He gave me adrenaline, passion and thrill. I just didn't know at what cost...
When small town girl Mia Thorpe moves to London to begin a new life, the last thing she expects is to fall head over heels for the charming yet mysterious Grayson Cooper...
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Exiting the bus with weak legs and deflation consuming my whole body, I stalk to my house with tears staining my face.
Once inside, the door closed behind me, I slump to the floor, the sleeve of my coat flying to my swollen eyes.
Trust Tommy to ruin a perfect night—no—the most perfect night I've ever lived so far. Trust him of all people to ruin something that was building into something so special.
It's gone. Everything I had with Grayson. It's gone.
As my sobs attack my fragile body, I can't help but wonder what Grayson thinks of me. After everything Tommy said, he probably thinks I'm a liar who's playing him like a fool.
If only he could see through Tommy like I could. If only he could see through his pathetic lies and his false sense of power.
I thump the floor in anger, noticing with sadness how my teardrops have stained the material of my khaki coat.
Why did this have to happen?
I don't blame Grayson for not staying with me tonight. I wouldn't have wanted to either if that was my first encounter with Tommy. Hailey will surely bitch about the fact Grayson didn't make sure I got home okay when she finds out, but truthfully I don't care about that. I only care about Grayson, and honestly, I can look after myself.
Sitting in the darkness of the hallway, the silence consuming me, I begin to wish that Hailey were here with me. Despite her many judgements, she makes a good shoulder to cry on.
Eventually I pull myself up, swiping my hand through my hair and exhaling as I take the stairs one at a time.
In my bedroom, I stare at myself in the mirror, sighing in defeat. My eyes are bloodshot, my cheeks are red and swollen, and the black of my mascara has now smudged unattractively across my eyes.
My head drops. This is not at all how I envisaged this night to end.
With the presence of rain outside, hammering on the window and mirroring my current emotions, I decide to change into my pyjamas and crawl into bed. I'm mentally and physically exhausted, and I need a rest.
Lying under the duvet, my mind dizzy and eyes sore, I think how, if our night had gone as planned, Grayson and I would probably be running to find shelter right now, uncontrollably giggling as the rain drenches our clothes.
I'm so mad at Tommy. So mad that I can't find it in me to even try and get back at him.
I know I need to speak to him though; to tell him that what he did was completely out of order, but right now, I'm too angry, and I don't want to even see him or hear his voice.
I also need to speak to Grayson. I need to sort this mess out.
