SLIM - G.D | ✔

25

We rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to come and let us in.

The door opened.

"Hey Grayson! Kylie! How are you?" I heard a familiar voice say.

Katie.

"Could be better." I said as dryly as possible.

I saw Grayson give me a look at the side of my eye. I shrugged.

I stepped inside.

I walked away almost immediately, leaving Grayson and Katie behind.

I grabbed a cup off the tray of a nearby waiter and smiled.

"Excuse me." I said pushing through people.

At this point, I just wanted to get away from Katie before the memories start flooding back.

I got through the crowd of people at last, and started walking to the other side of the house.

I walked past a group of younger men. They looked like they had just graduated University.

They looked like they could be Grayson's friends.

I made eye contact with one of them.

He was handsome, tall, and muscular.

He had blue eyes and quiffed up light brown hair.

He winked and smirked, sending my cheek into a rosy pink.

Suddenly I was grabbed and pulled into a room, a hand clamping over my mouth.

A deep voice whispered into my ear as they shut the door.

"Hey baby."

I recognized that voice from earlier.

"Miss me Kylie?"

I wanted to scream, but his hand over my mouth prevented me.

"I thought I gave you my number in the elevator. Why didn't you call me?" He asked.

I was still wrapped in his arms and his grip was tight on my wrist.

"I would think that a pretty girl like you would have some manners."

He put his lips to my neck kissing it softly.

All I could think about was to get away from this man. He found me.

Even after Grayson told him to fuck off,

He came back.

"You're so fucking sexy. Damn."

I tried to pry his grip off me but it was too tight.

I kicked and I thrashed around trying to get away from him.

The door locked.

"Even if you don't have manners, I love naughty girls."

I cringed as I felt him smirk against my neck.

He pulled me backwards until I fell onto the familiar feeling of fresh, clean sheets.

A bed.

His hand traced the zipper of my dress, as I felt the tears forming in my eyes.

"Get off me!" I mumbled against his hand.

"What was that?"

I repeated myself, but he acted like he never heard me.

He rolled me over so that I was now on the bottom and he was straddling my waist.