Cold, so fucking cold.

I wake up with a gasp. Is someone murdering me? Have I moved on to the afterlife? I look around frantically as I shiver.

Eyes, his eyes. God dammit! "What the fuck!" I yell at him. The son of a bitch had thrown a full glass of cold water on me. At least get some new material?! I've already pulled that shit on him.

"I should be the one saying 'what the fuck!'"

He places the glass now empty on my nightstand and crosses his arms. "How dare you up and leave in the middle of the night! I was worried sick when I found that you weren't in your bed this morning!"

I remove the drenched duvet from myself and get out of the bed. I go straight to the closet and pull out one of the complementary robes.

"Turn around."

He smirks "I've seen it all before."

Scoffing I say "yeah and you're never going to see ur again."

"Is this about last night?"

"Turn!" He finally turned around and looked out the window while I got out of my soaked clothes and into the fluffy robe.

"Ok I'm done." He turns around and follows me as I walk out of the room and downstairs to the living room.

Plopping down on the couch I waited for him to take a seat. He opted for a blue velvet chair away from me. Smart man.

"I'm sorry about last night. I didn't think you'd see us."

I roll my eyes "if I didn't see you I would've heard you. She sounds like a squealing pig when you two fuck by the way."

He tries to hide his smirk but I know the man well enough to see that he found it amusing. But he quickly recovered by covering his smirk with a scowl.

"I think you've made your point, let's go." He stands but when u don't follow I see his temper rising.

Good, mine is too.

"Olivia." He grunts.

"What? I'm not going back to that place. I bet her cheap perfume still lingers in the air." I plug my nose.

"If I throw $100 bill out in the hallway will you follow it?"

"No but I bet your cheap date would."

How dare he insinuate that I'm a gold digger. He does remember he begged me to be his fiancé right? Men piss me off, they require a lot of training and I really don't have the time for that.

"Please show yourself out." I gesture to the door.

He moves towards me, planting both hands either side of my head trapping me. His face so close to mine that if I tilted my head up at the slightest, our lips would touch.

I hate the effect this man has on me. Because right now I'm ready to jump his bones.

Olivia you need to stay strong

My inner voice reminds me. "Sweetheart." He whispers into my mouth.

"What? Fuckhead." I whisper back.

Our lips suddenly conjoin, our kiss is rough and fast, he takes control as his tongue delves into my mouth and tangled with my own.

I let out an involuntary moan when I feel his hardened bulge pressing against my warmth. "Fuck." He curses moving to the belt of my robe and yanking it free.

Im completely nude underneath, he groans gazing at my naked form. His lips move away from my mouth and to my neck. He licks, sucks and bites his way down to my breasts leaving little red marks along the way.

He takes one hardened nipple into his mouth while massaging the other. He removes his mouth and blows cool air onto the bud causing it to immediately perk up. He grins. I smack the back of his head and pull him back down to my breasts. He does the exact same to my other breast, paying it the same amount of attention.

Coming to the realisation that he was fucking another girl less than 24 hours ago I shove him off me and wrap myself back up.

He looks at me confused "you thought it'd be that easy?"

It almost was.

Shut-up Olivia!

"You were with that bitch a couple of hours ago!"

"So? I don't recall this engagement to actually be real!"

Even though he was right, that this isn't real. His comment still hurt.

"Maybe not, but at least have some respect for me."

He sighed. "You're right. I shouldn't have done that. I was drunk and pissed off and I made a stupid decision. If it makes you feel any better I kicked her out after we were finished?."

I slapped his arm. "No it doesn't. You still went out of your way to fuck another woman while we are living together. I understand that it's your home but it's now mine to. Have some decency and get a hotel room or give me some warning."

He leans down giving me a gentle kiss. It was sweet and supple unlike our other kisses "your kisses aren't going to suddenly make this situation any better." I murmur.

"I promise I'll do anything. I feel awful. You're completely right, it was a dick move."

"You're right." We both smirked and pulled away my robe.

"Face the window."

"Huh?"

"Go stand in front of the window, please." He kissed my cheek.

I looked at him suspiciously but did at he said. I'm horny, don't fucking come for me. I'm doing this for myself, no one else.

