Rude - Grayson Dolan

14 - "sex dream"

[a/n: picture above is by @/loyaltydolan on Instagram, feel free to check her page out!]

Angela

I had woken up with a piercing shrill of the alarm clock that sat on the edge of the bed side table and I winced at the noise before rolling over to turn it off. The dim sun shone through the windows and I realise I had forgot to close the curtains as I feel blinded as I burry my head into the soft pillows beneath me.

"Miss Downing?" A sweet voice calls above me and I cringe at the name, however I turn to face the maid with a polite smile as she stands with her hands by her lap. "I have cooked breakfast for you, it is in the kitchen for you so you may come down when you please." She says and I nod along with her as I remember what she had told me the night before and I almost feel as though I had committed a sin or danced with the devil.

"Thankyou." I reply as I pull the covers off my body, not caring that I was only dresses in my silky nightgown and I slip on a pair of white, fluffy slippers that were laid out on the chair beside the bed.

Once I had lifted myself out of the bed I realise that I was in the bed that Grayson had assigned me too. I hadn't fallen asleep in his bed. My mind felt cloudy as I try to remember the night before however I do not remember it the way in the dream and I almost feel guilty for dreaming about Grayson in such a way.

I follow the maid out of the room and I fixed my hair, tying it up in a clip that I had found around in the room, I certainly wasn't suprised that I had found it along with different coloured underwear. My slippers padded quietly on the tiled floor as I entered into the kitchen and the maid poured a cup of coffee in a mug as I slid into the island seat, the bacon, eggs and sausages steaming from my plate. I still couldn't believe the dream I had dreamt and I grimiest at the thought of him finding out.

"Have you seen Grayson this morning?" I ask, as I sip the hot black coffee and I burns my throat as I swallow it.

"Mr Dolan left this morning." She begins and a weight lifts from my chest fills my stomach, knowing I won't have to face him until this afternoon. "He stormed out quite angrily, I thought maybe you two had an argument." The food in front of me looked delicious however my appetite was non existent as I listen to the maid. "But that's none of my buissness."

"Oh, well we certainly didn't have an argument." I frown as a heavy sigh leaves my lips and I already sick of this house as I desperately want to go home or see a friend. "I haven't seen him since yesterday evening." I admit however I had seen him in my dreams, my erotic and playful dream.

When I had forced the food down my throat, I made my way back to the room where Grayson had assigned me to and I pull my phone out of my handbag before calling Christina. After the third ring she picks up.

"Angela!" She squeals down the phone and I had missed her excite attitude.

"Hi, Chris." I grin even though she cannot see my face however I couldn't help it as I sit at the edge of the perfectly made bed. "Are you doing anything for lunch, I was wondering if you wanted to go out?"

"I only have a bit of writing to finish but I can easily finish it now since I have the day off." She sounds busy on the end of the phone as I hear her shuffling things around in the background. "Ethan, I don't need that many!" Christina laughs at something Ethan had done over the phone.

"Everything ok?" I laugh with her and I can't help but love her relationship with Ethan.

"Ethan brought me too many tampons. We're packing for London." She explains, a giggle still lingering on her voice and I realise that I hadn't even began to pack. "We'll have to go shopping for it! I need so many more clothes and we can look at some wedding dresses too!" Her voices shrills through the phone and I grin at her excited behaviour.