Sage Slade

Coffee...

Since when did Dad make coffee?

My eyes fluttered open, immediately I see a bright light beaming across my face. It was clearly morning time but my bed is far away from the window, since when did I get sunlight like this? I rub my eyes and stretch aggressively.

"I haven't slept that well for a while." I say to myself, staring off into a beautiful painting. Something felt wrong, I don't recognize anything here. Where's my Supernova painting and my 3-D model of space? Where's my Astronomy text-books?

It hits me like a truck—Greyson's home!

Behind me I hear a door open, when I turn around my eyes instantly meets Greysons. I've never seen him in the morning and something about it messed around with my calm. He doesn't look any different than he usually does, he's still a overly attractive man from head to toe. However, I can't feel anything but insecure.

Here I am a hot mess who just woke up and has bad breath—OH MY GOSH HE'S SEEN ME WHEN I FIRST WAKE UP! He's seen me asleep! Dad tells me all the time I look like I'm fighting wars in my sleep and Greyson has seen it. Good-looking, manwhore Greyson!

My ears instantly burn.

"You're awake I see." He says, then walks over to the coffee pot and pours himself a cup. "Do you feel good enough to go to school? If not I'll speak to Daniell's personally and tell her the circumstances and to give me any work sheets you'll need to catch up." Like if I'd let him personally go see her for me, if anything the only one who's getting the benefit is him.

I'm not trying to stay here all day thinking about him sexing up my Astronomy Professor. So I cleared my throat. "I-I'm fine...you don't have to do that, I'll go to class." I tell him and keep my eyes pasted onto the ground to hide my face.

I hear footsteps pas me. "Alright then, the town car will pick you up at nine, I've got a meeting so I'm heading out early. After your class I'll accompany you to the hospital to see your Dad." Before I could say anything the elevator doors closed without me knowing it and he vanished.

This sucks so much.

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"Alright class, that'll be all for today I expect everyone to ace the test this Friday." Professor Daniell's says, closing the book. Students all around me get up, a few of them say bye to me but I can't pay attention to them.

This asshole had sex with her.

There's nothing you can do to wash the guilty look on your face and she's wearing hers awkwardly. Her hair is really messy and it looks like she tried to fix it before class but wasn't successful. Plus she doesn't notice that one of her buttons to her button up isn't at the right place. She skipped a button! Her pencil skirt has also been pulled on the wrong way and has wrinkles.

When I got up and started leaving the class she stops me. "Oh...uhm, Miss Slade." Her voice irritates me, it bothers me so much to hear it that I can't even enjoy the class anymore. "Yes?" I answer, stopping in front of her desk. She clears her throat then smiles. "President Blackstone told me to...give you an extra week before your test because of missed time due to your accident."

Typical

TY-PI-CAL

"Don't need it." I say, swallowing down the anger.

"But this will help you, you don't want to fail your test." She pushes. Me, fail a test on Astronomy? ME? My whole life has revolved around the stars and equations. All this is to me is a crash course before getting into the real hard-hitting stuff.

"Professor Daniell's, I am declining." I tell her. "I'm not a charity case, if you don't do this for normal student's don't treat me any different because President Blackstone requested that you do. I don't need your forced generosity. I'll be here Friday at ten to take the class, have a nice day."

Without another word I left the room and decided that I don't want to see that manwhore's face. So I went to the front of the school and called a taxi.

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"Sage, I think you should pick up the phone, he's going to very crossed with you if you keep ignoring him." Dad tells me, like I didn't know that. I stare at the screen, Greyson's name is flashing across the screen for the thirtieth time. After it hits voicemail I turn the phone off and shove it into my pocket, Dad gives me a worried look.

I smile. "So Dad, you're going home soon, excited?"

"Sage, what happened?" He asks me. "I know you tend to not take a phone call and get angry with him but today you look...more unhappy than usual." I can't say I hate my Father most of the time but only when he brings up Greyson is when I truly dislike him. He knows the things I have to deal with all because he has no backbone against the Blackstone family.

