broken rules | g. dolan

chapter seven

i walked back to my office slowly, clearly afraid that someone could assume something of me.

my face was as red as a tomato, sweat was plastered across my face, chest and stomach, and my inner thighs were killing me, so i wasn't walking completely straight.

i groaned as remembered that tomorrow i won't even be able to get out of bed because of how sore i'll be.

"brooke!" i looked to where i heard the voice coming from, i saw liam running towards me with a concerned look on his face.

"hi liam." i forced a smile as i kept walking. or, attempting to walk correctly.

"are you okay? why are you limping? are you hurt?" he asked me, concerned for his life. i'm limping because i just had sex, liam.

"i'm fine, liam, i just hurt my legs walking up the stairs. i really am fine." i told him, and he believed it.

"do you need a bag of ice, or any other things?"

"no, but thank you for caring. i just need to go to my office because i have a mountain amount of work."

i looked behind me as i felt that someone was watching me, and i saw grayson standing outside his office, his arms crossed, jaw clenched, furrowed eyebrows, and blood boiling. he was beyond pissed. and the thing is, he was watching liam's every move.

i looked back at liam, and whispered in his ear, "run."

"what? why?" he asked me, wetting his pink dry lips.

"just run." i repeated, and he nods his head as he runs down the hall, then makes a left as i watched him disappear.

i looked back at where grayson was standing, but he was already walking right towards me. in fear, i turned around and started limping my way back to my office, faster than before.

i don't know why i was scared. but, this is grayson i'm talking about. once i reached my door, i grabbed onto the doorknob, but i was grabbed by some large, hard arms and was taken into my own office.

i was confused but then immediately knew who it was when i was switched to be carried bridal style.

they dropped me on my couch, yet i still couldn't see who it was.

"i told you not to fucking talk to him."

grayson.

"i'm sorry, he went up to me-"

"i didn't ask if he fucking went up to you. you're mine, no one else's, okay?" once he said, it reminded me of what mariah told me, "i'd back off grayson if i were you. he's mine." or something like that.

"what about mariah?" i say, licking my lips, eager to bite it.

"she," he took a deep breath, "she's different."

"bullshit, grayson, and you fucking know it! she's not different, she's from your past, you have history with her, obviously she isn't any different than me!" i screamed up at him.

"yes she is, brooke. you wouldn't understand."

"how is she different, mr. dolan? how the fuck is she different?"

"you seriously want to know?"

"isn't that what i'm asking for?"

"she got pregnant. then miscarried her son. but the baby wasn't mine. mariah and i were together at the time, but that wasn't my child. her baby's father raped her at one of my companies holiday parties. her baby's father was one of my closest friend. her baby's father," he drags out, "was liam."

i gulped, hard. how could liam do this? that's horrible.

"after i figured out she got pregnant, i immediately broke it off with her because it hurt. but when she told me she was raped, by liam, i beat the shit out of the ass. i still didn't take her back, because liam isn't very strong. he doesn't have biceps, how could he have done it to a girl the same height as him?"

"anyways, the fact that i couldn't fire liam pissed me off. he just works on the second floor now."

"wow. when did this happen?" i asked him.

"about three months ago."

"are you fucking kidding me? you're still hung up on her, aren't you? fuck you grayson. go back to your girlfriend."

he looked at me with wide eyes, but they were full of anger. he furrowed his eyebrows which made him look super super super super sexy.

"i'm not hung up on her, okay? don't say shit if you assume." grayson gritted his teeth.

"but i wasn't assuming. i knew you're in love with her."

"i never was, brooke."

"psh sure." i rolled my eyes, "please leave. i don't want to see your face."

"what?"

"get out."

"no."

"get. out."

"make me."

"you're acting like a child, grayson."

"so,"

"so you're 24 years old."

"i don't care."

i stared at him. long and hard. "you win, okay? you're way too adorable for me to stay mad at you." i smiled and grayson laughed.

"that's all i needed to hear," he whispered as he kissed me.
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