THE MORTON QUADRUPLETS

CHAPTER 10 - ELLIE

I stare at Greyson. He looks a bit taller. His shoulders are broader. He has a scruffy beard that makes him look more attractive than I have ever seen him. He is wearing a dark grey suit that is tailor made for him. The oxblood-coloured tie he is wearing also suits him perfectly.

He his well-built. He looks really good. I take two steps towards him.

"Greyson" My voice fails me. It comes out as a whisper filled with all the longing of the last ten years. Betrayed by y own voice. My heart aches deeply. It feels like it is tearing holes in my chest. Something this painful must most certainly be bleeding.

Greyson stares at me. A whirlwind of emotion crosses his face. I look on as one emotion replaces another, and another. I smile sweetly at him and take another step closer. He smells so good.

"Greyson" My voice is steadier now. I place my palm on his chest and can feel his heartbeat drumming through his shirt. I desperately want to put my arms around him and cling to him and cry out everything that happened to me in the last ten years.

The last emotion that settles into place on Greyson's beautiful face is anger. He is furious.

He wraps his large warm hand around my thin fragile looking wrist. His mouth has set into a thin line. His eyes are cold and glaring. He removes my hand from his chest and practically throws it back to me.

"What are you doing here Elrissa?" His voice is much deeper than it used to be. It trembles to my core. Greyson always had a way to speak right to my soul. He used my full name, an indication that we are no more than acquaintances. The memories of him leaving me on the last day of school flashes back to me. His mother luring me to Paris to leave me there with no means to get home. That's right. He chose not to be more than acquaintances a long time ago.

I pull myself together and set my shoulders straight. I need to keep myself together for tonight. I can fall apart later.

"I was acquired for the evening by your friend, apparently" I look Greyson in the eyes as I answer him. He has a look of disgust in his eyes.

"A whore? You wanted to be a lawyer! I helped you apply to all the best universities. You were placed top of your year!" Greyson turns his back and runs his hands through his thick mane of hair.

He turns back to me. His eyes blazing brighter with more fury.

"Your accommodation was set for the entire year to follow. You already had all your books." He shakes his head. He sounds out of breath with anger. "You just needed to show up!"

I stare at Greyson. I can feel the blood drain from my face. Greyson's anger does not make sense to me. You cannot be angry and feel nothing for a person. Anger is an emotion reserved for someone who you feel something for.

He swears under his breath.

"You chose this life over me. We had a bright future. We were going to be amazing." The sadness is back in his eyes. "My mother was right about you. You are just a whore."

He turns and leaves the room and pulls the door closed behind him.

I am shocked to my core. I did not choose this. I did not choose any of this. I sit on the bed, unwilling to leave the room and face Perry or any of his other awful guests.

I feel filthy. A whore.

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It was the longest trip on the boat. I'm sure it didn't really last longer than usual but it feels like I sat in that room for what felt like forever.

I walk through the doors of the clubhouse and rush to the car waiting for me. I get in before the driver can get out to open the door for me. He looks at me in surprise but turns forward and drives me to my apartment building in silence.