I stood there, naked, for the world to see. It's somewhat thrilling.

"Want me to fuck you while you watch the view? I myself already have a great one."

I snorted "what is with you and fucking me while I look at a mirror or out a window?"

His hands roam over my ass and he gives it a spank, I gasp. The feeling when straight to my legs. "Would you prefer the bedroom? Kitchen? I'm fine with anywhere."

"Here's good."

"Great now bend."

I do as told, planting my hands against the cool glass to give me some balance.

"Spread your legs."

I adjust my stance to his liking.

His fingers slip in between my wet folds. He rubs back and fourth before dipping two of his fingers inside of me. I jerk at the pleasing sensation.

"You're drenched, even when you're pissed at me I still turn you on." He chuckles to himself removing his fingers.

I turn my head and glare at him. He unbuckles his belt and that's when I realised that he was making sure I was wet enough to take him in.

I watch in awe as he undoes his pants and pulls his fully erect cock out of his briefs. My mouth waters at the sight. He sees me staring and smirks. "Don't worry you can taste it later, right now I need to be inside of you."

His hands grip my ass firmly as he guides his cock into my hole. At first it was slow then he grabs my hips, pulling me back, taking his cock to the hilt.

Feeling him entirely inside me felt fucking good with a hint of pain that only makes me more aroused. He pulls himself almost completely out and thrusts back in again hitting my G-spot. "Oh god." I moaned pressing my forehead against the cool glass.

"Fuck sweetheart you're so tight. God, my cock feels so fucking good inside of you're sweet pussy."

His dirty talk always pushes me over the edge. Grayson grips my hair and wraps it around his fist, yanking my head back and whispers in my ear "Don't cum until I tell you so."

He doesn't loosen his grip on my hair as he pumps himself in and out of me, finding the best rhythm to give us both an excessive amount of pleasure.

"Pl-please I'm going to cum." I manage to get out in between my constant moans.

"One second baby." He thrust two more times and I can't hold it in anymore. I let myself go. Allowing the waves of pleasure to radiate through my body. As I start to come down from my high I feel Grayson reaching his and coming inside of me.

I wait until he's finished and pulls his dick out of me. "Fuck." He curses, putting himself back in his pants. "That was-"

I cut him off "yeah, I know, now are we done here?" Even after being freshly fucked I was still mad.

He sighs rubbing his hand over her face. I didn't notice before but he looks really tired. The bags under his eyes were a dead giveaway and he normally looks tan, but today he looked pale, almost sick. Was he up all night?

"Love, I royally screwed up last night. You have no idea how much I've been beating myself up over this. I shouldn't have done it-"

"Then why did you?" He never told me why he was with the slut. Just gave me excuses.

Plopping down on the couch he gestures for me to do the same.

I grab my discarded robe and wrap myself back up. Then I take a seat on the couch next to him but rotate my body so I'm staring directly at him.

I thought he'd give me a proper reason, you know? Be honest, like a good guy would. But no, apparently I have the worst taste in men (mind you I'm already aware of that.) he quickly hits me with a "because I was horny and needed to let out some steam."

You would think he'd come to me like he's been doing since our relationship changed from completely professional to.. not? Of course his story was complete bullshit. He knew it, I could tell just by looking him in the eye.

I guess since he doesn't want to be honest I'll just live my life however I want. I'm never fucking him again. From now on this relationship is completely business.

"So you ready to go home?" His question takes me out of my thoughts. I would prefer to stay here but we all know that will just lead to more fucking and arguments.

"Yep, let me just grab my things."

He stayed on the couch while I got changed and went around the penthouse grabbing my things. Since I'd crashed as soon as I'd gotten in my suitcase was still packed so it only took me a couple minutes.

"Ok I'm ready!" I called.

Grayson got up from the couch and took my suitcase from me, waiting for me to lead the way. You'd think this was him being a gentleman, no, it's just an excuse for him to stare at my ass.

My suspicions were confirmed when I looked back and caught him red handed. He didn't even look ashamed just smirked and winked at me.

Men are overrated. I'm ready to settle down with a dog now, they're a lot less work.