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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Feeling slightly rebellious, I parade confidently through the busy streets of the city.
Grayson will surely be angry that I refused his offer—no, his demand—but inside I feel empowered and, yeah, slightly mischievous. Though I'm sure the three or four cocktails I consumed tonight have a small part to play in this.
At the bus stop, I take a seat and take out my phone; I have six missed calls from Grayson.
I don't know why I'm giggling, but I find it kind of funny. Grayson worries too much sometimes. He needs to remember I'm only getting on the bus to go home, not sharing a taxi with some ex-convicts.
Looking around, I smile, taking in the bright streets brimming with people. Why is Grayson so worried? I could skip through these streets and not feel worried.
And, in a slight moment of madness, I do.
Standing from the bench, I decide not to climb on board the bus that just showed up. No, tonight I want to admire and really take in the city as I walk home. I want to prove to Grayson that I can be independent, without the need of his sleek Mercedes to take me here, there and everywhere.
Sniggering, I fold my jacket around me, following the crowds past closed shops and a large cathedral.
I should really start doing this more. Walking through London at night, really admiring the sights, is quite damn empowering.
"Hello?" I answer when my phone rings again, a smile pulled onto my lips.
Of course Grayson is angry now.
"Mia, where the fuck are you?" He growls.
I smile, biting down on my lip. "Just walking."
"Don't fuck with me, Mia. Are you on the bus?"
"Nope," I tease. "I'm walking back home. Is that okay with you?"
My sarcasm is evident, and I'm slightly apprehensive of his response, but there's a light thrill swirling about my stomach which is encouraging me to carry on.
"Damn it Mia! Where are you?" I can tell he's getting angrier by the second.
I hang up the phone. I don't want to deal with an angry Grayson right now. I tell myself that I'll call him back when I'm home, despite how furious he'll surely be.
As the midnight air grows colder, I find myself crossing way too many roads and sauntering down way too many streets. The further I walk, the more apparent it becomes that I don't actually know where I'm meant to be going.
I huff, resorting to Google Maps for support.
At the sight of my phone telling me I have a one hour walk home, I sigh. Maybe I should have just got the bus after all.
