Black and Grey | Book 1

Chapter 5

I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't hear the door open. I felt a hand on my back and I jumped, turning around.

"Oh, hey, what's wrong?" I heard a deep voice ask.

I looked up and saw Ethan. I moved away from him slightly and he sat down beside me on the couch. He looked at me curiously for a few seconds and then sighed.

"Was my brother a dickhead to you?" He asked, not looking surprised. Ethan rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked around at the apartment, before looking back at me.

I shrugged at him, not wanting to talk shit about his own brother to him. I wouldn't know how he'd react. He leaned forward and wiped my tears away.

"Forget about him, he's a dick. He can be a bit... complicated at times I guess." He said, unsure.

"Look, I bought you some clothes to put on, so you don't have to wear his clothes. After you've got dressed, let's go out. It must be so boring in here." Ethan mumbled as he walked around the apartment.
(Outfit up above).
I went into the bathroom to get changed and I was surprised at how well the clothes fit, they were literally my exact size. Even the bra, shoes and panties fit.

Bit weird, but Ethan has been sweet so far, however I've only just met him now. I couldn't be too sure about his motives. What if he was a dick like Grayson? Or even worse?

I heard a knock on the door and heard Ethan speak.

"By the way I got you some um, girl things." He stuttered a bit as he said that. I opened the door and he passed a bag over to me. It was filled with pads and tampons. My eyes bulged. There was so many.

Looks like I'll be stocked for up to a year.

"Uh wow, um thank you." I said and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"There's other things as well in there like a hairbrush and stuff, just under all the uh other stuff." He said and quickly walked away.

I took the hairbrush out and started brushing my hair and left it down. I grabbed one of Grayson's perfume and sprayed just a bit over me. As I was done getting ready, I walked out of the bathroom and saw Ethan on the couch, playing on his phone. He looked up and then looked at my outfit.

"Okay I'm not one to boast, but damn, I did good." He said, smiling proudly and I let out a small smile. Ethan kind of had a childish nature about him, which I couldn't help but smile at. It was almost impossible not to.

"There's that smile. Do I get brownie points for making you smile?" He teased and I shrug, but smile nonetheless.

"Come on, lets go. Oh and by the way, turn your phone off. Just in case someone tracks you." He said casually.

Why would anyone track me?

The only person who knew I was missing was Zara and even then, I didn't know whether she was being held captive too. My parents got in touch with me a few times, but the last time I spoke to them, they announced that they were going on holiday, so communication between us would be rare for a couple of months.

They didn't know I was missing.

The thought of that makes me sad as I think about my mother's smile and my dad's horrible 'dad' jokes.

I frowned but did as he said and we both went downstairs and out of the apartment to his car. I got in and buckled myself in.

"How did you know my size?" I asked curiously and he smiled again as he looked in the rear view mirror.

"Just a wild guess."

"What's with the suit?" I asked as I looked at the suit he was wearing. I recall being in the club where almost every man was wearing a suit and I wondered why.