"God, I want you inside of me," I said.
"How bad do you want it," he said.
"Bad," I moaned.
"What's my name," he said.
"Grayson," I moaned even louder.
"No, what is my name," he said.
"Daddy," I bit my lip.
I stepped inside the club. The music was loud and humbling. I started grinding my hips to the music. This was my happy place. I felt a set of hands on my hips. I looked at who it was. It was Grayson.
"Care to explain why you here," he said.
"Depressed."
"Why," he asked.
"Elliott cheated on me," I pouted.
"Didn't you cheat on him too," Grayson smile.
"Shut up."
"I'm not the one to be blamed."
"Sure," I rolled my eyes and continue grinding.
"You know you look like a prostitute dancing like that," he laughed.
"Then that make you my pimp," I laughed.
"How about we take this somewhere else babygirl," he smiled.
"Mmm the last time you said that, I ended up in your bed," I giggled.
"But I made you happy," he smirked.
"Ok," I said.
"Ok to what," he said confused.
"I'll spend the day with you," I smiled.
"Good, let's go," he grabbed my hand and walked me out the club. We went to his car. Damn.
"Nice car," I smiled.
"Thanks," he blushed. We drove to a huge mansion.
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Oh shit. I know his rich but damn his banking. "Wow."
"You like it," he said.
"It's beautiful," I smiled.
"Let's go inside I want to show you something," he smiled. I held his hand and we walk inside. It was so beautiful. The walls painted pearl white and the kitchen of a grey marble.
We walked up to what I guess is his bedroom. It was so nice. "Grayson can I ask you something."
"Sure what is it princess," he said.
"I don't want us to have sex every time we see each other," I said. "So how about we take things slow. Like be friends."
"Sure, anything that makes you happy," he smiled. He give me a soft hug.
Grayson pov:
Damn she was so amazing. Having her in my arms mean the most to me. I think im in love with her. I can't be. I just met her. Her beautiful eyes and lips. Good I hate seeing her upset. I can tell she's been crying.
"So is Elliott still at your house."
"No, I kick his ass out," she give me a small smile.
"Do you want to spend the night with me," I asked.
She looked up at me. Her (Color of your eyes) eyes makes her look so innocent. I her to protect her. Even though, I don't know her.
"Yes, but we cannot sleep with each other," she said. She kissed my cheek.
"Yes ma'am," I kissed her forehead. I can make this work. I can us work. Even though, she was my one nightstand.
