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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Blurry. Everything is blurry.
Colours swirl in my mind, my eyes a fuzzy mess.
For once I feel happy. Too damn happy.
My heart is beating a joyful rhythm, enhancing the strong feelings of love that course throughout me.
This is the best I have felt in a long, long time.
***
"Mia, MIA!"
Uhh. Who's trying to disrupt me of this feeling that I so badly want to savour? And why are they shaking my body so forcefully?
"MIA! Fuck sake! Stay with me baby please!"
I open my eyes again. Oh, I remember where I am now; I think this is Grayson's car park. Wait. Does he own the car park, too?
Probably.
I giggle at the thought.
"Stop slapping my cheek," I groan, laughing wildly. Why does my body feel so warm? Isn't it supposed to be winter?
"Come on," Grayson's beautiful voice sounds in my ear, causing me to shiver.
Jeez. I love this man so much.
Everything is spinning when I'm pulled from the car, collapsed over Grayson's body like some kind of ragdoll. But I kind of enjoy the sensation.
"Where are we going?" I snigger, my arms hanging freely. "Why are you moving so fast?"
"Fuck," Grayson whispers, but I hear him perfectly.
It gets even warmer when Grayson shuts the door behind him; I think we're in his apartment now. I love this place.
"Grayson," I croak, my mind dizzy. "Let's party. Let's kiss all night long."
He places me down, but for some reason my legs barely support me, so he hooks his arm around me instead, leading me to his bathroom.
But, why is it decorated with pink and yellow blotches?
"Down here," he orders, making me kneel before the toilet.
He's so goddamn bossy.
"Grayson, I love you." I take his soft cheeks into my hands as I sit on the cold tiles. He looks so different; his face is all distorted, but somehow he still looks amazing. "Let's go to bed."
He shakes his head. Why is he rejecting me?
"Mia, sorry for this, but I'm getting this shit out of you."
"W—what?" I chuckle.
I'm not sure what's happening, but when Grayson sticks two fingers into my throat the rush of happiness inside of me turns to confusion.
