Unexpected Love

Chapter 13 - Bailey

"Why are you wet?" Greyson's voice bellows from behind me, as he makes his way to us from the house.

"That's what she said." Both Riley and Anthony snicker.

Out of all the people that could have walked out and seen us drenched and dripping water, it had to be Greyson. I wouldn't mind Ashton coming out and seeing us like this. At least he wouldn't have said anything, he probably wouldn't have even cared.

I look up Greyson, out of the fancy outfit he had graced everybody's eyes with he was now wearing gray sweatpants. Yes, very attractive gray sweatpants with a white t-shirt.

Did they really have to be gray?

"Ask your brother," I grumble out squeezing the water out of the bottom of my now-ruined dress. We had just gotten out of the pool a few minutes after watching Riley and Anthony fight for what felt like hours.

Together they were literally unbearable.

Riley was to no surprise yelling at Anthony for getting us in the pool in the first place. Constantly splashing him with the cold water. He would take her abuse with a smile on his face. As if he were finding amusement in this entire situation.

It wasn't the least bit funny.

I was cold.

Once Greyson reaches where were standing. He stands directly in front of me, not too close but not far either. He checks us out, eyes moving from his brother who was now holding Riley's heels staring at her with a weird gleam in his eyes. His face; soft as he watches her squeeze the excess water from her drenched hair. We watch as Riley swat Anthony on the back of his head for trying to touch her hair.

Finally, his eyes land on me, much to my dismay. I didn't need him noticing how much he affected me, especially since I was still mad at him for no apparent reason, so what if he liked Delilah, who cares if she even liked him back? They would look great together, and make beautiful babies. As much the thought sent a wave of nausea through me.

I don't know why it bothered me so much. I was the new girl in town, I wasn't what he wanted. I was a business investment really, who knew what he was gaining by buying me that store. My skin immediately heated at his gaze, the cold that I was feeling, long gone.

He was staring at me, eyes darkening with every dip of his brown eyes. He starts with my wet dripping hair and moves down to my paler-than-usual skin because of the cold water that was embedded in my skin. My cheeks were probably red from the cold or Greyson watching me. His eyes then move down my body and sure enough, his gaze stops at my boobs.

My hard nipples stare back at him. My wet dress clings to my body from the top to the bottom. The one day I decide not to wear a bra my nipples decide to give a show, and for Greyson out of all people.

I guess I really didn't spare Greyson, a tight dress was better than a wet one.

He can't seem to take his eyes off of them either. He wets his lips as his eyes stay on their target. I move my arms to hug my chest which breaks his concentration on my tits. He clears his throat knowing he was staring longer than he should have been.

I hated having soaking wet clothes on. It was the equivalent of having wet socks. A grimy feeling that made me uncomfortable and claustrophobic. My heels were long discarded my feet were stepping in the grass that was now mud from the amount of water I was dripping. My dress was soaking my panty line probably showing from how tight my dress was clinging to me.

I was wet and standing in front of the man who I had been ignoring all day.

This was going to be fun.