Even so, I have my own free-will to stop it as well but chose to make sure my family stays secure. Right now without the Blackstone's or Emerson we wouldn't be able to pay the hospital bills here since my Father doesn't believe in health care for himself. Then again we wouldn't even be here if it weren't for those damn families in the first place.

"Dad, I don't want to talk about it." My brows furrow. "There's no point in worrying you when you're not in tip top shape, it's not worth it." He's not worth anything to my family and I. That stupid manwhore is nothing more and a despicable human being. I cannot believe I almost fell for his bullshit again.

Dad didn't say another word, he wanted to but understood that this was one of those things that couldn't be solved with a simple everything's going to be alright. Either way, I didn't want any advice or anything solved. I knew what the problem is and that problem can only be ignored until otherwise.

"What. The. Fuck." I jump at the terrifying growl. When I turn around I see Greyson and he was furious. Which only made me angrier yet terrified at the same time. He had no right to be cross with me because it's his fault that I can't stand being around him.

My Dad cleared his throat. "Good afternoon, Mr. Blackstone."

"Stop being polite, Dad." I hiss. "If he's soon to be my husband you don't need to suck up to him, especially at a time like this." Despite my anger my Dad still couldn't stop himself from being nice to this ass. It sucks how much they have him wrapped around their finger.

"Ben I'm going to borrow your daughter, I have words to exchange and would rather not do anything to harm your blood pressure or whatever." Greyson informs my Father then grabs my arm and drags me away. "I'm capable of walking by myself!" I pull my arm. Greyson looks at me, his eyes dark, a hint of exhaustion.

How can he be exhausted? He went to sleep the same time I did.

Greyson takes me to a empty hallway and slams me against the wall, his shadow covering me completely. "Do you understand how fucking worried I was?" He says and my eyes widen.

I expected him to say a few things, worried, was not one of them.

"I don't need to be chaperoned around Greyson." I tell him, frowning. "You don't even need to worry about me, you don't even care about me." What the hell am I saying!? "You shouldn't treat me so nice when you're the same to everyone else, I prefer when you're an ass that way it's believable." Why are the words coming out of my mouth like this!?

Greyson's expression was stoic, he didn't even blink and continued to stare at me silently. Then he backed away a little and he rubbed the temple of his head. "I'm to fucking tired for this."

"I'm tired of your stubbornness." He continues.

"Stubbornness?" I repeat after him.

"Yes." He says, then sighs. "One of these days you are going to realize that you're my..." Greyson looks around and quietly says. "...fiancee." After clearing his throat and looking back at me he continues. "The day you realize the meaning that word hold is the day you'll understand why I'm worried. Why I'm going to assume bad thing will happen to you. Why I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that you're safe so these bad things won't happen to you."

It's moments like this where I'm truly angry with myself and how easily my heart can waver. His words are tainted with a fairy tale prince like charm. The guard I worked so hard to build for myself instantly crumbles every time he says things like that. Despite his natural charisma, I've never heard him speak to me like this or tell me things like this.

Then it hits me.

All it takes is images of the many women I've seen him with to remind me that Greyson Blackstone is known to have a way with women. It's a natural talent for him, all he has to do is say a stupid sentence and women are on their knees for him. I can't become someone who melts everytime he speaks like this.

"Stop referring to me as that like it means anything to you." I hiss. "Stop telling me this crap like I believe me being your..." I lean in and quietly say. "...fiance..." Then back away. "...means anything to you. Greyson Blackstone you could care less what happens to me, I'm pretty sure if I died all you'd do is show up to my funeral then as soon as it finishes head over to a woman's house and have sex like I didn't even die in the first place. You'd probably head straight to Danielle's house, maybe call her over and have a quicky in your limo or town cars."

Greyson's eyes widen.

I scoff. "Please just...be mean to me...stop being this nice guy who acts like he cares." Then before he could say anything else I walk away. "You can go home, just send Walter here to pick me up and take me to your house. I want some alone time with my Father."

Greyson didn't say another word and allowed me to be with my Father, alone, as requested.