"y/n get your ass down here!" your boyfriends voice boomed through the whole house.
you jogged downstairs and turned the corner, seeing grayson. he stood tall, his hands on his hips, eyebrows furrowed, tongue on the inside of his cheek as his jaw slightly dropped
"yes, daddy?"
"what the hell have you been doing all day while I was at work?" he clenched his jaw
"nothing really, just doing my makeup and online shopping. also cleaning up our room for tonight" I winked
"cut the shit, y/n. the dishes arent done, the living rooms a mess, the counter isn't cleaned-" he went on a rant at how dirty the house was. the house wasn't that messy as he makes it sounds, it's just hes very strict about having the house clean. he likes everything clean. but he can't help it, that's just how hes always been
"grayson." you walked towards him placing your hands onto the sides of his face, placing a soft kiss on his lips
"I'm really sorry, daddy. I know how much you like things cleaned and I was being irresponsible."
"no y/n. you're home alone all day and dont do shit. the least you can do is clean the house. all you care about is makeup and clothes" he scoffed
"excuse me? just because I dont clean the house ONE time doesnt mean anything. and I dont just care about those things, I care about much more. I care about you, my family, your family, my education, my future, etc. I care a lot even if it doesnt seem like it"
"did you do your online college work?" he asked. I looked down in guilt knowing I didn't do it
"God dammit y/n, you have a lot to do tomorrow" he rubbed his temple
"you know what, sometimes you can big such a brat." he scoffed again
you looked up and him through sad eyes.
"w-what did you call me?" he knew you were sensitive towards harsh words. knowing you had a rough past, people always calling you names
he looked at you, growing soft "I didnt mean tha-"
you turned around and ran upstairs into your bedroom, laying onto your bed as you put your head in your hands
grayson burst throwing the door soon after, jogging to you. he went to the side of the bed and crouched down, looking at you
"baby, I'm so sorry for what I called you. you arent a brat, i promise. you are beautiful, smart, talented, respectful, etc. your the most perfect girl on this earth. you didnt do what you were supposed to for one day, I'll let that go and I forgive you. I'm so sorry, please forgive me"
"yeah okay, whatever" you shrugged, closing your eyes not wanting to continue this conversation
"baby please look at me" he pled. you opened your eyes, looking into his gorgeous hazel orbs.
"I'll make it up to you" a smirk grew onto his face. "how?" you lifted your head up. "you know exactly how"
he crawled in between your legs as he hummed, looking at your wet pussy. what? he always looked extremely hot when he was mad. he made my knees weak.
