now on I will cut down my work load for more time to be with you."

"Why?" I snorted. "You don't need to hang out with me, Greyson. Use that time on some model or something—"

"Shut it!" He barked.

I stared at him, his sudden outburst made me jump.

Greyson exhaled, composing himself. "I'm not doing it because I need to. If we're to get married in a certain amount of months I need you to start learning to adjust to being around me. That clearly won't happen if you're spending your time being with him."

"What's your problem?" I frown. "You didn't care about me before I met Dorian. In fact you didn't call for almost three months and now you come out of nowhere telling me that I can't hang out with my friend because you NOW feel like you've been neglecting me?"

"Sage." He growled. "This isn't a discussion. You're not to see Dorian Daray again. Instead you will be spending more time with me and this isn't a request. Emerson thinks we've been adjusting you to the life of wealth. That you've been with me. So in order for him to not grow suspicious we need to show that we're capable of being around one another."

"Greyson, I've done fine without you when it came to my Grandfather." I tell him. "You may not know this but he hasn't called to check up on us. He just assumes it. We don't need to all of a sudden become friends because of this new realization that YOU'RE the one who's been messing up here. Mr. I SLEEP WITH MY ASSISTANTS."

Greyson stands up, staring down at me intensely. "You act like I can't make you do as I say, Sage."

"That's because you can't." I hiss. "I'm my own person, Greyson. I don't belong to you."

"You know," He steps closer to me. "I'm surprised you're incapable of knowing exactly how much power I have over you, Sage."

"Uh, that's none." I say, feeling uncomfortable at his closeness.

"So," He leans down, his face in front of mine, my heart doing marathons. "I can't tell you what to do, but what if I can make you comply to my demands?"

I exhale. "Y-You can't...You can't."

"What's wrong?" His arms are suddenly leaning against the chair behind me, his body extremely close.

Dammit he smells good!

Not good, he smells amazing.

I place my hands on his chest. "Can you...Can you move away?"

"Why," He asks, his face now a whisper away. "afraid you can't fight the big bad wolf?"

Without thinking I did something stupid.

I looked at his eyes, his beautiful diamond colored eyes. They were so mesmerizing...so enchanting and it drew me like a moth to a flame. It was as if I was slowly losing my mental state of mind and becoming weak.

"I hate you." I tell him, my voice barely a whisper.

"So no more Dorian. You will now permanently be spending your free time with me." Greyson says, his voice low and rich.

"No." I fought. "You can't tell me...who to and not to hang out with."

"Such a shame," His eyes suddenly drop to my lips. "I wasn't hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this."

To what?

You already know the answer to that question, Sage.

Without an assuring answer Greyson leaned closer and kissed me again. And just like last time explosions went off in my head at the feel of his lips. It was clear as day that the women who chased Greyson weren't after him for just looks and wealth, he had a talent at kissing. Even an amateur kisser like myself could tell he was a force to be reckoned with.

I push my hands against his chest, trying to protest the kiss but failing dramatically. The more I fought the harder he kissed me and soon his weight was on top of me. Now on my back, Greyson backs away, and I finally breathe.

"Why..." I breathe. "Why are you kissing me...again?"

Greyson stares at me with bed-room eyes, the effect it had on me made my heart beat so hard against my chest I felt like it'd rip out. "You refuse to comply to my demands." He explains. "So if you just so happen to continue to 'hang out' with Mr. Daray, I have no choice but to remind you who you belong to."

"What?" I say, slowly interpreting what he's telling me. "What are you talking about."

What is he talking about?

Belong to who? Him?

"It took a few days to figure out," He says, still on top of me. "but I blatantly just don't enjoy seeing you with him." He continues. "And since I know you won't listen to me, I have to find a way to make sure he doesn't lay a paw on you."

My eyes widen.

Was he jealous!?

"Were...Were you jealous?" I ask, without hesitation.

Greyson's body tensed at the word, his brows furrowed.

Then without warning he lunged down and placed his mouth against my neck. I yelped at the sudden feeling. Fighting the Greyson trance, I tried pushing him off, but couldn't muster the strength. He sucked onto my neck, my skin began to heat up.

Greyson backed away but just when I thought he was finished he lowered down to my collar bone and repeated the same thing.

"St-Stop!" I stammer, kicking my legs.

Greyson was obviously more stronger, his weight alone was enough to leave me unable to move.

When he finished there his head raised back up and his eyes were penetrating into mine, sending me a spine-chilling feeling. I saw my chest elevate and collapse at rapid speeds. Finally he removes himself off of me then fixes his suit jacket.

"That should keep you away from him." Greyson says then walks down towards his desk.

I stared at the ceiling, feeling my neck and collar bone.

What did he do to me?

What did he mean 'That should keep you away from him?'

What's going to keep me away?

Immediately I burst out of my seat and stormed out of the office to the nearest bathroom. 

"Miss Slade?" Lucas says, concerned.

I ignore him and push my way into the bathroom.

Then as I stand in front of the mirror I pull my shirt down slightly and see purple bruise-like marks on my skin. It took me a moment to realize what he had done to me, that he gave me a hickey.

Suddenly my phone buzzed.

After taking a deep breath I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it to see Dorian's name flash across the screen.

Dorian: Just scored some tix to see Coldplay from a friend on Friday, want to be my date?

I stared at the hickeys

I began typing 'Sorry' until I felt the anger build up inside of me. Greyson was messing around with me because he didn't want me to hang around Dorian. For some reason that manwhore can't seem to allow me to have fun while he's hoeing around with hundreds of other women. And me blowing Dorian off so he doesn't see I have hickeys is exactly what that asshole wants.

So I took a deep breathe and jabbed my fingers onto the screen quickly.

Me: Hell yeah!

I stared back at the mirror, this is nothing a little concealer won't cover. It's better than giving him the satisfaction of my obedience. He'll have to try harder than that if he wants me to comply with his stupid wishes.