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GRAYSON!!

The Way...

Prologue: ever since your little sister, Avery, had been summoned to the Hawthorne house there's been non stop drama, problems, run-ins and romance? Let's just say, there's been a lot of tension between Grayson and you yet you don't know why. Or maybe you do...

Warnings: sexual tension, spoilers (yeah i just finished the 3rd book 😭), banter, enemies to lovers w Mr. Grayson Davenport Hawthorne !?!?!?

White smoke passed through your lips as you stood out on the balcony, enjoying the cold breeze brushing against your warm cheeks. The sound of feet padding against the tiles caught your attention and you looked down only to see the heir apparent getting ready for a swim. In this weather? You asked yourself, intrigued to see Grayson shirtless and fearless in the winter wind. His icy grey eyes then meet yours and you find yourself frozen in the moment. "Trouble sleeping?" You ask him, before inhaling the contents of tobacco into your lungs and breathing it all out.

A moment of silence passes before he finally answers. "I just need to feel something." His voice is deep and smooth, almost like silk to your ears. "Ah." you say, smiling down at him. The eye contact finally breaks when he dives into the pool, water splashing out due to his entry. You crush the butt of your ciggy and lean against your balcony frame. It's only as you watch him repeatedly do laps up and down the pool that the ball room moment flashes before your eyes.

It had been 6 months since Avery had moved in so you and Libby decided to do something to celebrate. Libby spent half of the day making Avery's favourite cupcakes whilst you were setting up the ballroom. Oren arranged a group of guards to go and fetch everything you needed which you were more than thankful for. Xander had been helping you do the party streamers but was caught in the act of skipping school so he had to rush back.

You were left all alone in the great ball room and unfortunately for you, Xander had been half way through with the streamers before he had to leave. Huffing, you grabbed the piece of long fluffy string and attempted to finish it yourself. You jumped and grabbed but it was to no avail. That was, until you felt a presence against your back putting it up for you. You turned around in a blink, only to be faced against a chest covered by a tailored dress shirt and suit. Grayson Davenport Hawthorne. "What do you want?" you say, annoyance dripping from the words. Grayson moves back, at least 3 feet away from you. Out of all of them, he had been the least welcoming to both you and Avery especially. Always, and I mean always, giving you dirty looks with those steel eyes of his.

"Shouldn't you be thanking me?" he asked, brow arching. "Why would I thank you?" you questioned, arms folding across your chest. He did nothing but place his hands into his dress pants' pockets, a powerful glare in his eye. "What's this for, anyways? A celebration for your sister? Congratulating her on taking my family's money for her own self pleasure?" You could feel your blood boiling under your skin. "You should be arguing with your grandfather about that. It wasn't our fault that he chose my sister over his own grandsons." A fire lit in Grayson's eyes, fury filling his inner being. "My grandfather was known for being very charitable. Maybe that's why he gave it to your sister. After all, you were all poor before he blessed you with his inheritance." A cocky smirk sat on those plump lips of his. Victorious was how he felt. "Charitable enough to give us everything that was meant to be yours?" a deathly silence spread across the room, both you and Grayson not daring to look away.

Stepping closer to you, the tension rose but it wasn't an angry feeling now. It was something different, like frustration mixed with desire? You couldn't tell yourself. Grayson's breath fans your eye lashes as he speaks, grey eyes looking down on you. "You really do have no idea who you're talking to, do you?" You gulped. His long, slender finger touches your chin, pushing it up to meet his eyes. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." Your eyes meet his. You want to answer, argue, but it's as though your tongue is caught in your throat. "I can make anything mine like this." he says, snapping his fingers. "Even you". He steps away, that same cocky smirk on his lips. You do nothing but watch as the serious grandson of Tobias Hawthorne leaves the room, leaving you breathless and...needy.

You blink the memory away, shaking your head. That had happened 2 weeks ago and for some reason your brain wouldn't let the thought rest. It invaded your thoughts during reading, conquered your dreams in the middle of the night and swarmed your head when studying. You saw a flash of another emotion in those icy eyes Grayson suited so well but you couldn't quite crack it. When you look back down to the pool, Grayson has disappeared so you take that as a sign to go to bed yourself.

When you wake, all you hear is chaos ensuing. You rush to grab your silk robe and wrap it around your figure before opening the door to reveal the mayhem. Jameson is pinned to the floor and Grayson is on top of him, arms holding him down. Xander stands there completely unbothered whilst holding his usual morning scone and tea. Before Grayson can attack Jamie with another blow, Nash comes to the rescue. "Enough!" Is all the eldest grandson says, pulling the two apart from each other. Jameson has suffered a black eye whilst Grayson has a cut lip and bloody nose. Nash throws the brunette towards Avery, asking if she could tend to him which she does wordlessly. About to follow your younger sister, Nash stops you. "Please take Gray to the infirmary." you shed him a look. His usually tidy suit is scruffy and messy. The first 3 buttons of his shirt is torn off, revealing his chiseled abs and pecks. His sleeves are rolled up revealing his muscular forearms that bare veins on veins. One papercut and that boy is gone. You think to yourself.

"I can take care of myself." Grayson growls, fists tightening around themselves. You lift your chin. "Fair enough." yet Nash stops you again. "Please, _____." you've always liked Nash, he was the sweetest. Plus, Libby was standing right behind him, giving you those eyes so hesitantly, you agree. Grayson brows furrow and you return the look. There's nothing he could do that I couldn't. "Xander." Nash calls, slight anger in his tone. "We're gonna have to have a little talk."

While Gray sits on the infirmary bed, you prepare all you'll need in order to help heal whatever he has that is hurt. You feel eyes on you which is when you turn, seeing that cold look in his eyes again. The kind that makes you self aware and nervous. You notice he isn't exactly looking at you but rather your choice in clothes. Silk robe. Really? There's nothing you can do about it, so you just stand in front of him. Disinfectant in one hand, plasters in the other. "I can take care of myself." Grayson says again, stern, serious. You shrug. "What Nash says, goes." He scoffs at that. "So you'll listen to Nash but not me?"

This time, it's your turn to scoff. "Again, Hawthorne? You know hate repeating myself." You focus on peeling the plaster but Grayson pulls it down so your focus is on him. Only him. "Say it again, _____." his voice is deep, smooth, like silk to your ears. The blonde male stands, towering over you. "I want to hear you say it again." Your mouth is dry but you refuse to be this weak for Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.

"Why would I listen to you?"

His tongue pokes against his cheek, the corners of his mouth lifting a little. "Do you know what I hate about you?" Grayson begins as he keeps trying to close the gap between you two. You keep taking steps back until your back hits the cold metal sink, making goosebumps arise on the skin behind your thighs. "I hate the way you make me feel." His arms rest on either side of you, enclosing you in a tight, warm space. "The way you invade my thoughts, conquer my dreams, swallow my entire being." His eyes are at your level now and that's when you notice the emotion he was feeling.

Lust.

"You really don't know what you do to me, _____ Grambs."