His Trouble Maker

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

JESSICA

Grayson is so fucking late. That asshole. He told me to wait in this spot and now he’s nowhere to be found. I was silently cursing him in my

head when I heard a familiar voice.

“Jessica…”

Huh?

“Jessica…”

What the fuck. I sit up so last the room tits. Did 1-1 Was 1-7 My eyes dart, frantic. I scan the room and realize I’m in my own fucking bed. But why am I here? The last thing I remember is I was waiting for..

“Shit,Grayson.”

I quickly jump off the bed and grab my phone, dialing his number. It’s past midnight already, and this is beyond ridiculous. What the hell happened? The phone rings. Once. Twice.

“Pick up, you asshole…

A third ring and I’m already out of my room, finding Pierce so he can come with me to check for Grayson instead I stop in the middle of the hall, blink like because that is weird. Our kitchen’s light is on. Mom is not around, and Pierce is probably sleeping at this hour. Something feels… wrong. So, I tiptoe and walk near our kitchen. I spot Pierce and Grayson standing by the kitchen island, beers in hand. I lean in closer, trying to catch every word.

“50, you and Aria are back, huh?”

I feel the ground slip out from under me. My stomach drops, a wave of nausea rushing over me.

Aria. Grayson’s fucking ex?

I barely breathe, pressing my back to the wall, my chest tight, as if I’ve just been punched. My eyes burn, the sting of tears threatening to spill, but I don’t let them fall W What does he mean by that?

Pierce’s voice, quieter now, almost too calm. “So what are you gonna do about it!”

Grayson laughs, and the sound claws at my insides. It’s rough, like he’s trying to mask something, but it only makes it worse. “Don’t know

yet. But my father wants her to be my Luna.”

Luna.

back surge, but I force them down,

to scream, but I can’t. I can’t breathe.

pressure inside me builds, and for a

known. I should’ve fucking

am I? Just

I freeze, straining to catch every word, to understand how I’ve gotten

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do you think?” Grayson’s voice is rough, but there’s something else in it, something that sounds like frustration Demmyba

matter what I think? You’ve already made your

the pit in my stomach widening, my heart pounding faster, like

know how dirty the old man plays. He threatened me that if I don’t do what he

mind races, scrambling to make sense of it. The name sounds familiar but I cannot remember who

one that’s empty. “I don’t know, man, Maybe I just marry the girl Maybe that’s how

hurts, goddess,

choose her, wasn’t he? Shit. More tears stream down

relentless, like they know what I can’t even admit to myself.

one using him for my own leverage but look at where

for even thinking there was

And neither will the ache, the one gnawing at me from

just

I went back to my room that night. I just know that it really happened. I woke up with my eyes hurting because I couldn’t stop crying. The tears had soaked my pillow, my face raw,

felt so

expect? That Grayson would change for me!

bitter, like bile

room. He was practically pulling the cover

just let

under his breath. His eyes dart to my face, like he’s afraid to see what’s so fucking obvious, but when they do, he doesn’t even try to

like he’s trying to piece me back

“No

exactly what’s going on in my head, like he can see the thousand tiny cuts Grayson left in me and

masculine I almost thought he’s a guy. “Who

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