A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 42

I snapped my hand from Grayson's dick, and slid up my top once his hand slipped from my nipple. His teeth unlatched from my shoulder as our heads swung to the direction of the ruckus that made the whole room silent. It was Ethan's hands hanging lightly around Zaria's slim waist, and her hands over his shoulders that made my heart skip a beat but Grayson's shoulders slump.

"Damnit Ethan," he sighed before taking my hand and pulling me with him to the space where he was.

Grayson pushed through the crowd which made people's heads turn with anger, but lips thin when they saw it was Grayson Dolan. I didn't know Grayson had this impact on people. I knew he was a drug dealer and gang member, but did they really fear of him to so much they'd keep their mouths shut? Or did they fear the rumored parts of him? It made me think: will I have the same affect on people when we start to date? Will people treat or look at me differently when they know I'm Grayson Dolan's girlfriend? Will people believe the rumored part of me?

By the time we got to Ethan, him and Zaria were standing more than arms length away from each other, and the music was no longer playing. It was dead silence, but the tension and herd of people did more of an affect on me than the music. Grayson stood in front of Ethan and I while a girl and guy held back an enraged drunk. I could tell he was drunk because I could smell the alcohol he was drinking over the musty smell of the crowd. He could barely stand on his own without the support of holding onto his peers. His breathing was uneven as he was huffing in anger.

The drunk was attractive. He had a sharp cut of his beard and hairline, but I couldn't judge his hair as it was in a fancy black hat. He was an average build. He was brown skin with pink lips that puffed out. He had his ears pierced with little gold hoops that contrasted well with his black suit. His jaw was as strong as Grayson's. He was a mix of pretty and handsome. This must be Mason, Zaria's overprotective brother.

The guy who was holding him was also attractive. He was brown skin with a certain glow that made me ponder where he got it from. A gold chain was wrapped around his neck and showed off with his half button white dress shirt tucked under his grey slacks. He had peach fuzz above his also plump lips. No tattoos. He looked too young to be at a party like this, holding back people like Mason.