Marriage Proposal from a Princess

Chapter 8

Waking up, I realize I'm sore. I guess I should be after making love three times. I glance over at a sleeping Grayson. He's so cute when he snores.

I get out of bed and head into the bathroom. Once I'm done brushing my teeth, I head back into his bedroom. I pull on one of his shirts and my panties from yesterday. I head to the kitchen to find something to eat.

I search his pantry for something to make for breakfast. I spot a box of pancake mix. I grab that and start gathering the ingredients I'll need. I also find a package of bacon in his fridge. I decide to fry it.

I'm so into the task at hand that I don't notice Grayson until he wraps his arms around my waist. "A guy could get used to this. It's not everyday a pretty woman makes breakfast for me."

I feel myself blush. "It's nothing really. I like to cook."

"I should have snatched you up years ago."

"You're funny."

"No. I'm serious." He turns me around to face him. "You're special. I should have asked you out a long time ago." He gives me a long, sweet kiss.

"You're too kind."

"Only to you, sweet pea."

"Quit flattering me. I have to get back to cooking." I turn back around so he can't see me blush.

"How about I flatter you while you cook?"

"Have you ever been told to not distract the cook?"

"Nope. I can't say that I have."

"Well, I'm telling you now. Do not distract the cook."

"Fine. I'll just watch then."

"Whatever." I roll my eyes. Thankfully he can't see me.

When the food is done, I turn off the eyes on the stove. "Breakfast is ready."

"Finally. Time to eat." I swear he's such a kid.

I put the pancakes and bacon on two plates. Grayson takes them and puts them on the kitchen table. Grayson sits down in one of the chairs. I go to sit in the chair next to him, but he pulls me in his lap.

"My girl has to sit on my lap."

I smile at what he just called me. "Fine by me. Now eat."

"Bossy. I like it."

"Just eat."

We eat our breakfast and then we clean the dishes.

"I need to go home to shower."

"Alright let's go. I have to get my car anyways."

I go to his room to collect my things. I'm fixing to take off his shirt when he stops me. "Keep it. It looks better on you."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

I pull on my jeans and shoes. Once I'm ready, we head out to my car. After a few short minutes, we're at my house. We walk up to the door and Grayson stops me from opening the it.

"Grayson, what's wrong?"

"The lock has been jimmied."

"What?!? Janie!"

"Lacey, stay behind me."

We go in the house and head towards the living room. There's no sign of Janie, but the place is a wreck. Then we hear a scream from upstairs. Grayson and I waste no time running up the stairs. As we get closer to Janie's room, the screams get louder. I also hear someone else shouting. I don't recognize the voice.