more for us | grayson dolan (book two)

four

"Calm down." Grayson lowly whispers while gently pulling his body away from mine. "What do you mean your-"

"My mother is my fucking piano history professor." I say while taking in a breath.

"No fucking way." His jaw hangs low as he dries a few of my tears.

"Yes fucking way. Grayson, she's been living a double life for the past fifteen years." My head won't stop spinning, my thoughts are all over the place. I don't know what to fucking do.

"Does she know it's you?"

"Yeah, I talked to her." I place my hand on my forehead and try to slow my breathing. "She's married and lives on the Upper East Side."

"So, she lives close by." Grayson mutters.

"I need to call Jake." I quickly pull my phone out of my pocket. My judgement is cloudy as I press on his contact.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You know how he feels about-"

"Hey, how was class?" My brother's voice cuts Grayson off.

"I need you to come over here, now."

"Woah, what the hell? Stella, why are you crying?"

"Are you at work?" I rapidly ask.

"I'm going in at two. Is everything okay?" The tone of his voice is serious and stern.

"I know you want nothing to do with this penthouse, but hop in a taxi and come over here. I have to tell you something and it needs to be in person."

"Okay, okay. Text me the address. God, you're fucking scaring me." The worry in his voice is making my heart break even more.

"I'll explain when you get here." I hang up the phone and start typing out the address. Martin is going to have to buzz him up.

"Please calm down." Grayson whispers while stepping closer to me. His strong and muscular arms wrap around my body as a gesture to stop my crying.

"This is fucking insane." I say while looking into his eyes.

"I know. After all these years of wondering about your mother, you finally got answers as to where she's been."

"I used to say she was a math teacher. I wasn't that far off." I scoff at my past lies. I never wanted people to know that I was abandoned and lived a shitty life, so I did everything in my power to create a fake one.

"What else did she say?" He whispers while holding onto me.

"She has step children. The daughter is in my class and is the definition of a first rate rich bitch. She judged me because of my sandals."

"What's wrong with your sandals? I think they're cute." Grayson narrows his brows while looking at my toes.

"They are cute, but they aren't Gucci or Chanel so they aren't accepted."

"Who the hell cares what some snobby girl says?"

"Violet. Her name is Violet and I already want to body slam her into a wall." I pace back and forth and try to control my growing rage.

I feel so fucking angry about this entire situation. This girl has had a perfect relationship with my mother for the last ten years. They're both rich and wear designer clothing and bond over their pearls. My mother had short black hair and wore the same shirt everyday when she lived with me. She was nothing, and now she's everything.

"Well, don't do that." Grayson floats me back to reality.

"Why not? My badass side needs to make an appearance again. You turned me into a sappy romantic lead."