My Casanova Boyfriend [Under reendition]

These are the Lies

Days passed even weeks did, Gray had never once seen Erza again not after that night, in Sardinia. Not her, not Sophia nor Hector nor Madison, not even the guy that tried to kill him, her brother. Well it's not like he care, he should actually be thankful that he wasn't seeing any of them.

He already told his parents, assuming Erza did the same but not entirely what happened.

"Tsk. I don't care about those bastards waging war with us," Christian shrugged off Hector's hand and turned his back, "but if Saggezza would be implicated then it's a different matter," he gave Gray one last glare before taking his leave.

Putting everything behind, the raven haired boy continued with his lifestyle this time only, he's more showy. Day and night he has a girl with him, a different lady each day but who remains was Celene, the golden eyed blonde. She loves Gray more than anyone or anything; it doesn't matter if he's with a different girl at night as long as she could call him, hers.

All summer long, it has been like that. Gray had became worse than he was before. It was nearing September, the last few weeks of August seems so uncanny since almost every year during this time he and Erza would go shopping or something like that but this year it would be different.

It's not like he misses her or anything, he's happy more than anything else, money, power, freedom and women. What's there not to like? It just feels weird.

"Hey Gray, honey~" the ever so sweet voice of the golden eyed blonde snap Gray out of his reverie, "Ah yeah what?"

"You're zoning out, what's on your mind?" she asked him concern completely visible in her voice.

"Nothing," he shrugged off her question.

Not wanting anymore distractions, Celene thought of something. Shifting her body to seat on Gray's lap, she faced him. Looking straight into his midnight colored orbs, slowly she leaned in and crashed her lips with his. It took about a few seconds before the thought of she's-kissing-you-idiot registered to his brain and finally kiss back.

It somehow weirded him out, though he actually does it with her often and even sometimes, occasionally crossing the line. Just today though it feels strange. So he gently pushed her off him, "Dad needs me with some things," Gray told Celene as he stood up from the coach.

"I'll be going now," he said taking his leave from her apartment.

Making his way to the parking space, where he left his car, Gray fished his keys out of his pocket and open the car's door. Hopping inside his white Porsche 911 Turbo S, the raven haired teen stepped on the gas and zoomed off pass the streets of Sagezza.

Not knowing the reason why he drove to that hill, Gray was surprised.

"It's been a while," he breathed. Marching out of his sports car, he leaned by its hood and admired the view.

It was the peak of that hill, where he had asked her to be his girlfriend. It was that exact site where they would stay when they feel alone. It was the precise summit where they've first met. And it was the literally the same place where he fell in love with her.

Walking around the city, Gray found himself on top of a hill. The hill was governed by turf grasses like Zoysia and St. Augustine's and on it's peak was a lone Whitebeam tree. He thought he was alone until he heard muffled sounds behind the tree.