more than this | grayson dolan (book one)

twenty five

After walking a few blocks, Grayson pushes the double doors open to his empty home. The silence consumes us as he leads me into the kitchen and switches the lights on.

My eyes adjust to the brightness as he walks over to a cabinet in the corner. I place my bag on the kitchen table along with the stuffed bear he won me.

"My dad has an awesome stash." He smirks as he looks through the selection.

"I'll be the judge of that." I loosen up by letting out a laugh.

Grayson holds up a fresh bottle of smirnoff vodka. "Since you want to destroy your liver, here's straight vodka."

"You remembered." I smirk at him.

"You're the only person I know who doesn't mix it, freak." He shakes his head and pulls out a half-empty bottle of jack daniels.

"You drink whiskey, that shit is nasty." I cringe at the thought of pouring the heavy liquid down my throat.

"It does the trick." He shrugs and gets out two shot glasses and red solo cups. He unscrews the vodka cap and begins to pour it, when he completely freezes. "Oh shit, your dad is an alcoholic."

"Trust me, I know." I sarcastically laugh.

"I'm such an asshole, I should have never asked you to drink."

"It's okay, I can handle my alcohol. Besides sex, it's the only other thing that distracts me." I shrug and nod my head.

He lets out a sigh as he goes back to pouring it, sliding the small shot glass over to me. I lift it up and stare at the clear liquid. "Well, cheers, I guess." He states with a laugh.

"Cheers to my first night at a carnival." I laugh and click my glass to his. I pour the shot down my throat, allowing the liquid to burn. I never mix my vodka because it gets me drunk faster.

"How do you like your bear?" Grayson motions toward the table.

"It's cute." I smile back at it.

"So, did you have fun tonight?" He pours us more shots to take.

"Surprisingly, did you?" I take the glass and dip it down my throat again.

"Yeah, until Tommy showed up." He rolls his eyes while shaking his head.

"He's just hurt." I mutter with a sad sigh.

"I mean, you did fuck him and then come here."

"You can't seem to get over that, can you?" I groan and pour the vodka into a red solo cup.

"He must have been terrible in bed." He laughs while taking a sip from his whiskey.

"Opposite actually." I grip onto my cup.

"Really?" He seems interested in my statement.

"Yeah, he's really dominate and rough. I like that." I smirk with an easygoing laugh.

"Wow, Monroe has a kink." Grayson bites down on his lower lip.

"Oops." I shrug my shoulders while taking another sip. "Slow sex is too personal and intimate."

"I can agree to that. Passionate sex is meant for couples who are in love." He mocks them by rolling his eyes.

"Exactly, if it's quick and rough then it doesn't mean as much." I state my logic while downing another large gulp of vodka.

"Yeah, that's the way to go." He nods and pours more whiskey into his drink.

I look around the large kitchen and begin to laugh. "Where's your chef tonight? Or your maid? Or whatever you rich people have?"