More Than I Bargained For

Chapter Eighteen: No More Apologies

Chapter Eighteen

"Who's the sleeping beauty now?" someone whispered in my ear.

I smiled and opened my eyes. Gorgeous, tanned, golden abs filled my vision. I touched them to make sure it wasn't a dream.

Drew chuckled. "Like what you see?"

I responded my kissing him softly. "Does that answer your question?" I asked playfully.

"It sure does," Drew said.

Drew kissed me in return. Mmm, morning love. I pulled him closer. I was grateful that I could go to sleep and wake up with him in my arms. He felt so soft, we felt surreal.

I didn't deserve him. Not one bit. But I would keep him for as long as I could.

Drew lay on top of me, kissing my neck and I just happened to look at my door.

I saw Grady standing in my doorway, his expression angry and hurt. I looked at him for a moment. Then I turned back to Drew, and kissed him deeply.

I didn't have to look back to know he'd walked away. I didn't have to go to his house to know how bad I'd hurt him.

He was a big boy. He'd be okay.

I pulled away from Drew.

"Headache," I mumbled, thinking of an excuse.

Drew rubbed my temple. "Aww, poor thing," he mocked. "I have to go. I'll see you later."

I watched as Drew put on his shoes and gathered his things.

How could I let him go? But how could I let him stay?

I got up and walked Drew downstairs, kissing him goodbye.

"He's leaving so soon?" Grady asked bitterly, walking toward me.

I hadn't noticed him in the sitting room.

"Why does it matter to you?" I spat back. "I am NOT your girlfriend so anything I do is no concern of yours."

I walked past him but before I could reach the stairs he grabbed me by my arm.

"Feisty? Or jealous?" Grady asked.

Jealous? "Jealous? Jealous?!" I yelled with rage.

"Did I stutter? You are SO jealous of your mom! You're jealous of the fact that SHE has ME and all you have is...is...Drew!"

"Did you REALLY just say that? I am nowhere near jealous of my mom! In fact, YOU are the jealous one."

"Ha. Me? Jealous? Of who? Definitely not Drew, the soft little punk."

"Do NOT talk about Drew," I fired. He was REALLY starting to piss me off.

Grady smiled an arrogant smile, something I never thought I'd see. "Hmm. Why? What's so special about little three-year-old Drew? Huh? Does he let you play with his toys? News flash: you don't deserve him, Aynsley."

"You bastard! How can you be so cruel, so heartless? I thought you were better than that. But obviously the hell not; I guess my judgement's not as good as I thought it was."

"You are the LAST person to judge someone, Aynsley! Yeah, that's right - I'm the sinner and you're the saint. What kind of saint do you know that sleeps with her mom's boyfriend while she has her own boyfriend? Huh? Last time I checked that was called adultery. Maybe I should embroider bright red A's on all of your clothes. 'A' stands for whore, right?"

I stood there, shocked. Was this the guy I loved? I didn''t think so.

"Wow, Grady! If that's how you feel...then I don't know what to say. I guess I never thought it would come to this." Tears stung my eyes - I would not let them fall. "I can believe I fell for you, your games. If this is how you treat the ones you want, I sure as hell feel sorry for the ones you don't."

"Aynsley I-"

"Shut the FUCK UP, Grady! You are an inconsiderate, spiteful, vindictive, vengeful, malicious, rude, despicable, vile, obnoxious, atrocious, arrogant, indivious, avaricious, demanding, resentful, possesive son of a bitch! And I can't BELIEVE I fell for you! You can't get upset over anything, I bend over backward for you! And this is how you treat me! I'm glad you showed me this side of you, so I know EXACTLY what I'm missing!"

I was pissed. Beyond pissed. Furious, angry, upset, sad, hurt, infuriated, ouraged, and everything inbetween.

I turned around and began to walk away when Grady grabbed my arm again. He spun me toward him and thrust his lips upon mine. I kissed him back for a minute then pulled away quickly. Grady's eyebrows were knit together in confusion.

"Sorry, Grady," I said walking away from him, "but that's not going to fix everything this time."

It would take a lot more than just a kiss or two. I knew deep down inside it was true.