Текст книги "Toxic Girl"

Автор книги: Chantal Fernando

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Chapter Twenty-One

“If I could go back in time I wouldn’t have screwed him,” London says, trying to cheer me up. She’s sitting on my bed with a tub of ice cream, trying to make me eat some.

“I want to hear your side of the story,” I say, sitting up against my pillows.

She winces. “Why torture yourself, sis?”

“Tell me,” I growl.

“Okay, okay. Jeez. I was at a club. I can’t even remember the name of it now. Met Grayson on the dance floor. By the way, I didn’t even know his name. We made out; things got a little hot and heavy so he took me back to his hotel room.” She stops, looking at me to see how I’m taking things. I actually feel like throwing up, each word cutting me like a knife, but I try to keep my face expressionless. “We had sex. We didn’t even talk really. He was hot. I was hot. That was the extent of things. You don’t need to get so upset, Paris. There was nothing there. Just some really good hot sex.” I throw my pillow at her. “Just being honest, babe,” she says, eating a spoon of ice cream.

“I don’t know what to do,” I admit.

“I saw how he looked at you. He’s a man in love. Forgive him. What happened between us is ancient history, not even worth mentioning. Do you know how many men I’ve had similar nights with?” she asks, wiggling a finely arched brow.

I cringe. “Spare me the details, please.”

“You should have seen his face when he walked out of the room. I felt bad for the guy.”

“How would you feel if one of your boyfriends had sex with me?” I ask her.

She considers it. “We could get rich off that, you know.”

“London!” I snap.

“I’m just messing around,” she says, but she sounds like she isn’t. She seriously worries me.

“By the way, I don’t have the money to pay Trevor this month,” I say, referring to her ex-boyfriend that she owes money to.

She looks a little alarmed, but then waves it off. “We’ll figure it out. You know I never thanked you for saving my ass back then. You’re the best big sister in the world, and it’s about time I paid you back for everything you’ve done for me.”

“How about going back in time and not sleeping with my boyfriend,” I mutter under my breath.

“Paris,” she says. “Forget it happened. Move forward. He’s been gone a couple of hours, why don’t you call him?”

“Easier said than done.”

She nods. “Maybe. But you need to keep your eyes on the prize. Grayson is a catch, and if you don’t want him, trust me another woman will.”

My eyes snap to her.

“Not me!” she says, putting her hands up.

I groan and cover my face with my hands. “This is not how today was meant to go.”

“I’m sorry,” she says. “If I hadn’t come, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“The truth would have come out eventually. It’s not your fault. We should go out and get some dinner,” I say, forcing myself to get out of bed. I look at my sister. “You’ve changed.”

“Yeah? So have you. You’re a lot stronger now,” she says, looking at me with pride.

I nod. I didn’t really have a choice.

* * *

“Oh, my God, there’s two of them,” Aiden says as London and I walk into work.

“Aiden, London. London, this is my boss,” I say.

“Hello, handsome,” London purrs. I slap her shoulder. “Ouch!”

“Stay away from her. She’s a viper,” I tell Aiden, ignoring London’s gasp of indignation.

Aiden chuckles. “Noted.”

“That being said, this viper needs a job. I know you were looking for someone else, so I was wondering...?” I let my question trail off.

He eyes London. “Is the viper a hard worker?”

Well, that’s a hard question to answer.

“I can become one,” London says, shrugging.

I look at Aiden, who bursts out laughing. “I’ll give you a trial. That’s all I can promise.”

“Thank you,” I tell him, leaning forward against the bar.

He grins. “The two of you might bring in more customers.”

I gasp. “Pervert.”

“Maybe I should get another bouncer, too,” he muses, not paying any attention to me.

“Okay, London, job—check. Now we need to find you a place to live,” I say.

“If you move in with Grayson, I could just live in your apartment,” she says, tapping a manicured finger on her lips. Aiden is suddenly interested in the conversation since gossip is involved.

“Moving in already?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not moving anywhere,” I say, rolling my eyes at him.

