𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟒

STELLA

I was getting ready for bed, ready to fall asleep. Our school was on vacation so I had nothing to do. I'll hang out with my friends tomorrow but toI'm bored and lonely tonight, laying on my pillow and grabbing my teddy bear, holding it tight against my chest. These past few days, I've been stuck in my room, not wanting to cross lines with each of my parents.

I heard a click, probably of a window. It's probably my parents, until a hand clamped over my mouth, making me scream. The intruder flipped me over and I was facing Grayson fucking Meadows. "Oh my god!" I gasped for air. He smiled twistedly and removed his hand from my mouth.

"Listen, I'm sick of this. I need you, I want you."

"What the hell, Grayson? Are you alright? Are you high?"

"No, I'm not fucking high. I just want my head buried between your thighs, right now."

I stared at him with wide-open lips, confused and annoyed. Im so going to murder him. What does he want from me? I'm tired of him. Grayson is grey. He's either white or black, he was the definition of a mess. He makes me feel hesitant, he makes me feel bewildered.

"I don't want you, never will." I spat. He just smirked at me, I was so irritated by him. I tried to push him away since we were on my bed, with him towering over me. But, he grasped my wrists and placed them over my head.

"I have a question."

"What, Grayson?"

"Do you want kids, princess? Because, if so. I want our daughter to be as feisty as you."

"I don't want kids, too noisy. Plus, I'd never have kids with you! You're an asshole!" I sort of lied, I do want kids. But they are noisy. His mentioning of kids, made me feel heat crawling up to my neck to my cheeks. I think he realized I was blushing because his smirk became wider.

"I think we'll be the ones making the noise. Unless you want to take our sex somewhere else."

"I hate you, je te déteste." The French slipped out of my mouth.

"Moi aussi, mais j'aime chaque partie de te détester. Me fait te désirer encore plus." He responded. Grayson's French made me feel weird things, I hate how he talks with confidence. He knew too many languages, and he took too many classes. It made me want to learn the same languages as him so we could argue.

(Translation): Je te déteste: I hate you.

Moi aussi, mais j'aime chaque partie de te détester. Me fait te désirer encore plus: Me too, but I love every part of hating you. Makes me desire you even more.

"Fuck you, now get off me."

"I'd fuck you."

I gasped when he slid my shorts down. "Just this once, you won't regret it." He muttered against my lips. Our lips were practically brushing, making me look at him with a warning. Don't do it. Just do it. I had an eager feeling, what if our lips just kissed? It's only a kiss, right? Only this once.

I forgot about myself and pressed my lips against his. He took over and slid his tongue in, taking full control. I kissed him back, it felt so good. His mouth against mine, our bodies pressed together in need.

My panties were drenched at this point, I wanted him. What if, just one night? It wouldn't be bad. It'd be horrible. Grayson Meadows and me.

I felt his hand caressing my thigh, making me want more. Just the way his hands feel against my skin. Grayson's finger slid down my panties, I didn't look at him. I made sure my eyes didn't meet his. But he gripped my chin, making me look at him.