Greyson

I NEED A VACATION

Or so that's what everyone keeps telling me lately. They don't seem to realize that you have to make sacrifices in order to achieve greatness, and that's exactly my only priority when it comes to these towers.

"Working hard I see." A familiar and unwelcome voice came to my attention.

I look up. "Good afternoon, Father."

"I had some free time so I've come to check up on the towers and see how're you're doing with them." He wanders around my office looking around. "I've taken notice that Brooke is no longer working here, care to explain why?"

Placing my glasses onto the desk, I answer. "She was a distraction."

"Hm." He gave me an approving look. "You're taking things seriously."

I stare him in the eyes and confirm. "Yes, deeply."

"That's what I like to hear." He clears his throat. "Greyson, I've been watching the numbers, and hearing from business colleagues about how you're doing. Everything points that you are doing much better than anticipated even better than Hamilton could possibly have. And for that I'm proud of you, son."

There's many things my Father has said to me.

From ignorant to ungrateful, but never has he said he was proud of me. If you asked me how I felt ten years ago if my Father told me he was proud of me, I would probably throw a parade. But now, all I could think of is how overdue this was and how much it lost it's meaning to me.

I nodded. "Appreciate it."

"Well, I've wasted enough time, though I do have one thing to say." He stops before leaving. "Take a bloody break, will you?" He turns his head to look at me. "You look terrible, take a day off and do something. Perhaps spend time with your soon to be fiance? I can only imagine the negligence you have on her, lately. I expect to hear you taking a day off this weekend, son. Or I will place you back on probation to make sure you being overworked won't affect my towers.""

My eyebrows rose. "Wait...I'm off probation?"

"Son, you've been off probation since you boosted our income by another hundred million." Father informs me. "Anyways, I must be going. Enjoy your weekend."

"You as well." I tell him.

When the doors closed behind him, for some reason there was a sense of relief. I couldn't help but fall back and sigh.

I really do need a break

Father was right though, before these towers I used to take Sage out to restaurants frequently, to get her used to the lifestyle of the wealth. Although it's been somewhat shaky between us I think the distance we've kept has simmered down our problems. At least I hope.

Maybe I'll take a day off after all.

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~*SATURDAY AFTERNOON*~

"We've arrived, Sir." Walter informs me.

I look out the window at Sage's house and sigh. "Thank you, Walter. I'll be back shortly with Miss Slade."

"I will wait here, Sir." Walter nods.

When I got out of the car and began walking towards the door to her house, I took notice of how much more unfamiliar the place was since I haven't seen it in months.

I knocked on the door then waited until someone opened it, when it did open, it was Sage's father behind the door with a surprised look. "Mr-Mr. Blackstone, do you need something sir?"

"Your daughter." I tell him.

There was hesitation on his face. "She's...uh...well she's not here."

"Where is she?" I ask.

Mr. Slade shrugged. "I think she went out with a friend."

"How long do you think she'll take?"

He scratched his head. "I'm not sure, actually."

"Hm." I hummed, thinking of what to do.

He cleared his throat. "But you're welcome to wait in here for her, I'm actually preparing some burgers and catch up on some Football."

My Father told me to take it easy and if I were to leave this house without Sage, I would surely go back to work. Or work from home. So the idea of going back into the car wasn't a pleasant thought.

"A burger sounds...nice." Which was the truth, I hadn't had a burger in years. Fancy restaurants don't provide such a menu item. "I'll take you up on your offer, though I haven't watched Football in years, I'm pretty far behind."

Her father chuckled. "Trust me, as long as you understand what's going on during the game, that's all you need."

We walked inside of the house and I called Walter to tell him he is dismissed until further notice.

I'd be relaxing like the commoners.

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Night came and after watching more football than I have in my entire life all-together, I figured Sage would not be coming home for awhile. And since I've overstayed my welcome, so I called one of my other drivers to come and retrieve me, I have spent enough time 'relaxing'.

"My deepest apologies, she's usually never out this late." Mr. Slade apologizes.

I wave it off dismissively. "It's fine. I should have called before coming, that was bad on my part."

"Yes, well...I'm sorry, again."

I smile. "Don't. It's been a while since I have been able to leisurely sit down and watch TV and your burgers were truly fantastic."

"Thank you, that means a lot."

He opens the door and immediately we see a car pull up in front of the house. Without skipping a beat my eyes noticed the man behind the wheel and my vision became hazy, suddenly red was all I could see.

Sage gets out of the car with a large smile and waves goodbye, then closed the door. As soon as the car drives away she begins walking towards her house. That is until her eyes wander up and see me. They grow wide.

"What the fuck were you doing?" I bit out.

"Greyson." Sage breathes.

"Why the fuck were you with him?"

"Uh..." She bite her lip then walks inside of the house.

I slammed the door closed angrily and she jumped. "Explain what the fuck were you doing with Dorian Daray till eleven o'clock?"

Sage's father looked at us and saw my fury, I saw that he wanted to protect his daughter. If he did I'd let him, such as a thing a father should do, what I will not do is allow him to stop me.

"Mr. Blackstone, she was just hanging out with a friend, all teenagers do that." He defends her.

I growl. "That, Mr. Slade, is not a fucking friend."

"Greyson—" Sage starts.

I slice my eyes to her. "Shut it." Then look at Mr. Slade. "I'd appreciate alone time with her."