“Where is Grayson, Mr Possessive, anyway?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“In the dog house,” London mock-whispers, dragging her finger across her throat.

“What did he do?” he asks, now scowling. Aww, my boss is a little protective of me it seems.

“He slept with my sister,” I say at the same time London says, “What’s a little sharing amongst sisters?”

Aiden’s mouth drops open. “No fucking way.”

London scoffs, “She’s only telling you the bad part of the story, not the good.”

“How the hell is there a good part of the story?” I ask, crossing my arms. Aiden’s head turns back and forth, and he watches the two of us argue. A customer walks in so Aiden herds us into the backroom where we can have privacy.

“Has he been calling you?” London asks, sitting on top of the desk.

“Yeah. Non-stop.”

“See. Put him out of his misery,” she says, playing with the end of a lock of her hair. Easy for her to say. She doesn’t have to think about the love of her life with her own sister. Or the fact that he only started getting to know me because he thought I was her. That’s what hurts the most. Was their one night together so amazing and filled with passion that he wanted seconds? Was he upset when he found out I wasn’t London? He did walk out on me that night, leaving me alone and confused. I really don’t know what to think, all I know is this—it hurts. I’m not ready to forgive him or to face him just yet. I pull my phone out. Twenty-eight missed calls and ten messages. All from Grayson. I reply to him, one simple message.

I need time.

That’s all I have to offer right now.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Two weeks have passed since I last spoke to Grayson. I don’t answer his calls. I sit in a different seat in the classes we share, and I avoid him as much as I can. The few times he’s tried to talk to me or showed up at my house, I’ve excused myself or not answered the door. It’s been hell, and I’ve been walking around and living life on auto pilot. London got a place of her own, about five minutes away from my house. She’s getting on her feet and working on being independent, and I couldn’t be happier for her. She’s still selfish and self-involved, but I guess I should take whatever improvement I can get from her and not push my luck. She isn’t going to become a better person overnight; that’s for damn sure. After work, I get Aiden to drop me off at Grayson’s. I don’t know what I’m doing, but shutting him out has been hurting both of us, and I’ve had enough. I’m confused, and I don’t know what the hell to do to get over this.

“Thanks Aiden,” I tell him, kissing him on the cheek.

“No problem. You can call me anytime you know that, right?”

“I appreciate that. Best boss ever,” I tell him, sliding out of the car and closing the door. I wave bye as I turn around and walk to the house. Grayson’s car is out front, so I know he’s at home. I have a key of his but I feel weird using it after not talking to him all this time and not knowing where we stand as a couple. I knock on the door, and fidget with my hair as I wait for him to answer. He opens the door, standing there, looking surprised.

“Paris,” he says, his gaze trailing over me from head to toe.

“Hey, I thought maybe we could talk?” I say, pushing my hair behind my ear.

“I’d love that,” he says. “I do have to tell you that…”

“Grayson! Hurry up!” someone calls from inside the house. My eyes widen as I recognise the voice. Fuck. This.

“Wow,” I say, in shock.

“It’s not what you think,” Grayson quickly says, reaching out to take hold of my elbow. I wrench my arm away from him and take a step back, retreating away from his house. I pull out my phone and call Aiden.

“Hello.”

“Can you come back and pick me up? Please?” I beg him.

“Of course, give me a minute.”

We hang up. I walk to the driveway and stand there, scanning the streets for my escape. Grayson stands next to me.

“Paris, listen to me!” he growls. “Can you give me one minute to explain?”

I shake my head, sighing in relief as Aiden’s car pulls up. Grayson takes my arm again, but I pull free and jump into the passenger’s side.

“Drive, please,” I tell him, as Grayson stands by my window. I lock the door before he can try opening it. Then I stare at him as he calls out my name over and over again, his eyes pleading with mine.

But what did he expect when he had my sister at his house?

* * *

An hour passes before the banging starts on my door.

“London’s here!” Anaya calls out. I make a scoffing noise and continue to type furiously on my laptop. My room door opens and London walks in, wearing a scowl.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that!” she snaps.

