Legally Bound ~ Grumpy x Sunshine

Chapter 4

Grant:

"What's the lawsuit?" Warren asked, sitting down in my desk chair, moving side to side making it spin. 
"She's getting sued for $10,000. A lady claims she killed her dog. She's a vet." I said, sitting down in the chair Val was just sitting in. He nodded and got out his records book from the top drawer of the desk.
We kinda share this office. When dad was still alive, he shared it with us too.
"How much did you charge? You're usual?" He asked, still writing stuff down. I stayed silent for a while.
"Um... Nothing..." I said sheepishly. He looked up at me, his gaze on me darkening.
"Nothing. Nothing? Grant I get that she's hot but that's no excuse!" She shouted at me like I was a child. I rolled my eyes. "I don't... like her... I-I'm helping her out. She can't even afford to pay the plaintiff the cash of she does lose, Which, she wont." I tried to explain, but he started laughing. "You stuttered! You like her." He stopped laughing, but still had a grin on his face. "What you just said is all bullshit. Just admit it! You like her." I didn't respond. He caught me, and I already knew I was a blushing mess. Now he's gonna pick on me for the next 2 weeks, until he doesn't care anymore.
"Well what if I do? There's nothing wrong with that. And I'm just helping her out, this has nothing to do with me liking her." I crossed my arms and glared at him. 
"There's nothing wrong with it, this is just a big deal! You've never liked anyone romantically before, not even in high school!" Sexually too, but I didn't mention that part to him.
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I should go tell Danny!" 
My blood ran cold. Danny was our law buddy, who was a student alongside Warren, who I'd gotten to know. I liked him, but he would chatter to anyone who'd listen. If word got out that the son of a millionaire, well millionaire, had a thing for a normal girl like Val, paparazzi would go crazy. That's another reason I hate being wealthy now. Paparazzi. 
"You tell him, I swear you wont see the light of day for a fucking week." I leaned forward in my seat, and he stopped laughing, but still had a small smirk on his stupid face. He just nodded, and I could tell he learned his lesson.
"Well, I should leave. I was gonna ask if you could help me study, but... You seem to be in a bad mood." He stood, and before I could say anything he left. I sighed and got up. I didn't know where Princess was but I needed some comfort. I don't like scaring Warren like that, but sometimes, it's the only thing that'll get him to shut up. I walked through the house and spotted Valerie in the front room.
"Valerie, I thought you left?" I asked, walking up to her.
"Oh, um.. I'm just a little scared my car will get stuck in the snow..." She said, looking down.
I didn't know how long she was standing there, but I wasn't gonna let her go home in this weather, and it was getting dark. 
"You can stay here tonight. There's like 10 guest rooms and I could try to find you some clothes, although they might be big." I said. She looked up at me, not annoyed or upset for once. It was weird, but I couldn't make out what she was thinking. As I waited an answer from her, I let my eyes wonder. her dark eyes seemed to glow in the setting sun, and her lips were the prettiest shade of pink, with glitter lip gloss to make them shine. I wonder what they taste lik- GRANT! Get it together! 
She was still silent and I was getting a little worried. 

Valerie: 

Stay the night. With him? 
I know I've been quiet long enough, but I'm still trying to figure out why he's doing this. I thought he just wanted me around to piss me off. Apparently not. Apparently he's actually nice. Apparently I never realized how his hair fell perfectly around his face, even when messy- VALERIE! What the fuck is wrong with you?! 
"Oh, Yeah... um, thanks." I smiled a little. He smiled too.

He led me upstairs and let me pick a room. Each was themed with a different color. I chose the one that was green. My favorite color, and my dad's. 
He gave me some of his clothes to sleep in, sweatpants and a worn out Metallica t-shirt. The pants kept falling down so I didn't wear them, and the shirt almost went to my knees. I was comfy though, a-and it smelled nice. I need to find out what fabric softener he uses. 
I couldn't sleep that night. I laid there, tossing and turning. Although the comforter was thick and heavy, I was freezing. I finally fell asleep at like 5 am. Good thing tomorrow, well, today now, is Saturday. 
I woke up feeling like shit. My back was screaming at me. I'm too young to feel this old. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was 10 am. At least I got like 5 hours of sleep, about a small nap I guess. 
I climbed out of bed and put back on my clothes from yesterday and neatly folded the clothes Grant gave me, and laid them on the dresser. I walked over to the large window. There had to be like 4 feet of snow outside, and it was still coming down. 
I didn't wanna go downstairs and see Grant, but I did smell pancakes, and that gave me the motivation to go down. 
I got lost twice trying to find the kitchen. Fist, I opened the door that went to the basement, and then I walked in to what looked to be a home gym. Then I found the kitchen, the yummy smell now very strong. He was standing over the stove top that was on a giant island. 
"Your plates on the table." He said. I jumped a little from his voice. I wasn't expecting him to know I was there. 
I walked over to the kitchen table. If this is just the Kitchen one, I wonder how big the dining room table is.
There was a place made up at the head of the table, and the one next to that had my plate. I sat down. Buttermilk pancakes topped with strawberries and bananas, with whipped cream on top. I was in awe of how delicious the food looked, and when I took a bite, it was better than I imagined.
The pancakes were cooked to perfection, and the fruit gave it just the right amount of sweetness, alongside the taste of the syrup.
When he was done in the kitchen he came over and sat at the head of the table next to me, placing his plate down and he started eating himself.
"You like it?" He said, with a mouthful of food. Yuck.
"I do, but chew your food and swallow it before you speak to me." I explained, irritated. He swallowed and grinned. "Anything for you, Cocoa." He laughed, I rolled my eyes. Again with the fucking nickname?! I guess I should get used to it for the time being. Besides, after the lawsuit I'll never see him again, so it's gonna be fine. 
"Thank you, I worked hard making those pancakes perfect for you." He said, no visible food in his mouth this time. I sighed and nodded. I ate the rest of my food.