Grayson POVI sit feeling annoyed. There’s a lot about me that Sammi doesn't know. Well, didn't know. She looked off when I walked in, and the more her brothers joke about me cheating and fucking a random woman, the more I see her worry grow.Nothing I say will ease that worry and doubt that anything I do will. Even I know that. Every part of me wants to grab her, kiss her and reassure her, but I can't. Well, I can, but she will hate me for it, as it means telling her brothers I'm fucking her. Olivia hugs me, and I glare at her; I fucking told her not to touch me. She chuckles and moves back."We're out tomorrow night. Are you coming?" Zade looks at her. I go to answer, and she speaks."Yes, Gray already offered me to join him, didn't you, babes?" She leans forward to kiss my cheek, and I almost flinch back, but Zade watches, so I fucking let her while swearing to shout at her for it after. To be fair, she has no idea I'm fucking and dating Sammi. I didn't want to risk telling her."I
Grayson POV My day drags on, and I can’t stop myself from spamming Sammi’s phone. She has to talk to me eventually, right? She can’t just erase me like I don’t exist, though she’s doing a damn good job of it.I’ve been drinking more than I should, trying to numb the ache, but it’s not working. The way she’s shutting me out, ignoring me like I never mattered, it fucking hurts. Zade’s talking about plans for tonight, something I’ve already decided to bail on. What’s the point? I just want to be here, maybe break into her room if I have to, force her to hear me out. She can’t keep avoiding me forever.Then, I hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor. My head snaps up, and there she is. She doesn’t even glance my way, just walks right past me, sits down, and starts eating. She’s right there, and it’s like I’m invisible. I can’t tear my eyes away, waiting for her to look at me, to acknowledge I’m standing right here, breaking apart. But nothing. She talks to Zade like I’m not even in
Sammi POVWhat my brothers said won’t stop echoing in my head. They know Grayson, really know him, so for them to think he’ll cheat... it just confirms everything I’m afraid of. I’ve been trying to hold it together, but it’s slipping through my fingers, especially after seeing them—Grayson and Olivia—sitting together. It felt like a punch to the gut.I wanted to believe he was different. I needed to. But then Olivia starts talking, spinning her little story about how she knows exactly how to keep a man like Grayson faithful. The way she got all graphic about how she used her mouth on him before they got here... it was like she was twisting a knife into me on purpose. She knew what she was doing, smiling at me like she was enjoying watching me break. I couldn’t take it.When she mentioned a picture, bragging that she was about to show everyone, I couldn’t breathe. I bolted. I couldn’t handle hearing any more of it.Maybe I’m a coward for not confronting him, for avoiding him, but I can
Sammi POVI know what he wants. It’s not hard to see, but can I really give it to him? Every part of me is terrified. My feelings for him are already spiraling out of control, and if I give in, if I take that risk—what then? I’ll be shattered. And no one will be able to put me back together.But it’s not even the thought of being broken that scares me the most. It’s him being the one to break me. And if my brothers found out… Oh God, if they knew he was the one who did it, there’s no doubt they’d kill him.I can’t stop thinking about my brothers. And he’s their friend. What kind of man would risk everything, including his own life, if there wasn’t something real between us? He wouldn’t do that to me, would he?“I’m sorry, Sammi,” his voice is soft, a whisper that clings to the air between us. His hand stays gently on my neck, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I can’t. “I should’ve been honest. I should’ve told you everything about my past. But if I did, you’d know it all,
Grayson POVI wake up with Sammi still wrapped around me, her warmth soothing but reminding me of just how much I’ve messed up. I’ve made so many mistakes, and I know it.Fake dating Olivia was beyond stupid, and all of this—every ounce of pain and confusion—wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t dragged her into our lives. That’s done now. No more lies, no more pretending. I’m with Sammi. Even if we have to keep it a secret for now, I’m not going to fake date anyone else. Ever again.Her fingers softly trace the tattoo along my neck, her touch like electricity dancing over my skin. She doesn’t realize it yet, but I’m already thinking about getting a tattoo for her, something that will show her I’m serious—that this isn’t just about sex for me. But how could I do that without her brothers noticing? I can’t exactly get her name inked across my chest without raising suspicion.My fingers brush over the heart necklace she’s still wearing. She didn’t take it off. Even after everything that’s
Sammi POVMy day has disappeared in the art room, and I hate to admit it, but I’m struggling. It’s not like I expected this to be easy, but today feels like a losing battle. There’s something missing, and I can’t figure out what it is. Every sketch I’ve started has ended up crumpled and tossed aside like trash. I glance at the clock. Three O'clock. Three, and I’ve got nothing to show for it.With a frustrated sigh, I throw another piece of paper onto the growing pile when my phone rings. Grateful for the distraction, I grab it quickly.“Hello?” I mutter, glaring down at my latest failed sketch.“Sammi, are you busy?” Willow’s voice sounds hopeful on the other end, but I’m so desperate for a break that I don’t even care what she needs.I am busy, but not with anything worth sticking to. “No, what’s up?” I ask, trying not to sound too relieved.“Can you come to mine?” Her voice has a hint of urgency, and I don’t even think twice before agreeing.“Sure, I’ll be right there. See you soon.
Sammi’s POVWe’ve been sitting for hours, and I’ve filled her in on every insignificant detail of my life. I won’t lie—I distanced myself. After losing my job, I became so focused on the new one and Jake that I barely spoke to her. I know that now.“Here,” she says suddenly, tossing something at me. I catch it instinctively, confused, before looking down. “You know my work schedule. I’m on from eight till six most nights. If you and Grayson need a place to fuck each other into oblivion without worrying about your brothers, use this.”I stare at the key in my hand. “Are you serious?”She smirks. “If I can’t help you get laid with the guy you’re in love with, when can I help?”“I’m not in love with him,” I mumble, trying to convince both her and myself.Her eyebrow arches. “You are, or you wouldn’t be this scared of getting hurt,” she says, her voice softer.I shake my head, refusing to agree. I haven’t said it to Grayson, and I’m sure as hell not admitting it to her.“Come on, let’s ge
Sammi POVHe releases my hair, his hand pushing my head down until my cheek is pressed against the floor. As soon as it is, he slams into me with a single powerful thrust.I let out a small cry. Grateful that I was wet enough that he slid in easily, but it was still painful in some senses, not that I cared. The pain twisted and bound with the pleasure as my eyes watered, and I felt like I was stretched to the max.He drew back and slammed into me again, and I clawed at the floor. "Fuck, you're tight." He groaned, and slammed into me again. "That's it, Angel. You take it, you can take it."Grayson's hand moved from my neck, grasping my other hip in a more punishing grip. His thumb stroked over my ass, and I struggled to compose myself.My breath came out in soft pants. I was impossibly full; gradually, the pain from it subsided and left only a delicious pleasure and pressure in its place. My teeth managed to unclench enough for a moan to slip out.I push back on him, desperate for me.