“Excuse me?” I growl back.

“I know I slept with him before you knew him, but what kind of person do you think I am to sleep with him now?”

“The kind of person that lets her sister strip to pay her debts?” I say in a fake sweet tone.

She gasps. “I guess I deserved that. Okay, I definitely deserved that. But even if you don’t trust me, do you really think Grayson would do that to you? The guy is pathetic over you! Between you and me, I’m pretty sure he hasn’t been eating or sleeping. Maybe not even showering either.”

“Then why the hell were you there? And how often have you seen him?”

She sits down on my bed. “Today is the first time I’ve seen him, I swear.”

“Explain,” I demand.

She sighs, and looks at me, cringing a little. “You might get angry.”

“Speak, London, before I murder you with my bare hands.”

“Whoa. Feisty. Today I got a call from Grayson. He wanted to know Trevor’s details so he could pay off the debt. He picked me up from my place and we went to his, got on the computer, and transferred all the money to him. Then he called and spoke to Trevor, making sure he was going to leave us alone.”

“He paid the debt?” I ask, blinking slowly.

“Yes. So that’s why I was there. Trust me, Grayson doesn’t want me, or anyone else,” she says, lying back on my bed and making herself comfortable.

“Well, shit,” I say. Looks like I have some apologizing to do. “I’ll go over and talk to him tomorrow.”

“No need,” she says, smirking. “He’s in the car waiting for you.”

I turn to stare at her.

“What? How else do you think I got here?”

Ignoring her, I get up and walk to the front door, and then outside. As London said, Grayson is sitting in his car, staring down at something, his phone I think. He lifts his head when I open the passenger’s door.

“Hey,” I say, closing the door after me. “I’m sorry about before.”

“If you would have let me talk…”

“I know. I’m sorry,” I repeat.

He starts the car. “Where are we going?” I ask.

“My house,” he says. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I stare at his handsome profile as he drives. He looks the same, albeit a little scruffier, but it looks good on him. Then again, I think anything looks good on him.

I stare out the window, trying to organise my thoughts. The ride is silent, so I turn on the radio. Grayson reaches out and hesitantly puts his hand on my thigh, giving it a little squeeze before removing it.

When we enter his house, I take a seat and gently bite my lip, wondering what to say; how to explain myself.

“I hope you weren’t mad at your sister. I brought her here because she doesn’t have a laptop,” he says, leaning his elbows in his thighs.

I clear my throat. “She explained it to me. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.”

“It’s okay,” he says.

“Thank you for dealing with Trevor. No one has really taken care of me before, and I really appreciate it, Gray.”

“It was nothing. Don’t mention it,” he says, leaning back against the couch.

“It wasn’t nothing. That was a lot of money, and I promise you, I will figure out a way to pay you back,” I tell him, clasping my hands together.

“Paris,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t want the money back. I don’t give a shit about money—I just want you. I want you to forgive me, and I want us to start over.”

“It’s not that easy, is it?” I whisper.

“It is to me. I love you—no matter what. My first priority is you. I don’t want to be without you anymore. It’s not an option,” he says, misery etched on his face.

“Grayson,” I sigh.

“I fell in love with you after I found out the truth. I know you’re upset, but listen to me; London and I only had one night together. I wasn’t in love with her, or anything like that. I fell in love with you, Paris. I fell in love with you after I knew the truth.”

I think about what he’s saying. I get that he fell for me. He and London didn’t even talk to each other; they just had sex. Something about her must have drawn him back since he wanted more though. Am I overthinking this? He did tell me he loved me after he found out the truth, but it still hurts. I know he loves me. He hasn’t even looked twice at London in that way.

“What was going through your mind when you left?” I ask, needed to know this.

“I guess I was wondering if it would be easier to end things like that, than explain myself,” he says.

I’m not going to lie, that hurts. However I’m glad that he told me the truth. The truth can hurt but lies do more damage.

