EIGHTY SIX

GRAYSON'S POV

I woke up that Saturday morning, feeling the empty space beside me in bed. Jocelia must have left early. She’d thrown a fit about sleeping in my room last night, and I’d been too exhausted to argue. I groaned and yawned, rubbing my eyes with my hands before getting out of bed, my hair a complete mess.

I glanced around the room, still half-asleep. Jocelia's perfume lingered in the air, a reminder of the late-night argument. Stretching, I shuffled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to wake up fully. As I brushed my teeth, I thought about how complicated things had become.

Jocelia's relentless pursuit of being in my life was wearing me down. I didn't want to think about her right now, but it was hard to ignore her constant presence. I sighed, rinsing my mouth and running a hand through my hair, trying to tame it somewhat.

Heading downstairs, I wondered where she might have gone. Her ambitious nature probably meant she was off scheming somewhere. I poured mysel