Marrying the billionaires son

Revised: his house

 The car ride was long and boring, we soon drove out of the city and deeper into the woods.

"If you're driving out here to kill me, it won't work. I'm very skilled at kneeing men in the balls." I slide down a little in my seat before adding, "and I used to take track."

Dead silence overtakes the car for a minute before Colton says, "Damn I forgot the duct tape."

I look over at him and frown, "That is so not funny." I grumble but then straighten up in my seat when the car gets jostled from going over a bump. I look out the window and realize we have finally reached a driveway. Colton drives slowly now and soon a beautiful house pops into view.

"So this is where you live?" I questioned

"No, I've just driven an hour to take you to a stranger's house." His sarcastic tone challenges me to say something else but instead I just roll my eyes.

***

The cars parked and Colton grabs my suitcase before leading me up the short stairs to the door of his house. It was modern but cozy, not shabby cozy but manly. I kinda liked it, it was definitely better than the sleek high and mighty design my father's house had.

"Welcome to my house." Grayson says as if we are starting a 73 question by vogue. He holds the door open for me and I walk in and am surprised by how clean it is.

"I'll give you a quick tour then leave you to unpack." He says while shutting the door and locking it. "Ok so this is obviously the living room." He motions to all around us and I take a step down from where the opening was. "Kitchens over there." He points across the living room to an open style kitchen. "Stairs are here which lead up to a hallway, bathroom on the left first door then second door is my office. At the end of the hallway is a guest bedroom that is currently being remodeled and right side first door is my bedroom."

I try to grasp everything he's saying but fail because he's talking so fast. "Then behind the stairs is the half bath and my workout room." I look past the open stairs and notice a nice size hallway. "Everything else you can find by yourself." He gives me a curt nod before walking up the steps with my suitcase. "Follow me."

He leads me into a room that has a dark cozy interior. "This is my room, since the guest bedroom is not ready you can sleep here and I'll be downstairs on the couch." He sets my suitcase down next to the king size bed. I looked at the door that seemed to lead into the master bathroom, then at the dresser with a tossed tie hanging over it and cologne bottle on top. It seemed too intimate to sleep in his bedroom

Gray, you're literally going to marry him in a few days and you think this is intimate?!

"Are you sure? I don't mind taking the couch." I say and he shrugged "Yeah I don't mind."

I nod my head and am soon distracted by the paintings on Colton's walls. They looked original and held a certain atmosphere of beauty and sorrow but then another looked bright and cheery. I could tell that it was done by the same artist.

"I'm not familiar with this artist." I say to Colton as I walk up to the paintings to take a closer look. "Who painted them?"

"My mother." Colton says coldly

"Woah maybe I can meet her soon and she can show me a few of her techn-

"She was murdered." Colton cuts in and I shut my mouth immediately in understanding.

I steer the conversation into another topic but that only lasts for a few minutes before Colton says, "It's late, let's discuss the wedding and other things tomorrow."

I nod my head and as Grayson starts to walk towards the door to leave, I decide to get a little pay back from his kissing act earlier.

I strip off my clothes leaving me in just a blue lace thong and bra to match. Colton turns to face me probably to say goodnight but nothing leaves his lips, he just stands there looking a little shocked. I hold back a grin and fake being dumb, "Well goodnight." I close my eyes and stretch my arms letting out a big fake yawn to reveal my toned body. When I open my eyes Colton's made it halfway to where I'm standing with a determined look on his face he holds me at the waist. I try to tug away from him but his hands set me firmly still. We lock eyes both with a determined look. He leans down further towards my face, I close my eyes thinking he was going to kiss me again but instead his lips go to my ear and his deep voice sends shivers down my spine,

"Do you really want to start a game you can't finish, babygirl?"