Tough Love [Book Two in the Hard at Heart series]

The One Where It's Valentine's Day

Chapter Six

Grayson's pov

January 1st 2018

One year. We had one year to prepare. But the time is now.

February 14th 2017

I awoke in Megan's bed alone, her humongous blanket not annoying me for once. I pulled the thick duvet up to my chin and breathed in her sweet smell. I closed my eyes and was nearly asleep when my skin started tingling. "Megan." I opened my eyes to see her in the doorway in nothing but a towel. "How do you notice me even in a room that smells like me?" She asked. I shrugged, "A good magician never reveals their secrets."

Her phone Bluetooth connected to her water speakers and Bring Me The Horizon began playing. I groaned. "Do you listen to anything else?" "Not really." I rolled my eyes and stood from bed stretching. Megan wore a matching set of black lace undergarments. I walked to her and kissed her cheek. "Am I going to see these later?" I asked cheekily.

"Nope." She replied nonchalantly. I pulled her bra strap far away from her shoulder and let it snap against her skin. "Ow!" "That's what you get buttmunch." I kissed her cheek again left her room laughing.

I pulled my shirt over my head and began my warm-up. I dropped to the floor and did sit-ups to start. See? I work for my six pack. No men here have been magically gifted just because they're a wolf. I wish. If I could eat pizza and lay around every day and still have muscles I would, trust me.

I switched to push-ups which were followed by pull-ups via my bedroom door frame. By now I had my first noticeable sweat droplet run from my hairline down to my chin. Once I finished my reps I went out to the backyard where my father and Abe were waiting for the two of us. Drew came running out with a big sweater on. He's self-conscious. 

Which is stupid.

You should see this kid's body.

He's got all the right muscles in all the right places and he has a small tattoo near his hip and v-line that says "K.M." in my sister's writing. Megan tried to do the same to me but I told her I'd only do it if it was "M.M." He tugged off his shirt and it fell to the snowy ground. Abe looked down at it. "Drew I did not buy that so you could throw it on the ground." "Sorry Dad." He picked it up and hung it over the dry rail. 

Abe is where Drew got his grey eyes from, but he got his dirty blonde hair from his mother. She passed when he was a few years old. We began training and it carried through until about 6:00pm. I went to the bathroom and took a shower to relax myself.

The hot water dripped down my sore body and soothed me. The soap cascaded down from my shoulders to my abdomen, coating my tattoo and dripping to the floor of the tub. I stayed for a few more minutes before I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to my room.

I put on loose ripped jeans over my black boxers before rolling on deodorant and spraying myself with my cologne. I noticed a piece of paper on my bed.

"The place where we first met. - M.B"

I smiled and left my room. I went to my dad's conference room where I first met Megan when we were four. There was another note on his desk.

"Where did I first abuse you? - M.B"

I crinkled my brows and sat in my dad's chair. "You hit me all the time, and I'm supposed to remember one specific time?" I asked myself. Then it clicked as I remembered the first time. It wasn't physical. We were with Drew in his room and she told me we weren't friends. I literally cried. But I was four so whatever.

I basically ran to Drew's room and there was a third note taped to his door.

"Wow you actually got that. Proud of you baby. Go to where we first kissed. - M.B"

I bit my lip while remembering how I had pushed her up against the wall and the force of the heat we were going through made us lock lips. I found myself in the hall that it had happened and ripped the paper off the wall.

"Our favourite movie. - M.B"

Ugh. All this running around was frustrating and I've only gotten four notes. I just wanted her to be here already. I walked into the living room and opened the DVD case to Frozen.

"Knowing you, you're already bored of this. Do you want me? - M.B"

I sighed loudly and sat on the couch. What's the clue? Do I want her? Of course I want her. Where do I want her? Or where did I want her? I stood up and went to Megan's bedroom. We had fallen asleep together and I dreamt about what we could be like. The note on her bed read:

"You were so angry with me... You couldn't stand to look at me. Or even hear my name. - M.B"

This better be the last thing. On my way to the staircase I recalled the moment I saw her and thought I was seeing a ghost. But it was her, and she hadn't left me.

"You picked a dance with the Devil and you lucked out. Come find me. - Devil"

Well that right there ladies and gents was the biggest hint. She called herself the Devil. Wait. But we don't dance. Like ever. And I lucked out? What? I stared at the note in my hands. "What does this mean?" I asked myself. "I'm so confused."

I felt the blush creep up my neck and settle on my cheeks. The dance was not an actual dance. She meant sex. Easy. The first time we did that was in my bed. I could feel my cheeks heat up even more. I cautiously moved up the stairs, getting closer to my bedroom.

The door was left open just a crack, letting a soft glow seep out into the hallway. A note on the door read: 

"Happy Valentine's Day Grayson Michaels. Behind this door is your gift."

I pushed the door open to see candles lit around my room and red rose petals littering my bed and my girlfriend. Megan was on top of it wearing nothing but her black lace bra and panties. She smirked at me as I looked her up and down. I bit my lip.

"You look like a goddamn meal. And I'm starving."