Grayson Hawthorne X OC
Lieta Mae Cege, half sister to Avery and Libby Grambs. She is the daughter of Ricky Grambs and her mother, who handed her over the second she was born. After inheriting billions along with her sister, she moves into the Hawtho...
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Lieta's POV:
"There's paparazzi at the gate." Alisa sighed and walked into the large kitchen most of us were in.
"What do they want?" Grayson questioned from my side, giving my waist a squeeze with his left hand.
"They want to ask the girls questions about Ricky Grambs." Alisa crossed her arms.
"I don't want to." I stated and carefully grabbed Grayson's hand. I could feel his eyes on me, though I didn't want to seem scared.
"Neither do I." Avery said quietly. Libby shook her head agreeing with her sisters' statements.
"I've told them, but they've refused to leave for the past hour, they want a statement." Alisa explained.
"They want a statement, do they?" Grayson said the now less familiar cold tone coming back to his voice.
"It's fine, Gray." I played with his fingers, though he refused to give in.
"If they want a statement, they'll get a statement." He removed his hand from my waist and made his way out of the kitchen.
"That's never good." Nash chimed in, as I quickly rushed after Grayson.
"Grayson! Don't do anything stupid." I ran after him. Grayson's strides were long and even, you could tell that his mind was now a ticking time bomb and I needed to stop him, though I wasn't sure I could.
"Grayson." I rushed trying to reach him though he made it out the front door, which had a one way window to the outside.
"Oh shit." Xander laughed though quickly looked away, trying to avoid my glare.
"Oh this is bad." I bit my lower lip, watching my boyfriend stride towards the paparazzi.
"Don't just stand there, go after him!" I rambled, pushing John out the door. He quickly made his way towards the gate, following Grayson with a grip on his gun.
"It's on the news." Alisa said worriedly, pushing the tablet into my hands.
A live broadcast of Grayson Hawthorne was now in front of me in real life and on the tablet.
"This'll be good." Nash came from behind me and placed a hand onto my shoulder. We stared down at the tablet, volume on full, as we waited for Grayson to near the gate and start talking.
"Mr. Hawthorne why are you here instead of the three sisters?" The one journalist asked loudly, as Grayson stood in front of them a stone cold glare on his face.
"Because they have clearly stated, that they're not going to speak on the matter." He said coolly.
"Don't they care about the public interest?" Another journalist questioned, making Grayson look over with a stealthy expression.
"The public interest does not concern this family, now I ask you all to leave."
"Are the girls now a part of the family? Have they married in?"
"No, they have not. Though it's none of your concern. Leave." He waited and stood there, as the paparazzi continued asking questions.
John spoke into his walkie talkie and watched the crowd film him. Slowly cars started pulling up and John pulled Grayson back with him. John and Oren's men pooled out of the cars with large weaponry on them. I looked up through the glass door and watched as the paparazzi slowly dispersed into their cars, quickly driving away.
Grayson and John made it back inside.
"I'm going swimming." Grayson spoke and headed straight past me, not even sparing me a glance.
"I'll follow him." I finally said and handed Alisa the tablet. She merely nodded, as everyone watched me rush after my boyfriend, who was clearly in a foul mood.
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"Grayson." I knocked on the third pool door. It had been a goose chase trying to find him, as he was in none of his usual pools. My last indoor pool was the one below the glass roof. It had been destroyed during the hurricane yet it had already been fixed.
Finally, when entering, I found Grayson and saw him swimming his laps in the pool.
"Grayson, honey, come out. Let's talk." I spoke loudly, so that he finally heard me. He swam back towards me and came to a stop in front of me.
My feet were just in front of the edge of the pool, Grayson's hands now resting on the edge around my feet. Slowly he looked up at me, as I let out a sigh.
"Thank you." I said softly, his face showed no change of emotion.
"Please don't go back to being cold and distant." I looked down at him.
"I don't want to." He sighed and pushed off the wall. I watched him float and stare at the ceiling. I pulled off my dress and carefully dropped into the pool.
"Those aren't for swimming." He said, acknowledging my underwear.
"I know." I nodded. I swam over and wrapped my body around him. Grayson sighed and swam us to the lower end, so that we could sit on the stairs that slowly led out of the pool.
"It annoyed me like hell, when those reporters wouldn't leave you alone." He almost sneered, as I carefully combed through his hair with my fingers.
"I know, love. It was quite obvious." I sighed and smiled at him. Grayson looked me up and down before sighing and leaning his head onto my chest.
"You can't keep trying to protect yourself from your feelings by becoming distant." I explained. Grayson hummed, yet didn't lift his head. The only sound in the room was Grayson's heavy breathing and the sound of the water hitting the edges of the pool.
"It's just always been easier." He finally admitted, not to me but to himself. Which was far more important.
"I know it's easier, but with time it'll only hurt more." I kissed his forehead and watched him look up at me.
His eyes were slightly red, though I wouldn't dare question it. Without saying anything I just carefully wiped the tears away, which were rolling down his cheeks.
"Thank you." I said again, a small smile made its way onto his lips.
"It's no problem." He nodded and kissed the side of my face.
"Mind approving a post I want to make?" I questioned, as Grayson nodded, almost sensing what I had in mind.
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