GREYSON BLACKSTONE

I HATE INTERVIEWS

The interviewer always asks the most unnecessary questions. Admittedly, it's their job to do so, they ask what they feel what the people want to know the most. However, that does not excuse them for actually asking the question. My personal life has been personal for a reason.

"So, Greyson, after the release of your amazing cover for GQ the ladies have to be knocking on your door." Michael says. I opted for a male interviewer because having a female ask questions like this while batting their eyes on me isn't enjoyable. It's actually seriously annoying and I don't feel like acting like what they're doing is remotely interesting to me.

My Father made me pose for the cover, he made me do these interviews, and go on TV on the Today show. I'm unhappy about it but I'd gladly do it all, especially since the outcome of it all got me the Blackstone towers I've been wanting to take over since I was ten.

What makes me the most happiest about it is how unhappy Hamilton is about it. He's livid that Father chose me and has been in New York this entire time. It's been a week since the dinner and Hamilton is trying his best to convince our Father that I don't deserve the towers.

Dawn at least has been happy about it and mainly because the school is now in her total control. Business life between us wasn't so bad but we didn't agree on a lot, so it's nice everything is her choice now.

I chuckle. "That's not the case, trust me."

"But people have been commenting about your cover all over social media, Taylor Swift has even made a compliment regarding it." Ah yes, Miss Swift, I've met her on several occasions. Nice girl she is, very beautiful as well, not a huge fan of her music but it's a nice to hear that she enjoyed the photoshoot. "Other celebrities have done so too, you must be very gracious."

Actually I don't care, but I won't say that.

I clear my throat. "You know, Michael, it's nice when someone of high status compliments you and all but to be honest no ones opinion matters more than the other. If a person on the street complimented me I'd be just as grateful."

"An answer expected from the Greyson Blackstone." Michael laughs lightly. "So word around is you're inheriting your father's towers in New York, running such a place would surely place you on the top ten billionaire bachelors list."

I nod. "Yes."

"So since you're going to be in that position, would you say your love life has become increasingly more difficult?"

I straightened myself. "Not difficult more like impossible."

Impossible because I'm already engaged and to the sole inheritor of the Emerson name. After the announcement has been made all eyes will be on us. Everything I do will be on a radar and the life I once had will become nearly impossible to keep up with.

"Surely a man like yourself cannot have a hard time in this area, rumour has it you're a bit of an expert when it comes to women." I'm not sure how to answer this and truthfully I don't want to. Agreeing would make me come off as a manwhore of sorts and although that's been hinted around, no one truly know for sure if I am one.

So I shake my head and say. "I'm not an expert on anything, I'm just a man who knows how to treat a lady. Nothing more and nothing less."

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As soon as I get home after a long day of interviews and exposing myself to the social world, I come home to hear loud music playing. While walking towards the source which was in the Living Room, I could hear the faint sound of Sage's voice singing to the song.

"Blue jeans, white shirt, walked into the room you know it made my eyes burn...!" I hear her sing. "It was like James Dean for sure, you so fresh to death..."

When I walked into the room I immediately see Sage on my ten thousand dollar antique coffee table dancing. She was wearing a crop top and short shorts, things I've never seen on her before, then I looked to see there was more than one beer bottles on the table with her.

"I will love you till the end of time...!" She yells. "Probably a million years!"

I grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, instantly stopping the music. I'm not sure what emotion to feel at the sight of this. Mad? Or concerned—both?

Sage turns around with a large smile and giggles. "Oh it's you!" Then she hops off the table. "I was just thinking about you!" Her walk was a bit wobbly, was she drunk? There's only three beers on the table the most she is has to be buzzed. Unless she's a light weight perhaps?

I'm certain the emotion to have at a moment like this is concerned. Mostly for me because I have a half naked teenage drunk girl in my house.

"So Greysonnn..." She gasps, stabbing her finger into me. "Wow! It's like tapping a rock!"

I smiled and grabbed her shoulders to keep her balanced. "Alright, Slade, it's time for bed."

"But I'm having fun! I haven't had fun in such a long timeeeee." Her eyes move up to mine. "Oh em geeeee, your eyes are gorgeous...they're like diamonds...heh maybe the ring you'll get me will look like your eyes. That'd be super cool!"

Seeing her this lively and happy isn't something I'm used too, I'm actually enjoying. Usually Sage is so reserved around me and now she's broken personal space and complimented me more than once. When can I get this girl more?

No

That's a bad idea, a girl her age shouldn't be so comfortable around a guy my age. This will only end bad. I don't need to wake up in the morning next to a seventeen year old girl completely naked. The shit I would get from both the Andrew and my Father would be to much to handle.

So I decided to take her to bed.

"Bed time." I repeated. Then turned her around and pushed her from behind towards the bedroom. Sage was hesitant but to weak to fight back. A few seconds later we arrive in the bedroom and I push the covers off and tap the bed. "Sleep."

Sage walked towards the bed. "You're so bossy Greyson, it's almost hot."

She really needs to sober up.

I walk into the bathroom and pour her a cup of water, then walk back to see Sage struggling to pull her crop top off, revealing a white bra underneath. "Help I'm stuck!" She giggles and I place the water on the nightstand then help her take it off.

"Drink that water." I tell her.

She looks up at me and grins, then grabs the water. "You take such good care of me." Sage drinks some of the water. When she's finished she places the cup back on the nightstand and falls onto the bed. I lean down over her then turned her to her side, just incase she's more drunk than I expect and decides to throw up.

When I began to back away, Sage's arm flies towards mine, she frowns. "Don't leave."

"I've got work to do." I explain to her.

She shakes her head and pouts—pouts! "You're always busy...you're never here...I'm always stuck in this stupid place alone even after you made that promise to me. I'm still scared to sleep by myself, every night you come home late I feel like that stupid attacker nobody caught will come barging into the condo and stab me..."

Apparently this is still going through her head constantly, even after a month. She hasn't said another word since the last time she told me this.

"I didn't wanna' bother you." She explains, still holding tightly to me. "Your father finally gave you the towers...I didn't want to bother you with stupid problems like mine...it's just..." Her voice lowers. "Being by myself is scary...even with all the security, I don't feel safe."

So that's it.

I've got to figure out a way to make her stop feeling this way. "Sage," I start and sit on the bed next to her. "I'm there whenever you need me."

"Yeah because you have to." Her eyes wander away from me dismissively.

"No, I want to be there for you." I tell her.

Sage scoffs. "Why? You have that hot model chick, she can be your wife, then you wouldn't have to deal with stupid teenage girl problems."

I sigh and pull the covers over her. "What can I do to convince you?"

Her eyes slowly come to mine and when our gazes met, with all seriousness she said. "Don't make me sleep alone, not tonight."

This isn't something that would be acceptable but the girl has clearly been mentally losing it. I've got to at least give her this, a sense of security. We'll figure out a more long-term situation in the morning but for now she's scared and needs this.

I'm not very comfortable with this since I haven't slept with a woman in seven years, not even after sex. However, I'll push those feeling aside, I have to make sure she isn't in her head all night thinking about someone coming to attack her.

So I cleared my throat. "All right."

Sage smiles. "Really?"

I kick off my shoes, turned off the lights and went inside of the bed. My bed was big enough to have space between us and a lot of it too. So at least this arrangement is easy or at least I thought until Sage grumbled and rolled over towards me.

"Too far." She breathes.

Her head lies on me, so I had moved around and pulled her to the crook of my arm. And I laid there too until her breathing evened out.

This is bad

I don't hate this and that scares me