Hide Me - Dolan Twins

Twenty Five - Silent Killer

Giuliana's POV

The jet landed an hour later at the JFK airport. I of course asked what we were doing in New York but he remained silent and withheld my answer. I had used the time to take a nap and when I woke up we were landing. Now we were in a limo on our way somewhere which I'm hoping is our final destination. The car finally stopped and we got out at King David, a very upscale restaurant in New York that I was very under dressed for. Only the richest of the rich ate here and if you were "middle-class" you had to get a reservation months in advance.

"Grayson what are we doing here? I'm not dressed for a restaurant like this"

"Don't worry you're fine. There's no one in there except for a waiter and a chef. I've rented out the entire place so we have it all to ourselves". Of course we do.

He opened the door for me and I walked into the brightly light room. The restaurant had multiple floors as seen from the outside and the the interior of it amazed me. The ceilings were high, white clothed tables and dark bronze chairs sat throughout the two-toned tile floor, and the burgundy marble slab accents on the walls. Walking through that room, it was as if the windows with their long red curtains, were glaring down on me, questioning as to what someone like me would be doing in a restaurant like this. Or maybe it was all in my head. We entered the elevator and he pressed the button to the roof.

"Is everything alright?", He asked turning to face me.

"Yeah. Everything is fine", I respond nodding my head. The elevator doors opened and I stepped out. And I thought the first floor was beautiful. The roof was utterly breathtaking. It was large and had so much going on. There were flowers and ferns and bushes and trees all around us. An enormous vertical rock water fall stood to the left of us connecting to a stream that passed throughout the entire mock garden. The roof was a glass room surrounding us with windows. And right there in the middle of it all was a table, simple and petite, it looked as if it was flew in from a café in Paris. There was nothing on it but a single white candle. It was truly beautiful.

"Do you like it? It's their greenery. It doesn't always look like this but I had them modify it a bit", he said as he stood watching me. This was really insane. He did all of this- for me? It was really all beautiful and lovely but I couldn't help but think that it was a bit much. It was as if he was throwing around his money to impress me.
I walked over to the glass window in front of the table and looked out over the city. The view was endless; the skyscrapers sinking into the horizon; a crisp blue sky, the day clear as sparkling wine - a picture of quiet serenity. I felt Grayson appear beside me.

"It kind of puts in into perspective ya' know? Everything. How every -thing moves and how everything seems like it matters but in reality it doesn't. None of it does. None of our problems, none of our hopes and dreams. We're just living to live. It doesn't matter if we decide to live or not. And no matter how much we try to convince ourselves we matter we all know deep down that that statement is limited. Right there in front of us is the window of our universe. Life moves on. It always has and always will. Pretty scary to think. Sorry for being so depressing I just- I don't know I just think too hard sometimes I guess", I finish.

"No it's ok. I like hearing your thoughts", he replied. His gaze was held on my face. I didn't look over at him though. I could feel him inching closer closing the distance between us. I turned to face him, our eyes locked within each other's.

"Grayson-"

"Shhhh", he whispered interrupting me and pressing his lips against mine. I instantly backed away. This entire 'date' was off putting to me.

"Hey is everything okay?", he asked looking back and forth between my eyes. I stared down at the ground. I couldn't look at him anymore. I felt low. If he was doing all of this to make me like him I couldn't continue on. Material things wouldn't impress me and he needed to know that.

"Grayson why did you do all of this?", I asked, gazing down below at the people on the street.

"All of this? I did it for you I-"

"Yes but why Grayson? It's beautiful and all and I'm very thankful but this is too much. The private jet, the limo, the restaurant", I continued as I gestured to the building around us, "you bought out the entire restaurant for christs sake"

"Well yes because I can. Listen if this is about you being underdressed I can have one of the best dresses money can buy here within the snap of a finger", he responded while folding his hands across his chest.

"No Grayson it's not about that. You seem to think that all of this stuff you're doing is wowing me but it's not. I'm not just one of those girls you can amaze with a couple of dollars and I'll fall into your arms and let you into my pants. I thought you would know that by now but obviously you don't. You can't just buy your way into everything you want in life", I finished. Grayson seemed to think that his money would wow me when in reality that was one of the least admirable things about him.

"Well...".

I rolled my eyes at his response.

"No I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Listen I know all those things I just thought that-"

"You thought what? That someone like me who isn't used to all of this would be so amazed at what you and your money could buy? Well thank you Mr. Dolan. I don't know what poor old me would have ever done if it wasn't for you and your money. I truly am eternally grateful", I finished in a laughing fit of rage as I backed away from the window and made my way to the elevator. His arrogance just had to make an appearance. Call it my insecurities but what he said and what he was doing didn't sit well with me. I didn't want to feel bought.

"No Guilliana that's not what I meant you know that, I was just-"

"Hello are you guys ready to order", a voice spoke as it cut off Grayson. It was the waiter. I hadn't even noticed that he he had just come out of the service elevator used by employees.

"Take me home Grayson", I stated as I stood next to the elevator. Poor waiter. I felt bad that he was being ignored and had to witness this. He was just doing his job. But I couldn't stand to be here anymore, around any of it, especially if that was the way he was thinking.

"Giuliana please just-"

"Now Grayson!", I demanded. He didn't speak another word. Him not listening to me had just made me even angrier. We entered the elevator remaining silent. And it stayed that way the entire journey home.