Chapter 5

Callie

“I don’t think I can handle Grayson much longer,” I said to Isaiah when I packed up my bag in the office. It was time for us to head home. We both worked on Saturdays and Sundays because it was realistic to meet with couples then.

“Well, from what I hear, you did great today.” Isaiah was finishing up the last files before he collected his things too.

Isaiah was right. I had done great today. I had bitten my tongue and not said anything when Grayson acted like a child. He’d gone out of his way to find reasons why every venue was a problem, and he’d talked Abigail and Carter out of two of them. I couldn’t figure out what he was trying to do. He insisted on being involved in every step of the way, but at the same time, he shot down everything I suggested. It was starting to feel personal because he was sweet as could be to Abigail and a good friend to Carter. Maybe he didn’t like me. Maybe he wanted nothing to do with me.

Well, he would have to put up with me until the wedding. After that, we wouldn’t have to see each other ever again. Until then, this was about Abigail and Carter, and I wouldn’t let him mess things up.

What irritated me even more was that Grayson was so attractive. When he was making snide remarks about my ideas, it was easy enough to stay pissed at him, but the moment he kept quiet, his good looks drew me. Today, something about him had been different. His eyes had held something I hadn’t been able to place, something sad. When he hadn’t been getting involved with the planning process, he’d looked like a man who had lost hope. I wondered what had happened to him to put that look in his eye.

Every time he opened his mouth and said something else that irritated me, I stopped feeling sorry for him and decided he was a dick. The whole day, I had been bouncing back and forth between feeling sorry for him and wishing he would go right back to whatever hole he’d crawled out of.

I left the office and drove to my apartment where I climbed into the shower and washed my hair. We were headed out to a club tonight to let our hair down and spend time together as friends. Since Abigail had come home, I hadn’t had time alone with her, but I had to accept that she was with Carter, and I wouldn’t get time with her alone again. Carter was her other half now.

I chose a low-cut top and a high-waisted skirt that looked like a dress when I put them together. I put on black heels and pinned my hair back. With smoky eyeshadow and a nude lip, I was ready to go.

We went to Kingdom, an intimate club with high-tech sound and light shows. It wasn’t exactly what I would have chosen for a party night, but Abigail had always loved the place, and Carter had insisted he wanted to see every side of her. Abigail was different, quirky, and it was what I loved about her.

The club was full, and the music was so loud, it thumped straight through me, vibrating every fiber of my being. We had taken shots at the bar, and we stood to the side, sipping the drinks we ordered. The alcohol was really making my head spin, and I was starting to relax after being upset and uptight the whole day.

I was aware of Grayson. I told myself I was keeping an eye on him, so he wouldn’t upset Abigail, but in truth, I was watching him because he was more magnetic than usual. He wore a cream-colored collared shirt with jeans that were faded in all the right places and loafers that looked expensive. He carried himself with confidence, and he oozed sex appeal. Carter looked good too. Abigail couldn’t keep her hands off him, but it was easy to see that Grayson stole the show. Every woman in the room was staring at him.

And Grayson pretended not to notice. There was something about his arrogance that irritated me. There was a lot about Grayson that drove me crazy.

Abigail and I were dancing to the music, moving our bodies to the beat. Carter and Grayson stood against the wall, watching us. Even though we had an entourage, it felt great to spend time with Abigail again. We hadn’t done it in so long.

“I’m going to head to the dance floor with Carter,” Abigail said, leaning into me so I could hear her over the music. “Are you coming?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t going to dance with the two of them like a third wheel, and there was no way I was going to head out onto the dance floor with Grayson. No matter how much he was staring at me. Because that was exactly what he was doing. I was sure he was doing it only to piss me off more.

Abigail grabbed Carter by the hand and dragged him through the crowd. I lost sight of them within seconds. I sipped my drink, swaying to the music. Grayson walked up to me, and I tried not to take a step away. I didn’t want to be rude.

“You know, I’m only trying to help,” he said. He had to lean in so I could hear him, and I shivered when I felt his breath against my ear. If he had said anything other than that, I might have responded differently. I might have turned my head and given him the opportunity to kiss me. The alcohol was making me horny, and Grayson was an Adonis, so handsome I wanted to be a damsel in distress.

Instead of throwing myself at him, I practiced self-control and let the anger take over instead.

“Don’t even throw that bullshit,” I snapped. “Anyone with half a brain can see you don’t care about their love. You’re selfish. You’re letting whatever’s bothering you get in the way when this isn’t about you.”

Grayson looked stunned. I put my empty glass down on the floor against the wall and stormed away before I could feel bad about what I’d just said to him.

