Inside Grayson Foster's bedroom

"Gray-" her voice cut out. "-son."

"Are you okay?" I mask my anger the best I that I can. "Get out of the car."

Madison shuffles her legs and grabs her bag. As she was just about to rise from the seat, he grabbed her wrist.

"She's not yours." He says harshly, shooting daggers at me with his sharp blue eyes. I watch as his dumb face harbors an annoying ass smirk.

"That's not for you to fucking decide." I growl at him, my anger beginning to show. "Don't talk to Madison again." I say strictly. "Ever."

"Hmm..." he says, a stupid grin on his face. "That's not for you to decide." He repeats my words.

My hand slams down on the top of his car roof.

"DON'T FUCKING TRY ME!" I shout.

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When her mother leaves on a trip out of country, Maddison Fren is drenched with the excitement of staying with her best friend. However, the only downside to living with your best friend, is their stupid, egotistical, man-whoring stepbrother: Grayson Foster.

Actually, I lied. There's another downside...
and it's waking up in bed next to him, neither of you remembering what happened.

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