“I will give you time, if that’s what you need. But please don’t shut me out or stop me from seeing you. We can go slowly, build up the trust between us again. I’m fighting, Paris. I’m fucking fighting here, and I need you to fight with me,” he says, gripping the ends of his hair in frustration.

I swallow, my mouth suddenly parched. “Trust isn’t going to come easy.”

“I know, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Are you?” he asks, drawing me onto his lap and circling me in his arms. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you? It felt like I was missing a fucking limb or something. What have you done to me?”

I lay my head back on his shoulder. “Why does love hurt so much?”

“I guess anything worth something doesn’t come without a price,” he says into my neck, kissing me there. His hands wander lower.

“I thought we were taking it slow?” I admonish, gently slapping his hand away.

“Ouch,” he says, chuckling. “Slow it is. Guess I’ll be having a cold shower after this.”

I scoff. “Trying to guilt trip me, are you?”

He starts laughing, his head thrown back in abandonment. “No, babe. Let’s do this the right way. From the beginning. In fact, would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

I pretend to consider it. “I guess so,” I say with a straight face.

“You guess so, huh?” he repeats, tickling me under my ribs.

“No!” I gasp. “Don’t tickle me.”

He stops and turns my face to the side, drawing my lips in a scorching hot kiss. His soft lips demonstrate exactly what I’ve been missing out on, his tongue demanding as it plays with mine. When he pulls away from me, I’m more than willing to screw going slow and to take things straight back to the bedroom. I tell him so. He laughs at me, shaking his head no, but his eyes say something completely different. His eyes are dark, lids at half-mast and giving away how much he wants me. So does his hardness. I stand up and offer him my hand.

“Babe,” he says, lip twitching.

“What?” I ask innocently, batting my eyelashes.

“You just want me because now I’m unattainable,” he says in a mock high pitch voice.

My body shakes with silent laughter. Damn, it feels so good to laugh. “You’re never unattainable to me, Mr Mills.”

He raises a brow. “Is that so?” He runs his hand down the side of my body, touching over the side of my breast and down to my hip. My breath hitches, and a knowing smirk plays on the corners of his lips.

“I better take you home,” he mutters, smiling down at me.

“Or,” I say, dragging out the word.

“Or what?”

“Or you could take me into your room and put me to work,” I say, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

He groans. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He lifts me into his arms, and just when I’m about to cheer and think I’m winning, he carries me outside and to the car.

“Slow,” he says when he puts me down.

I sigh heavily and nod. Guess we’re taking things slow.

Chapter Twenty-Three

I methodically write down notes, hoping not to miss anything I need to know for exams. I’m stressed out to the max, wanting to do well and trying to balance work with some kind of social life as well. And by that I mean spending time with Grayson and Anaya. I see London enough at work, and to be honest, London in small doses is definitely the right way to go if you want to leave with your sanity. It’s been just over a week since Grayson and I decided to start over. We haven’t slept together yet. Although there have been times I wanted to give in, it’s good to take things a little slower and get to connect on a different level again. That doesn’t mean I’m not dying to get him naked—because trust me, I am.

“You do realise you’re the last one left in class,” he says, looking around. Amused eyes land back on me, waiting for my response.

“You’re here too,” I point out.

“Only because I’m waiting for you,” he says, bending down and grabbing my files and notebook to pack them away in my bag for me. “There you go. We can study some more when we get to my house.”

“I thought we were going to mine?” I ask, standing up and pushing the chair back in. Going to my house is usually a little safer, because Anaya is there sometimes, or London will invite herself over. That way we aren’t alone, and it’s a tiny bit easier to avoid temptation. Stupid I know, but true all the same.

“Need to go to mine,” he says, not looking at me. Something is definitely up.

“Why?” I demand.

He grimaces. “I don’t know why. I got this message,” he says, lifting his phone and showing it to me.

London: Take Paris somewhere else after class. Don’t bring her back to her apartment just yet please! It’s important.

