A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 24

He put the ice on my neck making me suck my breath in at the contact. He sat in the chair across from me. It was silent with me holding the ice on my neck, eating the pizza while he was staring me down. I could feel his eyes on my every move, and it was annoying. I finally turned to face him with a mouthful of pizza.

"Can I help you?" I asked not caring whether he could see the chewed contents or not.

He started laughing. "You're cute."

"I know."

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Take a wild guess why."

"I'll just go with the oblivious one, and say the Carly stituation."

"You guessed wrong," I told him before shoving more pizza in my mouth.

"Then what is it?"
I threw the ice packet on the table and pointed to my neck as the makeup was coming off it. I arched my eyebrow when he sat back in his chair and start smirking. He's such a fucking douchbag.
"I like to look at it like a beauty mark."

"Listen Grayson, I'm not about to become a Carly. Either tell me what's up or leave me the fuck alone because my time does not need to be wasted."

"You fascinate me."

"Why am I so interesting to you? Ever since you saw me, you've been staring me down like I'm the last food on the plate."

"Because you're not like the rest of the girls I've been with. You stay out of the drama. You have ambition. I've never been with a girl who's so.....focused on something."

"So then why are you tryna fuck up my concentration?"

He clenched his jaw and tightened his fist. "And you have a fucking attitude that makes me realize why you don't have a man."

"I don't need a man, period."

"But you want one."

"Babe, the only man I want and need is Jesus himself," I said getting up to throw away the used plate.
"You still takin me home?"

"I'm ready when you are."

"Say no mo," I said heading out the kitchen.

When I entered the living room, I grabbed my belongings meeting Grayson by the door. We walked out the door to his black Range Rover with my arms folded together as the rushing snow hit me harder than I expected. When Grayson opened the door for me to go in, he gave me his leather GFA jacket, reminding me of the question I wanted to ask him. I thanked him before he closed the door and went to the driver's side.

"You need directions again?" I asked him while throwing the jacket around my shoulders.

"Nah I think I remember where I'm going."

"Just let me know if you don't."
He nodded his head in return. "Remember that question I had for you last time?"

"Yea."

"Will you tell me what it means now? We have enough time."

"GFA stands for God's Fallen Angels. Most people would think that's some evil shit, but when you really think about it, it's like a sacrifice He's making all over again. He's sending us down to do part of his job. That's what the rose means. Spread balance to the people, make them feel good. Clean up all the bad on the streets. Then the wings are just a decorative piece."