Only You (Greyson #1)

Go To Sleep

Chapter 8

A few days had passed since the... Incident? And to my vaginas dismay I was determined not to let it happen again.

I was learning a shit ton about myself. Like maybe, I was one of those people that liked being choked? Or maybe it was just Tristan with his hands down my pants? No. It had to be because I was just a sexually repressed person. I hadn't been with a lot of guys but I just came to the conclusion I had a low sex drive. That was fine. Plenty of women do. Or maybe this was a phase that I never got out of my system? Some kind of bad boy fetish.

I rolled my eyes in disgust of myself.

I'm stronger than my sexual urges.

I think.

I hope.

I only came out of my room for one meal a day. And Tristan and I barely spoke. I couldn't tell if this was part of his grand plan to assimilate me into his life or if he was just trying to give me space to process everything? Either way I was still determined not to fall for his bullshit.

Fact, he was a murderer. 

Fact, he was a stalker.

And with my history with men, I didn't need to put my bar even lower.

I laid sprawled out on my bed looking up to the crystal chandelier above head. My clothes did arrive as Tristan promised. The only problem there was they were all top of the line name brand $5,000 an item clothes: Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Dior, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana and Michael Kor. I was raised on second-hand clothes before it was thrifty. It was called being poor. And even now as an adult I got most of my clothes from Target, Ross's and Forever 21. If I was feeling fancy ModCloth. I don't know why but I felt guilty wearing such luxury items. Even now in this black silk mini nightgown I didn't feel fancy. It just felt like I was playing dress up with my mom's nice things.

Crossing my hands over my stomach I turned my head and looked out at the night sky. The beach was beautiful in the day but it was gorgeous at night. A full moon hung low in the sky illuminating soft waves crashing down on white beaches.

I could get used to this.

Knock knock knock

"Claire? I'm going to bed unless you want anything", Tristan said Softly speaking into the door. He asked me this every night.

And every night I would say,"Night". But, tonight I was feeling bold. "Actually, I would like to speak to my parents".

"Why?"

"Because we normally talk at least every other day. You held me captive here for at least eight. You don't think someone is going to get suspicious? File a police report? Come check on my house?" I said sitting up on my elbows,"Or at least send them a text message?"

"Okay, what do you want to tell them. I'll write it for you ".

"Hi, how is Europe? Where are you at now? I hope Dad's keeping up. Send lots of pictures. I love you both", I said cutting straight to the point.

"They're in Berlin right now", Tristan informed me.

"I thought I was special. You stalk my parents to", I said falling back down on to my bed.

"You are", He said coming into my room. He stood at the foot of my bed at I looked up to him upside down. He smelled good like fresh clean linen in his long black pajama pants. "I'm just checking in on them".

"How sweet?"

"I try, for you at least", he said walking over to the glass door and locking it. "You really should lock your doors".