Grey's

•𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘•

~𝚅~
𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕

Waking up I wipe my tired eyes and am instantly blinded. The sun shines in broad daylight and I'm suddenly aware of my state. I must've fallen asleep.

I guess Grey moved me to the passenger seat as I sat here in the passenger seat in my previous clothes... just no pants.

Picking up my shorts on the floor board I slip them on and find the car empty. I look around for Grey and peer out the window.

I look outside and see his figure in dress pants and a white dress shirt. That must've been uncomfortable to sleep in.

I get out the car and walk towards him. "morning." I greet in a small voice behind him.

He turns around and looks down and smiles when he sees me. He smirks with a cigarette in his mouth and I frown.

"yuck." I look at it with disgust.

He holds it and blows a puff out to the side, and it makes me cough. "bad habit." He takes another drag. I look at it with such disgust and he blows his final smoke out before crushing it under his shoe.

"How did you sleep?" I ask timidly.

"Hm. You on top of me the entire night. Can't complain." He smirks.

"B-but I was in the p-passenger seat." I point.

"Oh. I moved you to have a smoke." He stuffs his hands in his pocket.

double yikes. Dress pants and someone on top of your body while sleeping? I feel bad for him honestly.

"Did you want breakfast?" He asks. I shake my head.

We end up looking at the view for a little while before heading back to the car. I didn't dare talk about last night, but his hand on my thigh told me everything.

While driving I played with his fingers nonchalantly until his phone buzzed.

"Violet will you pass me that?" He glanced at his phone.

Picking it up it was an unregistered number and so I passed it to him.

He lets go of my thigh and picks up the phone "Jones speaking."

"Mr. Jones I..." I got out.

I didn't want to be nosy but I really wanted to listen. Instead I distracted myself by counting red cars.

I was once told you never really realize things till your looking for it. You don't look for red cars until you look for them. Other wise the red cars would pass and not mean a thing. Maybe you wouldn't even register it's red! Mind boggling I know.

"I'll be there in a second." Grey responded and slammed his phone down.

He turned his blinker on and made a sharp U turn that had me flying.

"Violet, I need to go to my warehouse and you're coming with me," He looked towards me as if he was questioning rather than a statement.

"ya, that's fine." I picked at my fingers. Warehouse? Oh! Must be his father's business thingy! I wonder what kind of thing they produce.

"Thank you baby." He broke away from the wheel and kissed my forehead.

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Pulling into a big abandoned building, it looked rusted and about to break down. It was in the middle of nowhere, but there were cars everywhere.

Getting out Grey waited for me with his hand out for me to take. We walked in together and a whole security squad was standing at the front. A little intimidating...

They all nodded at Grey and he nodded back. "Boss, he's in your office." One of them said.

"Great." Grey slightly gritted out.

His grip tightened and I struggled to keep up with his fast pace. Eventually he noticed and walked at my comfortable pace.

Inside was all metal and secure. Nothing like it's old outside façade. There were metal stairs to the upper level and they groaned with each step we took. Grey led me up two flights of stairs until we reached the level he was looking for. I was winded since I'm out shape, but Grey was fine. Weirdo.

Entering the floor there were no men in sight. Previous to this floor there were men pooling in and out of floors. The main floor was packed with men and their guns with serious looks. I wasn't a fan.

We came close to an industrial like door. Grey typed in a key to the door and put his finger print.

"memorized the code?" He joked.

I blushed and looked away for his privacy.

After a click he then opened the door revealing a very spacious room. Like his office there was a huge desk, but instead of book shelves there were bulletin boards. Sticky notes, maps and strings were covering the board. Infront of his desk were two chairs. It was as cliche as an office from Criminal Minds.

"Mr. Jones, we need to talk." Said a man who seemed to be leveled and put together. He wore a nice button up but a very stern look.

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