Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Nine

I woke up to the sun peaking through the curtains and a pounding headache. I sat up only to realize I'm not in my bed or my room. The room is much bigger than mine, it had darker tones of greys and blacks. The bed is a king with black sheets. Where the hell am I?

"Good morning," that smooth accented voice broke me away from examining the room. I looked up to find Greyson casually leaning against the doorframe.

"Where am I? How did I get here?" I asked, putting my hand up to my pounding head.

"You snuck into my club last night and got wasted so I brought you to one of my houses to sleep it off." He replied, walking closer.

He was wearing a dark grey suit with a white undershirt, grey tie and black shoes. His hair was combed perfectly out of his face, only one strand out of place, falling over his forehead. Why does he always look so perfect?

He had a glass of water in one hand and a pill bottle in the other. Setting the glass of water down, he popped open the bottle and held it out to me.

"It's Advil, for your hangover," he said as I eyed the bottle. I held my hand out and he let one pill fall into my hand.

"Thank you," I mumbled as I put the pill in my mouth and downed it with some water. "Where are the others?"

"They are at home, probably waiting for you." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Ok, I'll just take an uber home," I said as I sat up and stood from the bed. Greyson shook his head.

"No, I'll take you home, I was about to leave the house anyway." He asserted.

"That's ok really, you've done enough," I replied. He just stood in the doorway looking annoyed.

"It's easier for me to just take you, let's go," He rolled his eyes and walked out before I could argue. Not having the energy to argue ,thanks to my hangover, I just sighed and followed him out of the door.

I walked out to see we were in a large penthouse that overlooked the city. There was an entire wall of windows to the right in the living room and a balcony. There was a large sectional black leather couch with a matching glass table and across the way was a flat screen tv. There was an amazing kitchen with granite counters and an island as well as four ovens. Who the hell needs that many ovens?!

Greyson led me to an elevator and we got in. He hit the button for the parking garage. We were currently on the top floor, floor 42.

"So... this is your house?" I asked. That's possibly the dumbest question ever, but I needed some way to fill the awkward silence.

"This is my building," He responded in a bored tone. Of course he owns the whole thing. Ok I know I should be terrified of him because he's in the mafia, but he doesn't seem all that bad.

"I didn't do anything bad last night did I?" I don't remember anything other than dancing and the faint feeling of someone laying me in a bed.

"As long as you don't consider grinding on me bad," He said, turning his head to look at me. My head spun to face him, my eyes wide. His eyes traveled down my face, then down my body. Heat rose in my cheeks and I glanced away.

"I'm so sorry," I muttered.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not complaining," He whispered in my ear. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. He led me out of the elevator and over to a black Audi R8. He opened the passenger side door for me.

"Thank you," I smiled awkwardly as I walked up to the car and got in. He leaned down closer and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You also told me you think it's hot when I speak Italian and my accent is hot," He muttered in my ear. His lips lightly brushed my ear as he leaned back, sending shivers down my spine. Please tell me I didn't actually say that! Without another word he closed my door and got in on the driver's side.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was 8:40 a.m. There was also a text from Emma.

Em: We're just going to head to the cafe. Meet us there.

"You can just drop me at the cafe, my shift starts in 20 minutes and I'm supposed to meet my family there anyway." I muttered, staring out the window. He didn't say anything so I glanced at him and he just nodded.  When we made it to the cafe Greyson dropped me off and drove away.

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"When will you get off work so we can go hang out?" My brother pouted while spinning around in one of the stools at the bar. My mom dropped him off here an hour ago and went to hang out with Emma's mom.

"Kayden I've told you 10 times, I get off work at 3 p.m., it's 11 a.m. right now, you're a smart kid, do the math." I said, growing annoyed with my little brother. The bell rang and Greyson walked in with another guy.

He was a couple inches shorter than Greyson. He was covered in tattoos and was pretty muscular. His hair was dark brown and he had green eyes. He's pretty attractive. Not as hot as Greyson though.

They sat in Greyson's regular booth. I turned to Kayden and snapped my fingers to gain his attention.

"I'm going to go take care of those customers over there, don't move," I said in a serious tone.

"Yes mom," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. I smacked him lightly on the head with my notepad.

"I mean it," I pointed at him. He threw his hands up and I rolled my eyes at him before walking over to Greyson.

"What can I get you?" I asked politely.

"My usual," Greyson grumbled. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, does he not know the words please and thank you? I turned to his friend and asked him what he wanted.

"Just water please," he said with a smile. Now at least he had manners. I nodded and walked back over to the counter. I made Greyson's coffee and got a glass of water for his friend.

"V I'm boooored," Kayden said. I turned to him with a groan.

"Here, take this over to that table over there," I said, handing him the drinks and pointing to Greyson's table. He looked at me with wide eyes but got up to go give them their drinks.

I walked into the back room and sighed. I heard the door open and looked up to see Greyson coming over to me.

"That your brother?" He asked as he approached me. I nodded and closed my eyes, my head is killing me. I'm never drinking again. Greyson kept walking until he was standing right in front of me.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked as he just stood there, looking down at me.

"C'e qualcosa in te tesoro," (There's something about you darling.) he mumbled. Okay I didn't catch any of that. I stared up at him in confusion, his hand came up and held the back of my head as his head lowered towards mine. He moved until his face was centimeters from mine. I could feel his breath on my face and without thinking, I brought my lips up to meet his.

Hmmm.... what do y'all think about the cliffhanger? Ok I've spent all day working and I'm tired so goodnight. xoxo