GREY

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I raised my eyebrows in shock, "I'm sorry what"

"I'm your bio-"

"I heard you the first god damn time". 

"Oh sorry, you just said what so I assumed you didn't hear me," His natural loud voice said.

"I'm sorry i-i just don't know how to react um come in I guess" I led him over to my living room and sat him down

"would you like anything to drink" "no darling it's okay. Um. I'm sorry for your loss" "um thanks I guess." we sat there awkwardly for a while.

"Anna actually called me a few hours before she passed, to tell me about you. At first, I couldn't believe that I had a daughter, so I did a DNA test. Not once but four times by four different doctors to make sure"

"how the hell did you do a DNA test without me being there" I say shocked "I have a few, uh ways" He placed the four different files down on the coffee table.

"If you don't, believe me, we can also do another one but your trusted doctor if you'd like" He reassured me "um no need for that" I say flipping through the files.

My eyes start to turn glossy as I read the files. "Your mom never told me she was pregnant otherwise I would have been here with you" "I'm sorry, I just-" before I was able to finish my sentence I got cut off.

"I understand it's a lot to take in Grey, so that's why I don't want to push you" I wipe the tears away. We sat there in silence once again

"can I hug you" James says getting up from his seat. I nodded my head 'yes' and as well got up. I wrap my arms around his waist and he brings his arms around me. I've known his man for what? half an hour and I already feel safe.

Not too long after we pulled away and sat back down. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?" I say. "Oh um, well I'm from Italy, born and raised actually. I do still live in Italy, I'm engaged to another woman" he's... engaged.

He brought his grey eyes down "no wonder mom named me Grey" I interrupted him. "what," he says confused "your eyes, their Grey" I see the realization on his face and lets out a little smile

"and my dimples" I chuckle out. As well as he. "Well um Grey, I've already lost 17 years with you and I can't lose anymore" I look up at him in confusion

"I want you to come and move to Italy with me" "Mr. D'Angelo-" "oh honey please don't call me that, that just makes me sound old, please call me anything but Mr. D'Angelo"

"right, sorry Mr. James but I don't think im-" "don't decide now. Here's my number" he handed me a card "take your time to think about it. when you've decided, call me"

he gave me a reassuring smile. I nodded my head yes and walked him out. I lock the door behind me and make my way to the living room once again. Now I gotta make the world's biggest decision of my life. Live with my biological father. Or the foster care system since I'm not 18 yet.  Yeah, the answer is pretty clear. I'll call him tomorrow.

I wake up to someone calling my phone without looking at the number I answered "hello" my raspy voice says "hey Grey," Mr. James voice said on the other end. Wait how the fuck did he get my number?

"well um have you decided yet" I take a moment to recall everything from yesterday, "um yeah I did"

"well" you can easily hear the uneasiness on the other end. "I'll move in with you" "yes!" James screamed on the other end "get yourself packed up im come tomorrow and pick you up" without me saying a word he hung up. Dang.

The whole day went by pretty fast, only because I was packing. The next day came by. I'm sitting in the living room waiting. Not too long after I heard the doorbell ring. I stood up to see not one but four different men standing "Ms. Grey Stone," one of the men said,

"um yeah," I say oddly confused "Your father sent us here to grab your luggage" Father ha funny, gotta get used to that

"uh yeah" I stepped aside to allow them space to grab the thing. I gave my apartment key to the complex owner and signed a few papers. I make my way outside to see 5 Black Mercedes cars. I'm 100 percent certain he's rich. James steps out of one of the cars and comes closer.

"You ready" I nodded my head yes and sat in the car. The drive to the airport was no more than 15 minutes. I kept quiet, so did he. The car came to a complete stop and I made my way out. "You have a private jet!" I shouted "uh, yeah it's really nothing" James casually shrugged off "of course it's nothing" I whispered.

We sit down in our seats. I stayed quiet the whole time as we waited. I look over and see Jame pull out a cigarette packet. As he was about to light he noticed I was staring

"you don't mind do you" "your body, your choice" I turned my head and looked out the window. "Enzo come here" James calls a man wearing a suit and tie over.

"Take this, and get rid of all the cigarette packets I own" He tries to whisper. James's voice is naturally loud, so the whisper wasn't so much of one.

I let out a small smile. He's willing to quit smoking for his daughter, whom he has only met for 4 days now.