“Callie,” Grayson called, but I didn’t want to hear it. I weaved through the crowd to the door. I needed fresh air.

Grayson grabbed my wrist as soon as we broke free from the crowd, and he could catch up with me. I spun around, glaring at him.

“Unhand me,” I demanded.

Instead of letting me go, Grayson pulled me to him. I wanted to fight him on it, but I was unstable on my heels with the alcohol in my system and my body crashed against his. My face was suddenly only inches away from his, and my breath hitched in my throat. The atmosphere flooded with sexual tension, and all I could think about were his lips.

Grayson’s eyes slid down to my mouth, and I knew he was thinking the same thing. Before I could react, before I could take a step back or decide I was making a mistake, Grayson kissed me.

Everything fell away. Grayson’s lips were warm and firm on mine, his body pressed against me, and I couldn’t think about anything other than the heat radiating off him and the wetness starting to pool between my legs. God, I wanted him. I had wanted him since the moment I had met him, but his stupid comments and my irritation had stopped me from thinking about it too much. With his lips against mine and the bulge in his pants growing, it was hard to ignore what I was feeling.

Grayson broke the kiss, and his eyes were dark. I looked up into them and noticed golden flecks I hadn’t seen before. Hunger was written all over his face, and it resonated with how I felt.

Without a word, Grayson spun around. He still held me by the wrist and dragged me with him. I didn’t fight him. I didn’t think about it. If I had thought about it, I wouldn’t have fought him. Grayson pulled me away from the thudding music and the pulsating crowd to the storage areas. He tried the first door he found, and it opened. It was a storage closet with a light that was already on, and he pulled me into it with him, shutting the door.

My breath came fast, and it was loud in my own ears. I couldn’t think straight. The alcohol made my vision swim, but Grayson was perfect. He pressed me up against the wall and kissed me again, pinning me with his body. It was impossible to miss the erection in his pants, his hard cock that he ground against me.

What was I doing?

Grayson ran his hand down my neck and onto my breast, and I stopped thinking altogether. He squeezed my breast, working me into a frenzy. When he pulled down the neckline of my top and the cup of my bra, I gasped into his mouth. He tugged at my hard nipple, and I whimpered. It was a direct line to my pussy, and I was so hot for Grayson, I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust.

Grayson moved his hand down my body, down my bare leg, and under my skirt. He tugged my panties down and pushed his fingers into my wet slit.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he growled.

I couldn’t say anything to that. It was true.

Grayson pushed his fingers into me, pumping them in and out, and I arched my back and tipped my head up, moaning. He kissed me again and slid his fingers over my clit. I shivered. Grayson rubbed me faster and faster, coaxing an orgasm out of me. The thrill of what we were doing, the alcohol, and how fucking hot Grayson was pushed me over the edge in no time at all.

When he let go of me, I gasped for air. My head was spinning, every nerve ending on fire. I was driven by lust. Grayson unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was hard, large. He paused for a moment to pull on a condom. I hiked up my leg, and Grayson put his hand on my thigh, keeping me in place. He found my entrance and pushed into me.

I cried out as he slid in to the hilt, and Grayson pressed his lips against mine to muffle the sound. The music was loud in the dancing area, but we weren’t that close, and if someone walked past, they might hear me.

Grayson started moving back and forth, bucking his hips against me, sliding in and out. He fucked me hard up against the wall of the storage closet, and it was as hot as it was dirty. Grayson was practically a stranger, and I let him take me.

A second orgasm built at my core as he rammed into me, my body at his mercy. His head was next to mine, and he grunted close to my ear. My breathing was shallow, forced out of my lungs with every stroke.

Before long, the second orgasm coursed through me, and I cried out as it consumed me. I came undone at the seams, and a moment later, Grayson came too. He pushed deep into me and released. He shuddered, and I felt him pulsating inside me.

A moment later, it was all over. Grayson pulled out of me and stepped back, zipping himself up again. I pulled up my panties, and I knew they were going to be a mess because I had nowhere to clean up. Checking to see I was dressed, Grayson opened the closet door, and we both stepped back into the club. Grayson disappeared into the crowd.

“Callie,” Abigail said when she found me. “Where were you?”

“In the bathroom,” I said, thinking on my feet, but still feeling Grayson’s lips on my body. “I was sick. I think I drank too much. I need to go home.”

Abigail shook her head. “Are you going to be okay?”

I nodded and pressed my hand against my head. I let her walk me out and order me a cab. As the cab drove away, and I was alone, my mind started working again.

What the hell had I done?

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