Misery Loves Company

Chapter 16

By the time we arrived at the party, it was 9:30 pm. There were already dozens of cars littered throughout the large estate driveway. Ashley and I walk up to the front door of Greyson's mansion and I take a deep breath before I walk through the doors.

"You good?" Ashley looks over and asks me, clearly picking up on my discomfort.

"Yes. Let's have some fun," reassuring her.

It's an absolute madhouse when we walk in. The music is blaring and there are people everywhere. The same beer pong table that was set up last time is exactly where we left it. Ashley and I have to push through people to get to the drinks. As I'm walking I make quick glances in each direction praying I don't run into Greyson.

Relief washes over me when I see he is nowhere to be found. Please don't let me see him tonight. Thankfully, the house is entirely too big so there is a good chance you can get around without running into everyone here. I'm praying that's my situation tonight.

But I spoke all too soon when I hear a voice come up from behind Ashley and me. 

"Hey May," Greyson's soft, smooth voice sends chills down my spine. He has some balls coming up and greeting me after what he pulled last weekend.  

Ashley and I both turn around and immediately, I see Ashley look him up and down, clearly surprised and excited by how sexy this man is. 

"Hi Greyson," I respond as flat and as unemotional as I can.

"And you are?" he looks over to Ashley.

"Ashley," she smiles and shakes his hand, already under the spell of his charm.

"Nice to meet you, Ashley. Can I get you both something to drink?" his offer is flirtatious.

Ashley chimes in too quick.

"Absolutely, we'd love a drink."

"Great, I'll be right back. Ciroc for you May?" he accompanies his little joke with a wink causing my cheeks to flush.

He strides away, presumably into the kitchen to fetch us some drinks before I can even make any resemblance of a response. 

"Okay... What the fuck was that? And who the fuck is he?" Ashley turns to me demanding answers.

"I don't know what you're talking about.." I try to play dumb.

"Bullshit May, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Uhhh, he's just a guy I met last week that may or may not own this house," nonchalantly trying to downplay the last bit of what I said.

"Wait... this is his house? Why didn't you tell me about him? He's hot as fuck!"

Maybe because he is a douche bag player, who clearly only wants one thing even though he has a girlfriend and lied to my face about it. 

I couldn't even believe I was saying this, but I was more than happy to see Greyson come back with two drinks and place one in each of our hands. I didn't want to discuss this anymore with Ashley even though it will absolutely come up again when we were back at the apartment. She would never let juicy information like this go without an explanation. Fuck me.

"Ashley, do you mind if I borrow your friend May for a moment?" he asks politely. 

What the fuck? 

"Take her away!" she responds with a wide grin and turns to me mouthing "have fun," with a wink.

Greyson gently places his hand on the small of my back. My nipples grow hard in response. He guides me to a quiet area of the house, which, due to how many people and how big his house was, seemed like it took forever. The only quiet place was a giant pantry outside the kitchen. He closes the door behind us and turns to face me. 

"I owe you an apology," he gazes deep into my eyes with sincerity. "I should have come back to the table. I'm so sorry I didn't." 

Wow. After I saw him with his girlfriend, I didn't even bother to stick around. I got up and left the table so I wouldn't be there when he got back. But silly me thinking he would even do what he said. The bastard didn't even show back up at the table, which explains why he didn't come looking for me. This keeps getting better and better. 

"What are you talking about?" I question him. "I saw you with that girl from the other night and I left the table to go back onto the dance floor. I didn't realize you never came back to the table but thank you for letting me know."

"Wait, you saw me with Brittany?" 

"Sure did."

"Ok, well let me explain then, please," he begs me.

"Look Greysyon," I hold up my hands, "I don't know what kind of game you're playing here. I have no intention of finding out, I don't want to get caught up in the middle of you and your girlfriend, or whatever the fuck she seems to be." I chug my drink as fast as I can. "Whatever it is you think you want to know, you don't. I can promise you that." 

I push past him to walk out the door and back into the party, but before I can, Greyson grabs me by my wrist and whips me back around so I am pushed up against his chest. He pulls my head up and meets my lips with his. We collide in the most passionate, earth-shaking kiss. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and my tongue matches him, almost as if they're dancing to a song we haven't yet heard. He picks me up and wraps my legs around his body. I take my hands and wrap them around him, tangling them up in his gorgeous, thick hair. My body feels as though it's on fire. This is better than any drug I have ever known.

He twists me around and pushes me up against one of the walls. One hand wrapped around my body, the other bracing the wall behind me. His mouth moves to my ear. "Forgive me?" he breathes out heavily. He takes his teeth and gently tugs at my earlobe, sending an army of chills rushing down my body - I clench my legs tighter. My sex throbs. His mouth moves lower, trailing my neck with kisses until he meets my lips again. Engulfing each other. Time seems to stop before I realize what is actually happening. I snap back into reality and force my legs down and push him away.

"Stop," I breathe out.

We're arm's length away from each other, both breathing heavy now. 

"I'm not doing this. I'm not doing this with you."  I let out, gasping for air.

"May, I want to get to know you. I'm so sorry I didn't come back. When Brittany told me who you were and what you've been through, I got freaked out." 

As the words came out of his mouth, I felt the wind leave my body and the color drained from my face. 

"What the fuck did Brittany tell you?"

"She told me your name is May Carter. That you're the girl who lost her family in that awful car accident last year," he seemed so upset to have to speak the very words I was hearing.

"Who I am. What I've been through," I point to my own chest, " is no business of yours Greyson. It never will be."

I storm out of the room with anger igniting my veins on fire. My bones feel as if they're going to break. I am blind with rage and I feel my heart fall into the pit of my stomach. I don't even know how I am left to feel a thing after all that I've numbed myself too.

I immediately find the nearest bottle of booze and begin to chug it. Fuck this. Fuck this night. Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck them all. I am going to drink until I no longer feel a god damn thing. And then I'm going to drink some more.