His Trouble Maker

Chapter 59

JESSICA

My eyes burn, swollen from sleep or crying or both. I don’t remember when I stopped sobbing. Only that I did. I stare at the ceiling for a long time, hoping for numbness. Hoping maybe if I worship it long enough, it’ll show mercy. Maybe it’ll numb me. Maybe it’ll split open and take me back.

However, no one takes pity on the weak. I know that now. I’ve earned that knowledge when Theo took advantage of me. So, I decided to continue my day as if everything’s alright.

“There she is!” Pierce eagerly shouted tapping Grayson’s shoulder. I saw both of them having their morning coffee and discussing something. “Going somewhere lil sis?”

I ignore him completely. My focus is entirely on Grayson, whose eyes widen slightly as he takes in my appearance–the dark smudged makeup I didn’t bother washing off, the hickeys I didn’t try to hide.

Without warning, I straddle Grayson’s lap, knocking his coffee against his chest. He hisses at the heat but I silence him by crushing my mouth against his. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling just hard enough to hurt.

When I break away, I smile at the shock on both their faces. “Can we talk?” I whisper against Grayson’s lips. “Privately.”

Pierce clears his throat. “Uh, is that a fucking hickey Jessica?!”

“Pierce, you can go,” he says, voice terrifyingly calm.

Pierce snorts. “Dude, this is my house.”

Grayson’s hand slides up to my throat, thumb pressing against one of Theo’s marks. His eyes never leave mine. “Go.”

The door slams a moment later. Grayson’s fingers tighten slightly around my neck.

“Who touched you?” he asks, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Who. Fucking. Touched. You.”

I feel his rage like a physical thing–a storm building inside him that will destroy everything in its path. Good. That’s what I want. Destruction.

“I’m cheating on you,” I say, feeling his fingertips press deeper into my skin. “You have to break up with me.”

Please be mad at me, Grayson.

need you to

are almost black. Without warning, he flips me onto my back, the coffee table crashing beneath

hands finding my throat again. This time, he squeezed until

stinging my eyes. “Last night.

other hand crashes into the wall beside my head, plaster cracking. “Stop lying to

me,” I plead, voice barely audible

won’t come. I’m drowning in air. My lungs burn, my constricts. I claw at his hands, my nails

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Chapter 59

what

he’s somewhere else entirely.

limbs growing heavy. One last desperate scratch across his forearm finally breaks through whatever trance he

horror washing over his face as I roll to my side, coughing violently,

hovering over me, afraid to

I shouted, stepping away from him. I stumble backward, knocking over a

do it,” I whisper, my voice a painful rasp. “You

falls to his knees, keeping his distance. “Jess, I swear to Goddess, I don’t know what happened. It was like

couldn’t control…“.

our struggle. A text

he moves faster than I can

washing

Give that back!” I lunge forward, but he sidesteps me, already scrolling through my

pater with each swipe.

clawing desperately for it. My nails rake across his cheek, leaving angry red lines. He barely flinches, just

chest. When he didn’t give up the phone, I found

the impact, phone still clutched in his hand. For a heartbeat, everything

me,” he whispers,

done? The redness blooming across

predator as I retreat, bumping into