Mr.Graceffa doesn't do romance.

Chapter 9: Not scared

{Joeys Pov}

*The next morning at work*

I hand the man my keys to park my Porsche. I run my fingers through my hair and walk into my building.

My building, why yes.

A thin woman named Macy takes off my heavy over coat, and I nod at her to thank her. I straightened my regular business suit and brush off my shoulder. I make my way to the front desk.

Katy: Hello there, Mr. Graceffa. I heard the big sponsorship award show was a success like always.

I lean against the counter that separates us.

Joey: Of course it's a success. It's my wallet that determines it.

She laughs and flips through papers and files.

Joey: Do you happen to know if Mr. Dawson is coming in today?

She looked up at me from her papers and lifted an eyebrow, along with her voice.

Katy: Mr.Dawson, eh?

I just stared right through her like glass, and annoyed.

She shrugged and returned her attention to the messy papers on her desk.

Katy: He already checked in today.

I nodded and put my hands in my pockets.

Joey: And also, I would like my mail hand delivered to me on my terms or not at all. The mail boy has certainly caused me a disturbance previously.

Katy typed a few things on her computer.

Katy: I'll let him know. And these are yours.

She handed me a book width stack of papers in a tan folder.

Joey: And what are these?

Katy: Mainly minor contracts and agreements you can set for your workers, others are bills and major cross country and over sea paper work that has to be done by you. Good luck sorting out which is which.

I rolled my eyes and tucked the papers into my suitcase.

Joey: Could you not have sorted them out?

Katy took a sip of her coffee.

Katy: That's not what I get paid for. I have worked here for as long as you've been alive to be tricked into doing that. But maybe you can get Mr. Dawson to do it for you.

She winked at me and handed me a small number that had to be called to talk about business agreements eventually.

Katy: I remember when you were a young one waddling in here, holding Daddy's hand. He was always a great care taker, wasn't he?

Joey: The best. Now I must go.

I growled under my breath and headed towards the elevator, where a worker helped me on and up to my floor. I got off alone and opened my door.

???:Boo.

I heard a sarcastic tone say behind me. I turned around and there was Shane leaning against the door, trapping me in my own office.

I set my suitcase on my desk and leaned against my desk.

Joey: Shane. How have you been lately? I thought you had up and ran.

Shane walked over to me where he was leaning over me and surprisingly grabbed me by my shirt collar. I didn't like the feeling.

Shane: I'm not scared. I'm not scared of you or whatever little secrets you're hiding. I have proved to you by simply having what you call 'satisfying sex' and what I claim is some type of sex dungeon. I don't care for your whole 'Not going to love' attitude, because hell you're gonna love me. I'm not ashamed of you, nor does what you do scare me. I'm the only one who really knows of the sick and twisted things about you, and I accept you. And I'm not going to let you just get away with stealing me. You intrigue me. And I demand to know more about you of that means falling for you, so be it. But hell if I'm going down you're going down with me.

When he was done talking I grabbed him by his hips and slammed him up against the wall to my right.

Joey: First of all, I'm the only one doing the grabbing around here. You don't come into my office, looking as good as you do, and then think you're going to get the advantage. Second of all, you don't know the shit you're are asking yourself into. I will do everything in my power to have all of you, any time and every time I want, and you shouldn't expect a single thing back. That is what you are asking for. I am a work of art, a masterpiece. You would simply not be able to comprehend me. You are a different kind of art. You are beautiful and charming and easy going. I am a darker more mysterious point of view. You wouldn't understand and you won't understand. Ever.

I looked up and down his beautiful body, which was held tightly in a lovely thin and tight suit. All the way up to his Quiff did he look amazing. I was so busy drooling over such a form, that only his most appealing words stick out to me;

Shane: Enlighten me, then.

I looked up at him, staring straight into his beautiful eyes, trying to call any bluff. He didn't show one, nor did he look away; but instead he stared straight back at me. When I couldn't find anything, not a trace of hesitation or lying, I had finally found what I had been looking for all along. Something pure. Something that was fresh and new and pure like the white sheets and the comfort of it all.

Does this change my view points on love at all? Not in a single way. But this was different. Not that I could explain it to you in simple words that would be understandable, it's just, it's silence. It's a pure silence but there is something deep inside that silence that I saw deep inside his blue eyes.

I leaned in to kiss him and his soft, pink, lips met mine and ecstasy ran through my veins and through my fingertips, disappearing into his hair like my fingers had. I sucked on his bottom lip, tasting him and everything he was. He made me see things slightly differently, and he made me see that everything didn't always have to be a black or white.

A pure or evil.

Sometimes it could be Grey.

{A/N: OMG I really love this chapter I hope it's not too short <3 I love you guys}