Mr. Grey-Book I

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I barely had enough time to protest as he firmly gripped the door handle and pushed it open. I was momentarily stunned by the brightness of the room as we entered. My eyes immediately landed on Damien, who was leaning against a window chair with his eyes closed and an earbud in his ear. He looked calm and peaceful, unlike the last time I had seen him. "I am assuming it went well," he deadpanned in a curious voice.

"Not exactly," Lucas huffed. Shrugging off his jacket, he tossed it on the bed and loosened his tie before glancing at his wrist and cursing under his breath. "Oh, shit! I forgot to pick up Lily."

"You're a terrible father," Damien mocked.

"Don't judge me," he uttered. Without explanation or apology, he rushed out the door, leaving Damien and me alone in the room.

My day just got worse.

Damien's eyes were still closed, so he was unaware of my presence in his room. This is my only chance, Emilia, I thought to myself. Placing my hand over my mouth to stifle any gasps, I slowly tiptoed towards the door.

Almost there!

Almost there!

"Where are you going?"

My heart almost jumped out of my chest upon hearing Damien's voice. I held onto my chest and turned to see him still leaning back in his chair, eyes still closed. "How did–" I started to say, but he cut me off. "Sit," he ordered, opening his eyes.

Nodding, I moved towards the bed and sat on the edge, keeping my distance from him. "I mean closer, Emilia. I don't bite this early," he said.

Swallowing nervously, I inched closer to him, trying to fight off the intimidation that always seemed to come with being around the Grey family. There was a small white sofa beside him, and I quietly sat on it.

A moment of silence filled the room as I choose my words carefully. "How did you know I was the one?"

"Your scent is the same as last time," he said simply as if it weren't strange at all. His eyes suddenly met mine, looking lost as they stared into space.

I found myself stealing glances at him, even though he couldn't see me. His eyes were beautiful, hazel with hints of grey that darkened with his mood. It was easy to get lost in them. "Like what you see?" he said suddenly, making me jump.

A slight smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth as he confidently stated, "I have good senses."

Confused, I could only manage a baffled, "Huh?" There were so many questions swirling in my mind. How did he have the accident? Why he vanished? But I settled on asking just one, "Are you...." I faltered in my question, but he immediately finished it for me,

"Blind, yes," he said smugly, a grin spreading across his face as he seemed to relish in intimidating me,

Hadn't it been two years since the accident? The silence after that was heavy. I waved my hand around to prove his theory,

"Can I touch you?" he inquired.

"Huh?" I gasped, before I could process his words, he was on his feet, feeling his way over to me. Kneeling beside me, he ran his hand up my body until he found my stomach. Without hesitation, he slid his hand under my shirt and began circling my stomach, sending tingles throughout me. "Did you feel that?" he whispered.

"What?" I stammered like an idiot. He chuckled softly, "For a second, I thought I felt something."

"It's a bit early for that," I responded.

"I figured," he whispered before falling silent. His chilly hand lingered under my shirt, the tension in the room rising as he cautiously moved further.

I gasped, my heart racing for a different reason this time. It wasn't fear or intimidation, but desire that surged through me. Before things could escalate, the door swung open.

"Shit!" I cursed, quickly pushing his hand away in a panic. Mary stood in the doorway with a tray of fruits, looking unfazed by our awkward moment. "You always had impeccable timing, Mary," he remarked sarcastically.

Clearing her throat, Mary simply stated, "Your lunch, Sir." before placing the tray on the table. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, questioning my actions and why I hadn't stopped him sooner.

As he settled back into his chair, a satisfied smirk crossed his face, as if he had just proved a point.

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