IT'S A ONE NIGHT STAND!! TRY AND REFRAIN FROM COMMENTING!!

I know it's early! But it's part of their chemistry and they also don't think they'll ever see each other again.

Chapter 3| There's Always That One Bitch

Nova

"This is a dinner table, just so you know!" I pout when I've pulled away from staring at Grayson's handsome face.

Just to come looking at a not so handsome face, who is glaring at me. What have I done now?

"Really?" I ask sarcastically.

"There's no need for the sarcasm." She sneers at me.

"Oh, there is. Do you want to know why?" I ask sweetly.

She doesn't answer me and continues to burn holes into my face as if I'm going to combust into dust. Not happening, honey.

"It's the only thing stopping me from punching you. It helps me tolerate bullshit."I sigh.

She scoffs at me. "Do you know who I am newbie?" She looks down at me.

I internally laugh my ass off. Does she know who I am?

"Elizabeth. Stop." Gray glares at her.

She looks at him before looking at me and back at him. "You're going to let her talk to me like that?" She asks him.

"I don't care what she does. I'm warning you to stop. Now." His voice holds no room for argument as those green eyes turn dark.

"What is she going to do?" She turns her nose up at me.

There's always that one bitch.

"Last warning." I can see he is becoming impatient with her.

"I'm your girlfriend!" She raises her voice at him.

Girlfriend? That's a bummer.

"It was a one night stand. I'm sure you have had your plenty." He scoffs at the girl.

Ah! Not girlfriend.

Her face turns red with what I can assume is an embarrassment. Hell, if I said that I would be embarrassed too.

"Are you calling me a slut?" She narrows her eyes at him.

"Enough!" His voice booms through the hall, his command bouncing off the walls.

His fists have turned white as he grips them into a strong fist. To calm him down, I place my hand over his and squeeze it. He looks at me and I silently tell him he needs to calm down. He looks at me then at the terrified Elizabeth who has cowered in her seat. He closes his eyes and takes some breaths.

"I'm not calling you a slut, but you've had more balls in your mouth than the "hungry, hungry hippos'." He says through clenched teeth at the girl.

I let out a laugh throwing my head back. I look back to a not so impressed Elizabeth. "Sorry. Not funny at all." I clear my throat, awkwardly.

"I loved that game." A boy says who sits next to me.

Just like that, I'm laughing again. I loved that game too.

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"May I have this dance?" Gray extends his hand out for me to take.

"You may," I smirk taking his warm hand in mine.

He guides me to the busy dance floor, his hand wraps around my waist his other holds my hand in his. I place a hand on his shoulder and the other on his.

We sway around the floor, my dress opening up as we spin around.

We don't break eye contact as we move around the room. He dances with me effortlessly, not needing to look at his feet as he moves.

"You are stunning." He pulls me closer to him.

My breath becomes deeper the closer we become.

"You look handsome." I smile at him.

He releases his hand that is wrapped around my waist and twirls me out, pulling me back in again so my back is to his chest. His breath fans my neck where I can feel his nose skim the skin on my ear.

"I can't take my eye off you." He admits.

He twirls me again before I can reply. Quickly I'm back in his arms again. "I don't want you to," I say.

Our noses are practically touching at this point. The hand that connect are gripped tightly. Our chests pressed against one another, his hand around my waist nearly wrapping around me completely. I can feel everything; I can smell the strong scent of him. Coffee, he smells like coffee. Like coffee I become addicted to it, that's one thing I have done. During this short night, I have become addicted to Grayson Blackwell.

The song stops and Grayson pulls me off the dance floor and off into the hall. The hallways are dark, only the light of the moon casts through the windows.

He opens a dark wooden door pushing me inside and him closing it behind him. He turns to me and stares at me silently. He walks closer to me, when he does he takes me in his arms and whispers.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please do," I whisper.

His hands cup my cheeks and his lips meet mine. Not to sound like a lovestruck teen, but when I tell you felt fireworks, oh boy did I feel them. The moment his lips touched mine was euphoric, his lips were soft and gentle against mine. Every time he moved my lips tingled and I felt the need to deepen it and never make him stop.

My hand found his collar, pulling him down closer to me. His hand moved away from my cheeks and to my body. His hand tightened on my hip and the other rested at the back of my neck. He pulled away slightly to angle his head and came back to my lips. One hand left his collar and ran through his hair; his hair was everything thing I thought it was, soft, silky. I've never felt anything better.

I stood on my tiptoes, even in heels I couldn't reach him fully, and I was tall compared to your average girl. So I thought anyway. My chest flushed against him, I could feel his heartbeat beating rapidly against mine. I ran a hand down his chest, the heat beneath his shirt made goosebumps appear on my skin. My hand had been clawing at the thin shirt to remove it.

