Rude - Grayson Dolan

28 - "beautiful yet damaged"

Warning: dirty/smut

Angela

"Grayson?" I call, my voice sounding rushed and panicked as I run towards his door, I could hear his muffled voice through the thin wood of the door.

My heart pounds throughout my whole shaking body as my knuckle heavily beats upon the wooden surface, my skin splitting at the harsh contact and I wince at the fresh wound as the stinging begins to throb warningly. Hearing shuffling and groaning from behind the door, I step back as my chest continues to rise and fall from the fast running that I had just committed to as I ran up the stairs.

When the door opens, my eyes widen and my heart weakens at the sight in front of me as a bruised and tired Grayson opens the door and I cringe at how sore he must be feeling. He still wears the same suit as he wore last night however it is no longer the way I saw it last, blood marks the expensive material and he lazily looks at me with his bruises eye and purple lid.

"Grayson." I sob as I throw my arms over his shoulders, engulfing him in a warm hug however he winces at the touch and I instantly become sad at the thought I couldn't hold him without hurting him.

"Hi, Angie." His voice sounds as frail as his body and he gently wraps his arms around my back as I attempt to not gag at the disgusting stench of old blood that lurks his clothes. "I missed you." I could smell the alcohol from his breathe as he spoke.

Pulling away, I look at his eyes that used to be so bright and beautiful but are now dull and empty, it was painful to even look at him. I wanted to hold him, take care of him but I couldn't touch him without bringing him pain.

"We should get you out of these clothes and clean you up." I tell him as I invite myself in and he slowly closes the door before turning to face me, his lips turning up into a sloppy smile.

"You're very straight forward, shower sex? Yes, please." Grayson raises his eyebrows at the thought of his and I can't help but blush with excitement.

"And you're very drunk." I point out, cocking an eyebrow up as I turn away from his beautiful yet damaged face to walk into his bedroom.

"And horny." He adds and I can imagine the smirk on his face as he says it knowing I'm currently rolling my eyes however I hadn't forgotten about the dinner last night and I wasn't going to let it slide that easily.

Following me into his room like a lost puppy, his eyes all over my body in awe as I turn the shower on and just as he holds his arms out, bending his head back gesturing for me to strip him from his clothes. I watched as he teasingly licks his lips just as my fingers hook around the collar of his blazer to push it off of his shoulders for it to fall onto the floor in a bloody pile and a low chuckle came from his throat as my hands delicately stripped him.

"You know, if you weren't drunk and in pain I wouldn't even look at you after last night." I admit as I untie his black tie that is dangerously tight.

"If you weren't so madly in love with me you mean." Grayson says and my eyes instantly look at his face to find that he is already looking at me, his dark brown eyes watching my nervous facial expression as my knees begin to feel as weak as my heart that beats for the man who is standing in front of me whom is bloody, bruised and beaten however greatly drunk and full of cockiness and arrogance.

"What's gotten you so cocky all of a sudden?" I ask him as my fingers release the tie from its grip to them clasp the clear, white buttons of his blood stained shirt.

"I realised something." He begins, my shaking fingers taking of his unbuttoned shirt leaving his top half bare and I gulp in shock as my eyes scan the large amount of bruises that linger on his unflawed body. "While being in jail for the short time that I was - I realised that I might have just fucked up the only good thing that I have and I don't want to be fucking cliché because I'm a rude ass that is used to getting what he wants."