Mr. Slade looks at his daughter, she nods and he hesitantly walked away. Seconds after his departure Sage sent me a scowl. "What are you doing here?"

"I'll answer fucking questions when you answer mine. Now what were you doing with Dorian!" I bark.

Sage backed away, fear clouding her eyes. "Greyson, calm down, we were just hanging out."

"You do not 'hang out' with a guy five years older than your until eleven." I scowl.

If she thinks I'm stupid and don't know what's going on, then she's got another thing coming. A guy like Dorian does not 'hang out' with a high school girl unless there's other motives. She forgets that I was once a college student and that I'm still a man.

Sage crossed her arms, finding courage. "I'm allowed to hang out with whoever I want till whenever I want, Greyson. You don't own me."

"Not now, but in a few fucking months you'll be wearing my ring." I remind her.

"So until then I'm a free woman, I can do whatever I want." She hisses.

"Not fuck some guy you met two weeks ago!" I shouted.

"You have no right to say that!" She yells. "You sleep with women you met an hour ago, don't you dare say that about me. I'm not like you, I don't open my legs for just any guy!"

"But you'll do it for him."

"Ugh!" She groans, then stomps upstairs. "Go home! I don't want to talk to you."

Without hesitation I followed her up the stairs, she sped up and walked to her room. Before she could slam the door shut and lock me out like last time, I placed my hands between the door and endured the sharp pain of the door slamming against it.

The pain didn't hurt, what it did do was make me angrier.

"Go away!" Sage shouts.

I push the door and sent it flying open, she backed away to the other side of the room and I slammed the door shut. Her brows were furrowed and eyes narrowed at me, anger from her is nothing new to me, I've come to get used to it overtime.

It doesn't faze me one bit, especially since all I can think about is that fuckers hands on her all day. The thought that they stayed out this late made my eyes see nothing but crimson, fury was the only emotion I can interpret.

"Answer me! What did you do with him?" I demand.

"None of your business!" She snaps.

"Sage," I stalk towards her. "everything is my business when it comes to you."

"I'm not your's, Greyson, my business has nothing to do with you." She tells me, clenching her fists. "Especially when you're the one who sleeps around between us!"

"Did he kiss you?" I ask through gritted teeth.

Her jaw dropped. "What?"

"Did he fucking kiss you Sage!?"

"Th-That's none of your business either! I can kiss whoever I want."

"That didn't answer the fucking question Sage, did he or did he not kiss you?" I stare intensely at her.

"Greyson, just go away!" She begins walking away.

Immediately I grab her and yank her back. "Answer the question."

"Stop!" She yells, pulling her arm.

"Sage." I growl.

"Let go of me you asshole!" She tries breaking free but everytime she pulls, my grip grows tighter.

"Sage."

"Let go!"

"Did he or did he not kiss you?" 

"I don't need to tell you anything."

"Did he or did he not kiss you?" I repeat, sternly.

"Let go of me!" She hisses.

I pull her closer. "Did he. Or did he not. KISS YOU?"

"No! He didn't." She answers.

I frown. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying," She says, her face flushed, and eyes watery. "For your information I've never been kissed!"

I'm not sure what got into me

I've never been kissed!

It repeated over and over in my head.

I've never been kissed!

Like something was piecing together in my brain.

I've never been kissed!

A sudden urge began to overwhelm me.

Then

Without warning

I slam my lips onto hers.

It wasn't shocking to find that she tried to fight it off and push herself away, but I only just placed my hand behind her head and pulled her tighter against me. The kiss was awkward, surely, she was stiff and obviously against it.

However, gradually, she stopped fighting and pushing and her arms went slack. Her body was slowly relaxing and before I knew it she was submitting to the kiss. I backed away, realizing she needed air.

"Why...Why are you doing this?" She breathes.

Without answering I propped her against the wall, I cupped her face with one hand and placed the other onto the wall then crashed my lips onto her again. For some reason I can't stop myself, the more I kiss her the more I feel deprived, like she was water and I was in a desert stranded without any. It felt like it was necessary to kiss her at his point.

I slipped my tongue inside and felt her stiffen, her hands gripped tightly onto my shirt.

I backed way.

Sage looked at me with hooded eyes, her cheeks were flushed and she was breathless. I looked down at her swollen lips, tempted to go back. I've lost all sensibility and I'm not sure what I'll do if I continue to be around her.

"Why? Why did you..." Her words stray off.

Why did I kiss her?

Because you wanted to

No, that can't be the reason.

Yes it is. It's because you didn't want Dorian to be the one to steal her first kiss

Dorian

Dorian

I frowned, thinking of Dorian again made the fury bubble inside of me again.

It was clearly unsafe for me to be here, the malice that sprouted out of nowhere while thinking about her and Dorian made the situation serious. I kissed her because I didn't want another man to take her first kiss—please I didn't even want anyone to kiss her in the first place. The feeling was unfamiliar, there were no words to express how I felt about her and Dorian.

Something about her and him together leaves me in a pool of rage. Seeing nothing but red, unable to keep composed. I've never lost sensibility the way I have with her. No one pisses me off so much and makes me as outraged as Sage has.

"You will not see him again." I warn her.

Then, without saying anything more I stormed out of the room and left.

As usual, thank you guys for reading! I could not have reached #6 without you guys, I really