My jaw falls open. “What the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know,” he says, taking my hand in his. “I was torn between not wanting to upset you and knowing that if I didn’t tell you the truth you would kill me.”

“You know we have to go there and see what’s going on now, right?” I say, marching out of the room.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Grayson mutters from behind me. I turn and give him a look, which makes him shut his mouth. We park his car and run up to my apartment. I can hear London yelling from out here. I walk inside; the front door’s been left unlocked, and storm into the kitchen where I can hear all the commotion. I freeze in my tracks when I see my brother, Brody, standing there looking back at me.

London’s blue eyes narrow on Grayson. “One thing I asked you to do!” she snaps.

“Don’t yell at him! We’re trying a new thing where we’re completely honest with each other,” I say, my eyes not leaving Brody.

“I get that! But come on, Paris, do you really want to see him?” she asks, looking worried. For the first time in London’s life, she was trying to protect me. I’m speechless. Grayson puts his hand on my lower back, a sign of silent support. I’m grateful and flash him a look that tells him so.

“What are you doing here, Brody?” I ask him. He looks the same, short blond hair, familiar blue eyes and a tall, lanky build.

“I wanted to see how you are,” he says solemnly. “London mentioned she was here when I rang her last week, and I wanted to see you both. I’m so glad you’re both together now.”

My brow furrows, wondering why the change of heart. “You hate me,” I say, the words hurting me even to say.

He shakes his head furiously. “I hated what you were doing. Come on Paris, stripping? Mum and Dad must have been tossing in their grave.” He pauses. “Is this your boyfriend?”

I puff out a breath. “Yes, Brody, this is Grayson. Grayson, this is my brother.” Grayson gives him a chin lift, not saying anything else. I know he’s angry. I can tell by the tension pouring out of his body and his rigid stance. He knows what Brody did to me, and how much it killed me.

“I didn’t know London was in debt, Paris. I didn’t know that’s why you were…” he trails off.

“Where’s Elizabeth?” I ask, referring to his she-devil wife.

“I filed for divorce. It took me some time, but I finally saw her for who she really is,” he says, looking down.

“A fucking psychotic bitch?” London adds, grinning.

Brody looks tired. Tired and weary. I shouldn’t care, but I do. “I’m sorry,” Brody says, “Both of you.” He looks between London and me. “You’re welcome to come home any time. That house is yours too,” he says, giving me a small smile.

“It’s your house Brody. You paid for everything,” I mumble. “Look, thanks for coming by and putting in the effort. I’m not going to lie—what you did hurt me a lot. You chose your wife over me and judged me instead of being there for me when I needed you the most.”

He drops his head. “I know. I fucked up.”

“I know you took care of us when we were younger, and I appreciate what you sacrificed for us—you were only young yourself,” I admit, trying to see it from his point of view.

London rolls her eyes. “You’re too nice, Paris! He chose pussy over his blood.”

“London!” I admonish, my voice coming out choked at her colourful choice of words.

“I’m sorry,” Brody repeats, looking genuinely remorseful. He looks at Grayson. “London tells me you’ve been looking after the two of them. I can’t thank you enough for doing what I should have.”

“I’ll always look after them,” Grayson says in a deep rumble. “I don’t care for what you did to Paris, especially because she needed you. But it did bring her to me,” he says, flashing me his dimples.

I slap his arm. “What?” he asks, lip twitching.

“Where are you staying?” I ask my brother.

“Got a hotel for two nights, and then I’m going back home. Only got three days off work,” he says.

“Will you stay for dinner?” I ask. Everyone in the room stares at me. They may think I’m a pushover, but I don’t want to live my life with anger and resentment. I want to forgive Brody. For many reasons, but mainly because he took care of me growing up. He brushed my hair; he wiped my tears and got our aunty off our backs. Sure, he was an ass, but I don’t want to hold that against him forever.

“I’d love to,” he says, his eyes filling with unshed tears.

I smile at him, and he gives me a shaky smile back.

It’s easy to give in to hate.

But sometimes, there is strength in forgiveness.