In The End [ book 1 ]

twenty-one

Olivia~

Todays the big day.

And by big day, I mean, hoping Boston doesn't kill Greyson. I know he's mad. Truly, how could I not know? He's been being an asshole all week.

Essentially, he's a moody teenager, but it's like, a hundred times worse. I'll let him throw a pity party for as long as he wants to.

I walk into the banquet hall, clutching Greysons strong arm. He's dressed in an elegant all white suit, his hair sits in loose waves, a few rings hug his fingers, and a chain rests around his neck. He smells good too.

I look around the familiar building. The gold chandelier in the center of the room, gives off faint light, otherwise, soft white lights illuminate the rest of the room. The large white greek pillars are stunning, and never get old. I want to live in a mansion one day, and have a elegant house party, identical to a banquet; the pillars and all.

"I don't know if I've mentioned it, but you look stunning darling." He whispers into my ear, my heart pounds.

"Thank you." I smile, fixing his tie.

"Nobody touches you tonight besides me, understand?" He asks, his voice going deep and stern. My cheeks get hot, and I nod a yes.

"Use your words sweetheart."

"Yes." I mutter in his arm. He pulls me closer
to him by my hip, refusing to let go.

He guides me towards a group of people I don't recognize.

"Ms. Jackson, it is a pleasure to finally be meeting you." An older bald man says. I shake his hand, before looking up at Greyson.

"Olivia, this is Harley. He's one of my business partners." He explains.

"It's a pleasure meeting you as well." I quietly say, nodding my head at him.

I suddenly wish I was here with Boston. I know everyone at L.L. He wouldn't force me to talk to anyone, he would make me feel comfortable. He would make me feel safe.

I run a hand down Greysons chest, looking for Boston in the crowd of people.

"You alright?" Greyson asks me, pulling me in front of him. I look up at him, realizing the light stubble he has growing.

"Yeah, I just um," I spot Boston, talking to Jillian. I realize just how much I've missed her. Boston makes eye contact with me, and smiles. I hide the smile growing on my lips.

"Who's that?" Greyson asks; my heart drops to my stomach.

"Just, um, a friend." I say, unsure if I'm lying or not. It's complicated.

"If he's just a friend, then I'm sure you won't mind me doing this," He presses his lips against mine, and I. Don't. Stop. Him. Truthfully, I don't want to stop him. He pulls me in as close as he can, my body curving into his, our kiss becoming more and more passionate. If we weren't in public, I'd be undressing him right now.

I pull him closer by his tie, grasping it so tight I can feel my knuckles turning white. Soft moans escape his mouth, making me smile. I didn't realize just how desperately I really wanted this. I could kiss him forever.

"I don't think I mind it at all, actually." I murmur, as he pulls away. My stomach is full of butterflies, and my cheeks are so so hot.

I stay close to Greyson, my whole body buzzing at the rush of adrenaline. I almost don't realize that my phone is ringing until Greyson mentions it. I check the number and shit shit shit.

"I need to take this," I tell him, looking for somewhere quiet to go. I hesitantly answer it, expecting the complete worst.

"Ms. Jackson, I have, some less than pleasing news,"

And. My. Whole. World. Comes. Crashing. Down.