Mission: Capture His Heart

Chapter 16

We pulled into my driveway. Gray and I had to swing by M20 to get some files. I walk into the house with the files in my hand. Completely forgetting that my dad was there.

Gray and I walk into the house, talking about what we are going to do at the fair to stop these people or how we are going to tail them. There will be half the team there. I don't know if we'll be able to get past them all.

"I mean, think about it Gray. You really think we can master this over the weekend? Half the team will be there." I said as I walked in the door.

Gray shut the door but we didn't move from it, he put his hand on my shoulders, "Izzy. We will be able to do this." He slid his hands down my arm, grabbing my hands. "We will be able to do this because we are together." He pulled me close to him and kissed me.

"What's in those files Elizabeth?" I jumped at the sudden voice that interrupted us and I accidentally bit Gray's bottom lip. Hard.

My arms were still around his neck, his lip was bleeding. I moved my hand and wiped the blood off then spoke quietly, "I'm sorry."

He just smiled and mouthed, "It's okay." then kissed me on the forehead.

I smiled and turned to my dad, the smile fading just as quickly as it came. "There's nothing in these files Bruce. Now, would you be so kind and show yourself out?" I motioned to the door with my hand.

"Let me see them Elizabeth." My dad stepped closer, I put the files behind my back. Gray took them out of my hands and hid them while my dad was distracted by Ava.

"Daddy! Look at these new designs Izzy and I have started." Ava said, obviously buying Gray and I some time. My father couldn't resist Ava so he turned around and walked up to her. I mouthed the words thank you to Ava who winked at me. I motioned for Gray to go upstairs. He did and I walked up to my father and Ava.

"So, Dad," I started, "what brings you by?"

My father smiled at me, "Can't a father just visit his girls without having a reason?"

I looked out the corner of my eye to find Gray by my side, the files hidden and safe. My father rose his eyebrow and gave a questioning look, "May I ask who this is?"

"This is Grayson. He's my---" I was going to say partner but Gray cut me off.

"Boyfriend." He shook my father's hand, "I'm Elizabeth's boyfriend."

Ava's eyes grew wide behind my father and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks, I smiled at my dad, hoping he would buy the lie. Which, in a way, wasn't a lie.

My dad gave me another questioning look then said, "Well, welcome to the family Grayson." My father's fake smile was perfect and anyone who wasn't a trained operative would totally fall for it. I was in disgust; how could he live knowing he's the one who killed my mother?

"I didn't kill your mother Izzy." My father said, my eyes widened in realization. I asked that question out loud. My god, I'm in trouble.

"You didn't?" I asked, my father shook his head.

His eyes took on a sadness, "No. I didn't." He looked at Gray, "Joshua did."

My father left shortly after he told us that Joshua killed my mother. I didn't believe him but it was still a mystery on who killed my mother. It's a possibility.

I sighed and sat down on the couch. I propped my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands. What was I supposed to do now? Gray went upstairs, probably to think, and Ava sat on the kitchen island, staring off into space.

It was almost 6 and my father gave startling information. I walked upstairs to find Gray's door closed. I knocked softly, "Gray?" I said quietly.

No response, I knocked again, "Gray?" I heard the shuffling of something, I sighed and went into the dark room. I leaned against the door frame, "Is it okay for me to come in?"

Gray was sitting at the bay window, staring out of the window, his left hand was in a fist and his cheek was placed upon it, his knees brought up to his chest. Gray's silence made me walk closer to him. I sat down by his feet, my right leg tucked under my left leg and my left leg dangling over the edge of the seat. I touched Gray's knee, the sudden gesture made him snap his head to me then once he made contact with my eyes, he returned to his original position.

I crossed my arms over his knees and placed my chin on them, my eyes stayed on Gray. It was a couple minutes before I found the words, "Gray," I started softly, he looked at me from the corner of his eye, "it's okay." I gave a small shrug, "For all we know my father could be lying. It is my dad."

He didn't say anything, all he did was move and pull me into his arms. My back was against Gray's chest, his arms around me, I was sitting in between his legs with my knees up. I folded my arms across my chest and Gray had his arms wrapped around my waist, once he got comfortable, I put my crossed arms on his. I felt Gray's cheek on my head, his eyes still focused on the window. I moved my head so I can look out as well. I didn't say anything more, I would wait for him to speak. Sometimes silence was better than words.

We stayed like that for almost 30 mins until I tilted my head to look at him. His gaze was locked on the window, as it has been for the past 20 mins, and my gaze was locked on his face. I appreciated his chiseled features. His sky blue eyes looked gray in the setting sun. I saw a muscle flex in his jaw and knew he was upset. 

I leaned forward and started kissing his jawline, his body relaxed at the touch of my lips against his face. I moved in his arms so we were face to face, he looked lost, confused, and worried. All in one. I gave him a look of sympathy then cupped his face and gently placed a kiss on his lips. He was the one to pull me closer to him and deepen the kiss. My arms locked around his neck and he picked me up by my thighs and stood up, his lips not leaving mine.

Gray laid me on his bed, he moved his hands from my thighs and placed them flat by my head, his body hovering over mine. He broke the kiss off and started kissing the left side of my jaw, I took this chance to look at the door. Thankfully, it was closed.

After I looked at the door, Gray moved his lips back to mine. 

Then we finished what we started. Making love to one another, trying to distract the other from the problems they faced.