I pushed his jacket off where it stumbled to the floor. He begin to move his hands again, this time they wrapped around my thighs lifting me so my legs wrap around his waist. I begin to unbutton his shirt as he walks somewhere in the room. I'm placed down when I break away to remove his shirt fully I see I'm sitting on a long mahogany table with him standing between my legs.

I stop to stare at all his tattoos; they cover his arms and some of his chest. My finger traces lightly over the ink, placing my hands on his skin I move it down to the waist of his trousers. I look up at him seeing his piercing gaze already looking at me. "Are you sure you want to?" His voice is huskily and laced with lust.

"Yes." His hands roam to my back where he finds the zip and undoes my dress. His hands roam down to my thigh where my gun sits in its holster, he removes the gun.

He takes a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he momentarily closes his eyes. When he opens them again I feel my nipples harden. "Fucking stunning." He says before placing his lips on my neck.

"Ah." I moan as he nibbles and sucks on my skin. His hands roam up my back and circle to my boobs where he needs them. My hips buck when he pinched my nipple, I can feel my whole body beat up as he continues to touch me.

"Please." I moan needing him to be in me. His mouth moves to my nipple where he sucks on it, his tongue swirling around it. He comes back up to me. The looks he gives me only make me wetter.

"What do you want, baby?" He holds my jaw in place as his hands wander down my centre. His fingers slide down my wet folds slowly teasing my clit.

"You. I want you." My breath hitches as his finger dives into me. He begins to pump his finger agonisingly slow and spins adding another finger to me.

"Ah, please!" I moan. My hands fumble with his belt, once his belt is undone and push his trousers and boxers down. His d**k springs up already hard from all the teasing, and his gun falls to the ground with a thump. My hand reaches out and wraps around him. He groans as I begin to move my hand up and down.

His head falls back as his fingers continue to pump in and out of me. "Fuck, Gray." I curse as my walls tighten around his fingers. I whimper when he removes his fingers and bends down to his trousers. He holds up a condom coming back to my open legs. He stands between them, ripping the packet open and sliding the condom on. He lines himself up to me and looks at me as he slowly enters me.

My head falls back as he enters me. My walls automatically clench around him. He groans as he finally goes all-in then slowly pulls out then in again. Soon his thrusts get faster. I lean back onto the table with him hovering over me. My nails dig and scratch into his back as the pleasure is overwhelming. He takes my hands above my head holding them in his hand as the other rests with a tight grip on my hip.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he becomes deeper into me. "Fuck." He groans, pulling my leg onto his shoulder. I let out a small scream as he goes even deeper, if possible. Soon I can feel the build-up of my climax. He seems to know it too as he becomes faster. "Cum for me." He demands. My eyes roll back as I let go, feeling my juices begin to run down my thighs.

He continues to thrust into me, and a thin coat of sweat shines on his forehead. My back arches, my breasts rubbing against his hard chest. He tenses as he fills the condom. Slowly pumping in and out of me. He kisses me once more before sliding out of me completely. He hovers over me as we both collect our breaths.

Removing my leg from his shoulder, he wraps my arms around my neck and brings me up with him. I look up at him to see some red lipstick on his lips. "You got lipstick on you. Sorry." I chuckle breathlessly.

He shrugs with a tired grin on his face. He hands me my dress and slowly zips it up for me. His touch sent tingles everywhere. "Sorry." He whispers in my ear. I'm confused and about to ask why but when I turn around my mouth drops.

"You ripped them! When?" I snatch back my pants the once lace material ripped.

"I said sorry." He looks at me innocently as he slides into his trousers.

"I said sorry." I mimic his deep voice. I place my gun back in its holster.

He laughs shaking his head at me. I look around and pick up his tie I disregarded on the floor. I walk up to him as he is buttoning up his shirt. I lift it up and around his head and begin to tie it. Patting his chest and smiling at him.

"Done," I whisper.

He runs his thumb on my cheek looking into my eyes. "I'm never going to see you again, am I?" He asks sorrowfully.

I shake my head softly begging to feel sad that I will never see him after tonight. "Maybe next year." I smile sadly.

He chuckles with a frown. He kisses my forehead and looks back at me with a smile. "Maybe next year." He whispers.

My phone ringing interrupts us. I sigh and search for it once I found it I answer it.

Turning back to Grayson who looks at me as if he knows I've got to go.

"This is it." I look at him.

"See ya Cinderella." He smiles at me.

I chuckle, kissing him on the cheek and leaving the room. I can't wait till next year.

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