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Sammi POVI got home around half-twelve last night, which means today I'm not rushing. I can actually consider the next steps. I need to figure out when the guys will be out of the house for a few hours. I really want to have an aerial hoop installed in my room, but I can’t if they are at home. The issue is that they don't always work at the same time. I also don't want to make it obvious that I'm trying to find out when the house will be free. Walking down, the kitchen is empty, so I grab breakfast and walk through. I find them sitting in the office. They turn and look at me as I walk in and take a seat. “How's the business going?” I ask, trying to seem interested in my family's business. “All good. Why?” Joel looks at me, and I shrug. “Just wondered, that's all. I've not asked about them for some time now.” I smile at them. “Things are going well. Expansions have done well. You would know if you actually joined the family business instead of sitting out of it all.” Zade looks

Sammi POVI don't sleep well; I keep replaying the kiss over, not in a way to enjoy it, but because something feels missing. My mind keeps going to Grayson, of all people, the one person I hate. It makes absolutely no sense at all. After showing up and getting dressed, I cleaned around my room a bit. It’s already clean, but I want to ensure it's extra clean. Walking down, I grab breakfast. The guys are sitting and talking at the table. It’s only eight, but I’m eager for them to leave before Jake arrives, although he's not coming for over an hour. “What are your plans for today, kiddo?” Joel looks at me. “Playing grownup rather than being it,” Grayson laughs, and I launch the toast at his head.“Fuck you,” asshole. He sits laughing like it's amusing, but it's not. At all. “Stop picking on her guys.” Zade nudges Grayson. “I'm going to meet the women from work again,” I shrug slightly. “Again? You've basically made work your life.” Jax sits confused. “They are good friends,” I mut

Grayson POVMy eyes are fixed on the phone. I’ve tried calling Sammi a few times to apologise for my actions. She never answers, though. I’ve become obsessed. Before, it was easy to go all week and not think of Sammi, but since watching that film with her and then the whole shower thing...It's impossible."Gray!" Zade punches my shoulder to get my attention. "What is going on with you this week?" He sits amused, and I shrug."Not feeling it, that's all." I have to lie. I can’t say I’m jealous as hell that some guy had their tongue in his sister’s mouth, and how I wished it was me. That day, it was the last thing I expected to see. I had decided to go back and speak to her, admit that I fucking do like her, but her brothers complicate things. So, seeing her sitting in a car with a guy older than me and her brothers felt like a punch in the gut. After the initial shock, I walked towards the car, but they left. I should give up on her and stop thinking about her, but I can't. Each night

Grayson POVI rush through the streets, and no matter how fast this fucking car goes, it feels too damn slow. Luxe Nights...That was not what I expected to hear. I remember that bar briefly from a few stag nights. Each time I went, there were women dancing at the bar half-naked, drinks thrown over them. More dancing on poles and such. It's an amazing club, but I didn't miss the bruises on the women. Which is why I never returned. It's what Zade is missing and what I was talking about. He has his strip clubs, but nothing that stands out. I stay focused on the road, listening to her. I can hear him shouting, but I can't make out his words.Her breathing quickens with each thud. "Talk to me, Angel. You still haven't." She needs to talk to me and stay grounded, as it’s not a five-minute fucking drive. "I'm sorry, Gray,” she whispers as she cries. I swear I'll kill him. "Don't fucking apologise for this, don't ever apologise for a guy trying to take advantage." She isn't to blame. I don

Grayson POVI stay facing the floor of the bathroom and keep my eyes fixed on it even more when I hear the shower stop. She walks to me and reaches past. It takes every ounce of my willpower to stay facing down when all I want to do is glance up and see her body wet. "Gray, I can't reach the towel; it’s behind you," she whispers, and I groan. I’m sitting with the cupboard door facing my side. I move slightly and pull the door open. My hand reaches in blindly, and I groan when I feel it empty. "There's none in this cupboard," I mutter and stand, still keeping my eyes down. "You can look at me." She steps forward until her body is pressed against mine, which means I'm staring down at her breasts. Groaning, I stroke my fingers up her side."I'm not fucking you, Angel, not tonight." My head raises, and I look into her eyes. "Tomorrow, right?" she asks, and I groan. I know I said tomorrow, but I’m regretting that already. Yet, the idea of refusing and her running off with another guy t