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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As Grayson glides through the city, it's hard to decide where to look; outside to the glorious, illuminated sights of London, or to Grayson, who always fascinates me in so many different ways.
I end up switching between the two. Outside, the ambience is electrifying; music, lights and laughter emitting from every direction. Inside, Grayson is mesmerising, his clean cut suit and mouthwatering aftershave enhancing his already breathtaking aura.
I still don't know what I did to earn this night, but I'll take it, because right now, I feel on top of the world.
The fact that I didn't pay much attention to our surroundings the whole ride here also means that, when Grayson flies into a car park, I have no idea where the hell here even is.
"Wait there," Grayson tells me once he's parked, exiting the car and jogging to a nearby ticket machine.
I smile as I watch him pace away, my stomach still squirming with the excitement of tonight and what it holds for us. I just pray that there's nothing—or nobody—out there that will ruin it for us. Not again.
When Grayson returns, he opens my door and ushers me out, placing the ticket onto the dashboard.
The car park is silent, and I can practically hear my own pulse when we walk hand in hand to the nearest exit. Grayson obviously knows the best places to park, given how damn busy London is.
"Are you cold?" Grayson asks, leading me to a bustling walkway—bars, restaurants and nightclubs pulling masses of tourists in. "You can have my jacket."
Truthfully, I'm too nervous to think about the temperature. And when I'm nervous, my skin flames, so for now I can't feel the cold.
"I'm fine," I say, smiling and grateful that Grayson has slowed his pace to allow me to walk in my heels without falling flat on my face.
The soft silk of the dress feels incredible when I walk. For the first time in a long time, I actually feel a million dollars. Though maybe that has to do with the fact that I have a beautiful beyond belief man at my side, who's treated me to a brand new dress that perhaps only models would wear otherwise.
As we walk, it doesn't go unnoticed that swarms of girls are eyeing up Grayson, gawking and giggling between themselves. I roll my eyes, but equally I didn't expect anything less; it's Grayson, after all.
But, much to my surprise, I earn the looks of several men too, their eyes looking me up and down and their lips pouting. When Grayson notices, his arm hooks around my shoulder, pulling me closer than I already was. And I giggle.
Oddly, I love his possessive side. And in reality, I'm not even his.
Though how I wish I was.
Batting away my derailing thoughts, I'm confounded when the sight of the Thames is perfectly in view, right in front of us.
It seems like only yesterday we were here last, when we stared out to the water after a sharing a completely perfect date.
