His Trouble Maker

JESSICA

Try again?

Fuck that.

I’m done. No more. Since when do I take orders from this asshole?

I hit the ground again, the impact slamming every bit of air out of my lungs. Everything hurts–my legs, my arms, my ribs, my pride. Especially my pride. It’s the only thing left of me that hasn’t been shattered, and I can feel it breaking into pieces with every second I stay down here.

I roll onto my side, groaning. Fuck, my body really hurts. My ribs ache with every breath, my muscles scream with every move. But it’s not just my body. It’s everything. I’m lying here, unable to move, too weak to stand, and I hate it. I hate him.

I close my eyes for a second, just to block out everything. The sun’s warm against my skin, but before I can even take a proper breath, his shadow falls over me. It’s thick and heavy, blocking out the light, and I instantly feel the weight of him.

Gray.

I don’t even have to look up to know he’s there, towering over me like he’s some kind of god. He doesn’t need to say anything–his presence alone is enough to suffocate me.

“Giving up already?”

I want to scream at him, rip him apart for enjoying this, but I can’t

even get the words out.

Instead, I just lie there, staring at the ground, trying to get some air into my lungs. My heart’s racing, my chest is tight, and I can barely breathe without feeling like my body’s about to give out.

But then, I feel him. His hand–it’s not rough. It’s soft, It shouldn’t make my heart race, but it does. His fingers brush against my shoulder. Barely a touch, but it’s enough to make me flinch. I feel the heat of his skin, even through the dirt. I’m so aware of him, I can’t escape it. I can’t get away from the way his presence presses in on me, suffocating me.

I turn my head, refusing to look up at him. He’s too close. I can feel him watching me, waiting for me to crack. His breath hovers over me, and I’m trying so damn hard not to let it break me.

“Fuck off,” I whisper, voice rough, but it comes out weak. I’m too weak to fight it. I can’t even look at him without feeling like I’m giving in.

Gray chuckles–low, amused, like he’s enjoying this more than he should.

“I really thought you could last a week/ Jess.”

My pride stings. He doesn’t even have to touch me to break me, does he? I fight the urge to look away. I force myself to meet his eyes, even though the weight of his gaze almost crushes me.

offered because you

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Chapter 7

“Then why’d you accept?”

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stomach sinking just a little. He’s not wrong, but I’m not

he throws at me, but I’m not about to tell him that. He’ll just laugh in my face and use

force than I intend. Fuck him. I don’t need his help. I don’t need anyone’s

get up on

to sit up, grinding my teeth as I do. Every muscle protests, but I refuse to show it. Gray’s

seeing

“Weed some help?”

mocking smile playing on his lip. I was stupid to reach for it, thinking he actually

pulls

My eyes widen.

me. I don’t even have

in the

You okay there,

everything spinning. The dirt’s caked across my face, and the world is tilting. Above me,

on his

from my mouth, glaring up at him, rage bubbling in

grind out, my voice rough.

bit,” he says, his voice dripping with amusement.

easy.”

Too easy.

don’t belong in

me. That I’m nothing but a pretty face. That I’ll

be a

that smug look off his face. I wanted to throw everything at him–the rage, the pain, everything I’ve been holding in.

don’t even realize that my vision’s blurry until I blink. My chest

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