Playing the Player

Chapter 7: What Happened?

Grayson comes over to the bed and sits next to me. "So what the fuck happened last night?" I ask rather rudely. "You had a lot of fun, or well, I think you did," he says as he smirks at me. "What do you mean?" He smirks again, "I'm not going to tell you." I look at him in disbelief, "You mean to tell me they you made me come to your fucking house for nothing?" I exclaim. "I didn't actually think you would show up," he says while still sporting his signature smirk. "Well I did so you better start fucking talking!" I yell at him. "You want me to start fucking you? Well if you insist-" "stop right there you fucktard, nobody in their right mind would want to fuck you." "Well sweetheart, you weren't in your right mind last night. And by the way, insulting the person who is supposed to be telling you what the fuck you did is not a good idea. I could make you think you did a lot worse stuff than you actually did."  I think about this for a minute and realize he is right. I decide to stop being a bitch to him, for now. "Somebody got quiet real quick,"  the jackass says as he realizes i'm being silent. I mumble something about him needing to shut up since he is a pathetic Asshole. He chuckles and his smirk appears again. "What you want jackwad?" I spit the words at him. "You have to learn some manners first of all," he retorts. "And you expect me to listen because...?" "I still have your panties from last night. Even if nothing happened between us, who do you think the people at school will believe: The girl who gets wasted at parties and can be a slut when she wants to be, or the guy who is holding her panties as evidence of what may or may not have actually occurred?"  I look down seeing as he is right. Then it clicks, those were mine. I still don't know how he got them.  "Fine, you made your point. Just tell me what happened, please." I say, not wanting to tick him off. "Now you wanna listen. This is priceless, the hard headed, Samantha Summers will listen if you have a pair of her panties in your hand," he says laughing. "Shut up," i say defensively. He chuckles to himself, obviously amused by me. "Either you tell me or i'm leaving," I say as I stand and walk towards the door. Greyson gets up to follow me.  He walks to the door and goes to open it for me, inferring that i won't get to know what happened, at least not today. However, he does not open the door for me. Instead, he pins me against the wall, holding my hands above my head. "I know you don't want to leave, am i right?" Greyson whispers in a deep husky voice. I ignore his question and squirm, trying to get away, or at least get him to back up. He presses himself up against me to keep me still. Two can play this game, i think to my self. He still has his lips right by ear, so i begin kissing his neck gently. His grip on my wrists loosens slightly, as he takes in what is happening. Hoping he doesn't notice. I take this as an opportunity to free my hands, and i pull my wrists from his grip as i bite his neck. He doesn't, so i put my arms around his neck. He moves his head so his his face is about an inch away from mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, and I start kissing his lips hungrily. He carries me over to the bed and lays me down without breaking the kiss. He stops kissing me long enough to move so that he is straddling me. He leans back down to kiss me, but as he does i quickly move so that i am on top, straddling his waist. I lean down like i'm going to kiss his neck again, so he moves his head to give me more access. Instead, I whisper in is ear, "Baby?" "Yeah?" "Are you going to tell me what happened yet?" I say as i sit up on his waist. He sits there silently for a moment before leaning up and saying, "No." As the word leaves his sexy lips he flips us over so that he is on top again. I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off by kissing me roughly.

Author's note: I want to thank my new co-writer amberatkin1-black for helping me with this chapter. 💩💩💩... sorry that was an inside joke with her. While she was typing this for me she kept saying "crap, crap, crap..." And I kept telling her there would be no crap in my story. Remember, don't be a silent reader, and thank you to all of you who have commented! I love you guys! Don't forget to follow the Instagram I have for this book, @samsummers_playingtheplayer