If you're loved by someone, you're never rejected, decide what to be and GO BE IT
-The Avett brothers
Recommend Reading Introduction to Unproven
DEFINITELY READ Prologue
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six
Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two Chapter Twenty Three Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five Chapter Twenty Six Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight Chapter Twenty Nine Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty One Chapter Thirty Two Chapter Thirty Three
Chapter Thirty Four Chapter Thirty Five Chapter Thirty Six
Chapter Thirty Seven Chapter Thirty EightChapter Thirty Nine
Chapter Forty Chapter Forty One Chapter Forty Two
Chapter Forty Three Chapter Forty Four Chapter Forty Five
Chapter Forty Six Chapter Forty Seven Chapter Forty Eight
Chapter Forty Nine Chapter Fifty Chapter Fifty One
Chapter Fifty Two Chapter Fifty Three Chapter Fifty Four
Chapter Fifty Five Chapter Fifty Six Chapter Fifty Seven
Chapter Fifty Eight Chapter Fifty Nine Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty One Chapter Sixty Two Chapter Sixty Three
Chapter Sixty Four Chapter Sixty Five Chapter Sixty Six
Chapter Sixty Seven Chapter Sixty Eight
Chapter Sixty Nine
Grayson threw his legs over the side of the bed and jumped up, energy from the upper he'd popped several hours earlier still coursing through his veins as he went into the hotel bathroom. Damn he felt good, his body and mind both electrified and satisfied. He braced one hand on the wall as he took a leak, humming under his breath.
"How is it you even look sexy when you're takin' a piss?"
He glanced over at the girl who had wrapped a sheet around herself, her silky brown hair falling over her breasts enticingly. He waggled his eyebrows. "Must be my mojo," he said affecting a British accent.
"Like Austin Powers, only handsome as hell with good teeth?"
"Yeah baby, yeah," he flashed a grin as he gave ‘Grayson Junior’ a shake.
"So what do you want to do sexy boy? It's still early, we can hit a pub then come back here for another go 'round."
He inclined his head as if thinking it over while he walked past her and grabbed his boxers. "I would love to," he responded as he grabbed his jeans, "but I'm meeting my buddy and I've got an early appointment."
She cast him a hurt look, "Are you blowing me off?"
"No, of course not. I've got your number, I'll call you tomorrow," he lied as he buttoned up his blue silk shirt.
"Promise?"
He slipped his shoes on and jumped up, giving her a peck on the lips. "Who wouldn't want another go 'round with you?" He reached around and gave her backside a pat for emphasis.
"Okay lover boy, see you tomorrow," she said to his back as he headed out the door.
He threw up his hand in a goodbye salute, closing the door and jogging down the wide hallway to the elevators. He pressed the down arrow and pulled his phone from his pocket to check his messages.
Just tell me that you're alive. Dori. Again. He frowned slightly as the steel doors slid open. He stepped inside, punching the button for the ground floor and bit the inside of his cheek. He hadn't responded to any of her texts in days, mainly because he hadn't decided what he wanted to do about Aryanne. It was Dori and Ary's last night in Aspen, school would start in a couple of days. For them anyway, he wouldn't be back for several more.
He took a breath and hit the keypad. Alive. Terrible reception lately. I'll call when I can talk without being cut off. He pressed send and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
So far Jay had kept his promise, the past nine days had been fan-fucking-tastic. The guy knew how to live, to make the most out of being young and rich. Clubs and bars and parties, expensive drugs and beautiful women. Classy women like the one he'd just left. He'd also joined Grayson for one of his nights with the high-dollar hookers, making it a whole different experience by bringing his outrageous humor along with high-grade coke to the party. He was already making plans for Grayson to meet up with him and some buddies on spring break, go on a Booze Cruise to Puerto Rico.
"This is your life from now on young king," Jay had commented the other day as they'd hopped on a jet to Amsterdam. "The whole of the world is your own personal amusement park, and brother it's a ride that never gets old." Of course he still had to finish school, and do the Harvard thing, and eventually he would learn the ins and outs of running a multi-billion dollar corporation, but there would be lots of vacation time.
And where exactly did a relationship with a silly little blonde who lived in a fantasy world of feelings fit in? It didn't.
There was a slight flicker in the back of his consciousness and a small stab in his gut as her face flashed across his mind's eye. He shook his head violently to dispel it. A silly little blonde, he insisted silently, who would one day wake from her delusions of grandeur, and at such time she would be a spectacular disappointment.
He closed his hands into fists, angry that she was still giving him pause, however slight, frustrated that she'd gotten to him like that. He wouldn't even be eighteen for another week, he literally had his entire life ahead of him. A life filled with endless opportunities, and nothing was going to hold him back. He steeled himself.
She did not fit in, he thought with conviction, and all he had to decide now was how he wanted to end that particular game.
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