Short Stories | Dolan Twins

02

-Julissa-

"Grayson?" I ask.

My mind goes back to all the memories of him. All the good times and the bad times. Everything. All the things that he put me through. All the pain he caused me. Every single tear that I shed because of him. The man that I loved for six years. The man that wished so many bad things upon me. His eyes peirce through my body. His skin looks icy and cold. Not like how he was before. He was a calmer and more gentle person, even though he was an asshole at heart he still knew how to be a good person. He was a gentle giant at most.

I can tell that he's different know. He speaks more formal than he did before. He even dresses differently. When we were together, he only wore gym shorts with t-shirts and vans. Now he has on a navy blue suit, which looks like it costs more than what I make a night.

He sits up, and looks at me with a smile. He rubs his hands together, then rubs his face. He smiles once more, but with more a lustful eye. I must admit, that he did look handsome, but I know behind all those good looks is a man that does no good.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask.

"I just wanted to see my favorite girl right at the place I'd knew she'd be." He says.

"Now all of a sudden, I'm your "favorite girl"?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"You're always gonna be my favorite." He says.

"Coming from the same man who broke up with me for being a stripper." I say.

"Can you blame me? What guy would want his girl shaking her beautiful ass for other people?" He says.

"A non-insecure one."

"I wasn't insecure. I just wanted you all to myself." He says.

"You had a funny way of showing." I say.

He laughs, as he gets up from the couch and walks towards me. His eyes look me up and down, then he smiles.  He looks into my eyes, as he stands over me.

He rubs my face. I start to move his hand, but I don't. He caresses my face in a slow and soft manner. I gaze into his eyes, and see the person that I once knew. A lover, he once was.

"Damn. I miss those eyes of yours." He says.

I grin, but my mind goes back to why he's here. He claims to hate strippers,  so why is he here?

I slap his hand away from my face, and cross my arms.

"Why are you here?" I say.

"For you." He says.

"What's the real reason you're here." I ask.

"You." He says.

He grabs my hands, and holds them in his. I look down at my hands, then back at him. He clears his throat, and a gives me a look of endearment.

"Julissa I just want to say that I'm sorry. I was young and dumb when I said all those horrendous things about you. I loved you and I still do, but I messed up. I understand if you don't forgive me, but at least you have this to take with you." He says.

I nod, and slip my hands out of his. He runs his fingers through my hair, and kisse my forehead.

"I'm so sorry."

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