Greyson (Lightening Series Book One)

Chapter Twenty Three

"If any of you need anything just give us a shout, we will be through in the kitchen." Charlotte told both me and Grey sweetly as she deposited coffee and dashed back out the door.

"Thanks." I mumbled, leaning across to grab my coffee cup and hold it nervously.

We were in the same room that we happened to find ourselves in after the party. This time though, I sat on one sofa and Grey sat across from me on the other sofa. We hadn't spoken and neither of us dared to, we were both waiting for one of us to break the silence but neither of us wanted to cave.

He was watching me intently, his head titled and jaw working as if he was trying to find the right words to say something to me, his stubble making him deliciously edible.

"Did you enjoy dinner last night?" I blurted out trying to ease the tension in the room, clearly it worked because he let out a small chuckle.

"Fucking splendid."

So maybe he was still riding on a high from anger, I never did anything wrong though. I simply told him how I felt last night and that was that.

"You're still angry with your Mum?" I asked him confused taking a nervous sip from my cup. He looked over to me as if it was a look of disbelief and shook his head.

"I think that's the least of my worries at the moment." He muttered out, throwing himself forward to fetch his cup of coffee and placing it in a vice grip within his hand.

"Well your very possibly a million pounds out of pocket and..."

"Why didn't you tell me Emily?" He demanded, cutting me off.

"Tell you what?" I asked. I mean there was few things I said last night that probably deserved an explanation but he hid things from me too apparently.

"About moving back to here from New York? Maybe about you giving up publishing completely?" He shook his head, "I told you I would fly from Boston to New York, you agreed to come over to the penthouse so there was plenty of time for you to tell me. A decision like that isn't made over night." He seethed, shifting himself on the sofa to settle his agitation.

"Yeah well you hid things from me too." I shrugged, "If I'm being honest, I didn't think you would care. This thing between us is just sex, you said so yourself and clearly Allison has more than enough of your attention at the minute so why not take her?" I suggested sourly, "If you need company that much then take her if that's what's bothering you." I told him shrugging away the pain at the thought of him and Allison together and pushing myself further into the sofa.

"I couldn't give two shits about Allison." He growled out.

"Well you couldn't give two shits about me either so that's understandable." I gave him a small nod as my lips thinned. "After we had sex and as I slept next to you, you were texting her. You told me that she wasn't coming to dinner, that you never planned on taking her. You did take her." I concluded for him feeling bitterness arise in my chest again.

"I took her for a reason." He snapped slamming his cup on the table as coffee spilled down the sides.

"Why?" I asked him simply, if he took her for a reason he better have a damn good answer.

"None of your business." He snapped.

"Your right, it is none of my business and neither are you." I snapped back, "I'm done with these games Grey and quite frankly until you grow up, I'm done with this conversation." I told him tightly as his eyes burned with rage.

"Then why the fuck are you here?" He snarled like a viscous dog.

"I'm here because you happen to own the house that I have just purchased." He shrugged leaning back into the sofa, "Why would you tell your solicitor to match any price I put forward?" I asked curiously as he tilted his head to smirk at me.