Grayson Hawthorne X Ethan Myers

Capitolo 3

A dark-haired women in an all-white power suit met Louis, Nate, J.J, and I the second we stepped past security. "Mr. Myers." She nodded to me, then to my brothers, as she added on a second identical greeting. "Mr. Myers." She turned, expecting us to follow. To my chagrin, we both did. "I'm Alisa Ortega," she said, "from McNamara, Ortega, and Jones." Another pause, then she cast a sideway glance at me.
"You are a very hard young man to get ahold of."

I shrugged. "I live in my car."

"He doesn't live there," Louis said quickly. Tell her you don't."

"We're so glad you could make it."

(Time skip)

We arrived at "Hawthorne House" and damn it's not a house it's a fucking castle. There was half dozen cars parked out front and one beat-up motorcycle that looked like it should be dismantled and sold for parts. I definitely wanna ride it later.

Alisa eyed the bike. "Looks like Nash made it home."

"Nash?" J.J asks

"The oldest Hawthorne grandson," Alisa replied, tearing her gaze from the motorcycle and staring up at the castle. "There are four of them total."

Four grandsons. I've already met Grayson. The perfectly tailored suit. The silvery gray eyes. The arrogance in the way he'd told me to assume he knew everything. Classic rich guy. Maybe his older brothers different? I bet his brother is way cooler than him judging by the beat up bike.

Alisa gave me a knowing look. "Take it from someone who's both been there and done that—never lose your heart to a Hawthorne."

I scoffed, "I would never date one of those spoiled brats."

"You've arrived." A familiar voice said. "And right on time. I trust there were no problems with your flight?"

Grayson Hawthorne was wearing a different suit now. This one was black—and so were his shirt and tie.

"You." Alisa greeted him with a steely-eyed look.

"I take it I'm not forgiven for interfering?" Grayson asked.

"You're nineteen," Alisa retorted. "Would it kill you to act like it?"

"It might." Grayson flashed his teeth in a smile. "And you're welcome."

Grayson then turned towards me and Louis. "May I take your coats?"

"I'll keep mine." I replied.

"And yours." Grayson asked each one of my brothers.

Louis and J.J took off their jackets and gave it to him and Nate kept his. Grayson walked underneath one of the stone arches. On the other side, there was a corridor. Small square panels lined the wall. Grayson laid a hand on the panel and pushed. He turned his hand ninety degrees, pushed in the next panel, and then, in a motion too fast for me to decode, hit at least 2 others. I heard a pop, and a door appeared, separating itself from the rest of the wall as it swung open.

"The fuck...?"

Grayson reached in and pulled out a hanger. "Coat closet."

Alisa took that as her question to leave us in Grayson's capable hands.

"Have you never heard of doors or do rich people like to make things difficult?" I said trying to act like I wasn't impressed. Grayson ignored my comment.

I heard a creak, then a bam. There was shuffling sound back behind the coats, and then a figure in a shadow pushed through them and stepped out into the light. A boy, maybe my age, maybe a little younger. He was wearing a suit, but that was where the similarities with Grayson ended. This boy's suit was rumbled, like he'd taken a nap in it—or twenty. The jacket wasn't buttoned. The tie lying around his neck wasn't tie. He was tall but had a baby face—and a mop of dark, curly hair. His eyes were light brown and so was his skin.