All Grown Up

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Peyton's POV

"Babe. Why do you have to do this to me?" I smirked as Greyson pulled up to the club.

"I have no clue what-" I was interrupted by my laughter. "Payback for teasing me earlier." I had on a satin blue corset that showed some cleavage, high waisted skinny jeans that shaped my butt, and blue suede Christian Louboutin platform pumps. We got out, following Lucas and Mimi inside.

Amira had on a fitted black mini skirt, a leopard print bustier crop top, and leopard print pumps. Greyson's hand rested right above my bum.

"Drinks?" I nodded walking with Mimi to the bar. "I want a Caramel Apple Martini. Shots?"

"Duh." She smirked. "Four jello shots, two beers, a Long Island Iced Tea, and a Caramel Apple Martini." I looked at the bartender.

"Sure thing sexy." He winked at me and I looked at Amira. "I'll bring these just lead the way." I cocked an eyebrow, walking back to the table with my cousin. We sat with the guys, the bartender putting the tray on the table.

"You're mine." Greyson growled in my ear.

"I know." I smiled, "Would I have said yes if I wasn't?" He smiled, pecking my lips. I grabbed a shot, downing it. I sipped my drink, Greyson pulling me closer.

I tipsily stumbled off the dance floor with Greyson. I grabbed a shot on the way to the table. "You have had enough to drink babe." Greyson took the glass, putting it on the table. Amira and Lucas were snogging. "Stay here. I'm going to get you some water." He got up. I stumbled back on the dance floor, swinging my hair and hips.

Someone came up behind me, putting their hands on my hips. "Hey sexy." I was suddenly sober and my smile dropped when I realized it wasn't Greyson. I tried to walk back to the table but he pulled me back. "You're not going anywhere."

"J-jackson leave me alone." He chuckled in my ear, his hands roaming my body.

"You got away once but not this time." He grabbed my arm, dragging me through the club.

Greyson's POV

I walked back to the table only to see my fiancé missing, Lucas and Amira kissing. "Where's Peyton?" They looked at me. "Where. Is. Peyton!" I slammed the water on the table, the glass shattering and Amira shrinking into Lucas.

"Mate chill. We'll find her." I growled.

"No! I'm not going to chill. My damn fiancé is missing and you tell me to fucking chill! She could be anywhere in or out of this club you little shit!" I walked off, pushing past drunk bodies and ignoring the swears.

I walked through the entire club and around the building looking for Peyton. My phone buzzed and I pulled it from my pocket.

Lucas: We found her but the door's locked.

I ran out, bumping into Lucas. "Come on." He led me to a room. I twisted the knob and sure enough it was locked. I pressed my ear to the door.

"Stop! Get off me!" Peyton sounded scared.

"Shut up!" Jackson. I growled taking a step back. I kicked the door open, breaking the lock. Peyton was in tears, her top and jeans on the floor. Jackson looked at me.

"Get off her." He did so and took a step towards me. I threw him into the wall, his body hitting the floor with a thud. "If you ever come near her again, I will kill you." I looked at Peyton who had her clothes on. I pulled her in my arms and she cried into my shoulder.

"I'm sorry." I kissed her forehead.

"It's okay love. Let's go home." She nodded. We walked out of the back door and went back to the car.