All Grown Up

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Peyton's POV

My mom walked in and gave me a duffle bag. "You weren't kidding were you?"

"Sweetheart I never joke about outfit preparation." I giggled and hugged her. She whispered in my ear, "There's something for later in there too. Happy birthday."

"Thanks mom. See you tomorrow." She left and I checked my phone. "I'm going to get dressed."

"Okay." I grabbed my bag and walked to the bedroom. I took out the dress and heels she put in the bag. I changed into the red dress with a plunging neckline and looked in the mirror. It hugged my body nicely. I grabbed my makeup from the bag. I walked in the en suite and took my hair out of it's ponytail. I pinned back the teased part of my hair and left it down. I redid my makeup and changed my facial jewelry.

I went back in the room and looked in the bag. She put a full lingerie set, a silk robe, rhinestone handcuffs, and pain killers inside. I smirked and put my other outfit in the bag. I put on the black heels and walked out. "I'm ready."

Greyson looked up and eyed me. "Holy shit." I smiled. He got up, walking over to me. "Sexy." He pulled me close, his hands on my hips. "How about we skip the club and go straight to the afterparty?" His low whisper sent shivers down my spine.

"I have something special planned for the afterparty." I winked, smiling. "Come on." We stepped into the lift, Greyson's hand resting on my lower back. We walked out of the lobby.

"Let's walk. I have a feeling when we leave the club we won't be able to drive." He chuckled, grabbing my hand. We walked down the road, Greyson constantly pulling me closer.

When we got to the club, the music blasting. The bouncer let us in, the smell of alcohol hitting my nose. Rita Ora's How We Do was playing and drunk bodies were everywhere. Greyson and I slid into a booth and he grabbed two shots from a girl as she walked by with a tray. I took one and he held up his shot. "To my queen. Happy birthday." I smiled downing my shot. It burned my throat as it went down. Greyson got up, "What would you like?"

"I want a Sex on the Beach but can we get jello shots?" He nodded and walked away. He came back a few minutes later with our drinks and jello shots. I grabbed a red shot, downing it.

"Looks like I'll be babysitting tonight." I rolled my eyes, taking another.

"Shut up. You'll be drinking too." I sipped my drink.

"You have a point. Let's party." I smiled.

We sat, chatted, drank and watched other people. "Oh my god! Greyson?!" I looked at the girl coming in the direction of our table.

"Who is that?" I looked at him.

"An ex." She reached our table and smiled at him. "Hey Tiffany."

"Hey yourself. How have you been?" She was wearing a denim mini skirt, a revealing sheer crop top with a hot pink bandeau bra, and high heel platform pumps.

"I'm good. You?" I slid closer to him, sipping my drink.

"I'm fine." She continued to stare him down and I slid in his lap which turned her attention to me. "Who's this?"

"My fiancé Peyton." I forced a smile and she eyed me with a mischievous smirk.

"Peyton Payne?" I nodded. "Hi! I'm Tiffany. Greyson's ex-girlfriend. So you two are engaged?"

"Yeah. I love her." He pecked my cheek.

"Well I'm going to go find my friend. See ya." She walked off and Greyson looked at me.

"Jealous much?" He smirked, me rolling my eyes. "Calm down love. She broke up with me."

"What's wrong with her? Anyone would be stupid to break up with you." I smiled, pecking his lips.

"You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you." He chuckled, kissing me softly.

I soon lost count of how many shots and drinks I had. The room was spinning, my vision blurred. "Greeeyyy!! Let's daaaaanceee." I slurred, giggling. He grabbed my hand and we stumbled over to the dance floor. I swayed my hips, Greyson's hands roaming my body. I turned, my back facing him. I started grinding my bum against his crotch.

"Fuck." I felt a bulge against my bum and smirked. I hooked my fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and pulled him to a corner. "Damn you look sexy."

I smirked. He dipped his head in my neck and started kissing it. His hands roamed my body, resting on my bum. He kissed behind my ear, squeezing my bum gently. A soft moan escaped my lips and he trailed kisses across my jaw to my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He gave my bum a squeeze, me moaning again which allowed him to slip is tongue in my mouth. His aroused friend was pressed against my lower region. I pulled away, panting. He attacked my neck, immediately finding my sweet spot. He sucked harshly on the skin, soft moans leaving my mouth. I moaned his name, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Babe." I pushed him slightly. "I'll be right back and we can go back to the hotel room for the afterparty." I smirked, nibbling on his ear lightly.

"I'll be outside." He pecked my neck lightly. I moved by him and he smacked my bum. I stumbled to the bathroom.

I used the bathroom and opened the door. "Hey." I looked at Tiffany. "You look great." I stumbled past her and washed my hands. "I broke up with my girlfriend earlier. How about we hook up?"

"Greyson's waiting for me and you're cute but I'm not into girls in that way." I tried to go past her but she wouldn't move.

"I could change your mind if you let me." She stepped closer, grabbing my hips.

"Look you seem sweet and all but I don't like you in that way. I love Greyson." I was starting to sober up. "Maybe you'll find someone else but it's not me." I walked out, grabbing shots and drinking them as I tipsily stumbled outside. I looked around and found Greyson throwing up in the grass.

"Oh my god!" I ran over to him and he looked up at me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just drank too much. I'm sober now." I took off my heels and he got up. We started the walk to the hotel. We got back and walked inside, me leaning on Greyson for support. We walked into room and Greyson walked in the kitchen. "Babe!"

I went in the kitchen and looked at Greyson. "Look what the maid left in here for you." He held up two bottles. I took them both with a smirk and grabbed a glass.

"Birthday Cake and Watermelon Vodka? Want some?" He nodded, grabbing a glass. "Cake or Watermelon?"

"Why not both?" He smirked. He opened them both and poured them into glasses. "Come on." He grabbed the bottles and his glass. We walked in the main area and sat on the couch.