His Trouble Maker

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

JESSICA

I gave Grayson freaking Westwood a chance.

Oh, Moon Goddess! What did I do?

I sit up too fast, feeling the dizzy spin of my head, the ghost of Grayson’s hands still burning on my skin. I shudder, trying to shake off the residue of last night–the way I let him touch me, how I let it all happen. But the thought only makes my stomach flip more..

I shouldn’t have said yes.

I shouldn’t have let him get that close.

fix it later. I’ll fix it later.

However, I glance at the clock and realize later is now. Training starts in twenty minutes. I’m already late. For the first time, I don’t want to freaking gol I know I told myself I’ll play with him, but it feels so wrong. I am not a bad person. The whole thing feels stupid now.

“Jess! Open t

the door!” Pierce shouts from the other side, his voice laced with impatience.

I roll back into bed, pulling the blanket over my head, as if it could somehow block out the chaos in my mind. “Go away, Pierce! I’m sick,” mutter, hoping my voice sounds convincing enough to make him leave.

Thear him pause on the other side, a soft sigh slipping through the door. “Really? You’ve been fine all week. What’s going on with you?”

I groan into the blanket, pressing it tighter around my face, trying to push the reality of everything away. Why is he so persistent?

“I’m not feeling good. Just leave me alone,” I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut.

But before I can think any more, the door creaks open, and Pierce steps inside, all tall, broad shouldered, and looking at me like I’ve just done something he can’t quite figure out.

“What’s going on with you?” He crosses his arms, eyes scanning me with that sharp look I’ve known my whole life.

“I’m fine, okay?”

“You don’t look fine.”

“I am,” I snap, and immediately hate how brittle I sound.

He sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “Look, Grayson’s been acting weird all morning.”

My stomach drops

He says the name so casually, like it’s nothing,ke it’s not soaked in sweat and guilt and me

mean weird?” I ask, trying to

the room/Just–off. He’s not talking. Just sitting there

blink. I physically

He notices.

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didn’t even know

squints at

No words come out. My body’s already betraying me–heat crawling up

you

words out like they don’t taste

talk to him. Seriously, why do you hate each

hurling it at him. “You’re

not to laugh. But his eyes stay serious. “Come on, Jess. You can’t

forever”

I can think of to shove him away. “I don’t need you playing

the truth.

know I can tell when something’s up, right?” His voice softens, but there’s

Always protective. Always hovering. Even with Grayson. Especially with Grayson, Pierce has always made it clear that Grayson doesn’t belong in my world. That I should stay the hell away from him. And the worst part is,

a mess, and

Grayson, but don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he says,

I swallowed

you two are playing whatever little games you’re playing. But if you’re

even trying to hide my frustration. “What the hell does that

his eyes hard now, no trace of teasing left. “You know exactly what I mean. Grayson’s an ass. Don’t

a bitter exhale than anything else. “Better than that?” I shake my head, trying to get the sting of his words out of my chest. “It’s not that simple. It’s not just black and white

find the right words without making it worse. “But I know you. And I know him. He’s not worth it.”

second. He’s not wrong, Grayson is a mess

me like he’s waiting for something–some kind of acknowledgment that I’m hearing him. And for a second, I want to tell him everything. To explain why I even let Grayson get that close, but the

this time with less force. “I’ll deal

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stares at me for a moment longer. Then, finally, he sighs, his shoulders slumping in resignation. “Fine. But so you know? The idiot’s outside,

eyes widen. “And you’re just

feet, but my legs betray me, and I end up crashing to the floor

cutting through the air like it always does.

“You really know how to make an

heat flooding my face. “Shut up,” I growl, pushing myself up from the floor. My hands shake, frustration

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