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Grabbing his sunglasses, he stepped out of the car in one swift motion, closing the door behind him while walking towards the more and more crowded beach where loud music was playing, and drunk people were either grinding on each other or fucking in the ocean. He scoffed at the exhilarating freedom those people must be savoring, knowing that by tomorrow, some of them wouldn’t be there to celebrate anymore. On the other hand, it wasn’t his fault that they chose the wrong side.

Jalen quickly pulled out his phone, texting Grayson that he was there and telling him to look after him if he wouldn’t call him within the next two hours. Then, he muted his phone, stuffing it back into the pockets of his worn-down jeans while putting on some random base cap he found in the trunk. Lighting a cigarette, he passed some couples that were in the middle of making out, not caring about them at all – he was looking for someone different.

The heavy weight of the Glock that was pushed into his underwear was something he was used to by now, even though he wasn’t one to use it on a regular basis. Like already said, he wasn’t the one to do that.  The diablo’s hierarchy was strict, no one could ever come even near the rank that Grayson Dolan had, that was for sure. But Jalen, he was a close second, maybe even qualified enough to be called the vice president. He was still out there in the streets, looking for his rookies sometimes, but most of his business was behind a desk, just like Grayson’s. Neither of them was the one to have blood on their hands, why else would they have hundreds of members following their instructions?

This time was different, though. Jalen couldn’t sleep over the fact that someone else could be the one to kill this motherfucker, the one that seduced his girlfriend, the one that had her pinned underneath his body when he was out there on a business meeting with Grayson. He found out rather quickly, he left no one he was close to without observation, but he couldn’t believe that the whore he used to think of as a loving girlfriend would ever dare to cheat on him with Kyle Houck. This edgy, wannabe tattooed bastard? Yeah, no chance that he’ll be surviving this night.

11:43 PM

The beach got more crowded as the time passed by, but Kyle Houck was yet nowhere to be found. Jalen has updated Grayson, talked to a few other gang members that were there as well, but neither of them has seen the target yet. Jalen grew nervous and impatient, wanting this night to be over as soon as possible to head back home where his younger sister was possibly waiting for him. Y/N never liked the thought of him being part of this gang, even though she didn’t know what exactly he was doing in there. But he loved his family, wanting them to be protected for the rest of their lives – and Grayson was one of the few people that could help him with that.

Sunday, 14th August 2016. 12:18 AM

A mob of teal hair passed Jalen’s field of vision, causing him to be more attentive than he’s already been, following the colorful head with his eyes, slowly walking after him without getting noticed by the dancing crowd. Sweaty bodies were pressed against his and Jalen couldn’t help but cringe at that, hating all those people but envying them at the same time. Their life was easy and fun, his on the other hand was full of risks and worries, weighing too heavy on his shoulders.

The gun he had checked multiple times by now was burning into his skin, ready to be used any moment from now, but Jalen had to wait, not wanting to cause a mass hysteria. Kyle walked further down the beach to a part where just a few random people were standing with red cups in their hands, probably talking somewhere quieter. Jalen acted as if he was concentrated on his phone. ‘Got him” was sent to Grayson before he raised his glance just to be found right across from Kyle motherfucking Houck. Jalen was quick to grab his weapon, but Kyle was faster – and smiled down at him. “Hello there”, he grinned while almost softly caressing his own gun.

“Houck”, Jalen spoke through gritted teeth, loading his gun while pointing it at his opponent. The tattooed man laughed at his reaction, angling his head. “What brings you to our side of the beach, Y/L/N? This is Angelo Vendicatore territory and it makes you”, he steps closer to him, “our prey.”

Just then, Jalen realized where he was, surrounded by AV members. “Fuck”, he hissed, reaching into his pockets with one hand to press the quick call button that was holding Grayson’s number while still looking at Kyle, but he was too late. Just as Jalen was about to make his only shot – a shot that had to be on point -, he heard a loud noise followed by the worst pain he had ever felt. His ears were ringing, and his body was on fire, a loud scream escaping his lips as he randomly shot his bullet into Kyle’s direction, not even hitting him in the process, before he fell to the ground with a loud groan. “Y/N”, was all he could say, not wanting to leave his sister yet, needing to see her finally get a man, build up a family, moving out of their parent’s house. He promised to take care of them, but he broke his promise. He broke his life goal. Laughs and applause was heard, but he couldn’t concentrate on that while feeling such pain. Jalen cried, not caring about it at all, his vision getting blurry and his breaths coming shorter than he’d like them to come. He felt so, so cold and he was hurt. Flashes enlightened somewhere in the corner of his eyes, knowing that someone must either film this scenario or at least take enough pictures to threaten Grayson with them.

By all goods, he just hoped Y/N would never be able to see them.

Y/N. With the thought of his sister, he closed his eyes one last time.

Late July, 2019

“Maybe you should go for it, Y/N. I know what they say about el diablo, but he never disrespects any of his girls – and you’ll be save around there. Jalen is dead, we can’t change that. It’s been over three years, you need to get your head back up, honey”, Zavi mumbles while scrolling through different web pages, looking for a better job opportunity than dancing in a night club. You sigh, pulling some of your thick braids in a knot. “I know that he’s dead, Zav, thanks for reminding me”, you shake your head, trying to get rid of the tears forming in your eyes. “But it’s el diablo, he’s known for killing people! What if I fall down the pole or anything like that? He fucking killed his twin brother’s fiancé because she was pregnant, and he wanted to get out of the gang!”

It was true, Grayson Dolan wasn’t known to be the nicest human being on earth, he killed many people – not that anything was proven by the police -, but people around the streets knew what he was able to do. He might not be the one to kill those people himself, but he for sure was the one that shoot the shot in this woman’s heart, enjoying the view of her falling to the ground, crying out her baby’s name while Ethan had to watch the entire time, not being able to move. Grayson’s men were holding him down, making him feel every bit of pain his fiancé had to feel, watching her life end while tears burnt his cheeks. Soon enough, her eyes showed no emotions anymore, her mouth hang open, but no sound came out, her heart stopped beating, still losing blood. And the baby never made its way into the daylight. At least, that’s what the rumors said.

Rumors said also, that Ethan killed himself right after that, others said that he managed to leave the gang, joining another one while promising to ruin Grayson Dolan’s life. But no one knows for sure what happened after that one special night. You didn’t know who exactly killed your brother, but you for sure knew that Ethan Grant Dolan was still alive, running the Angelo Vendicatore like his life depended on it. Yet, not many people have seen him ever since that night, leaving him to be as mysterious as you could imagine.

“Y/N, stop it! It’s your decision, I could totally talk to my boss if we have another spot left in the team, but you were the one that said working in a pet store isn’t going to pay your rent”, Zavi shakes her head while writing the number of the DEVILISH-nightclub down. “That’s the number I found online. Give them a call, maybe even just go there to introduce yourself, I don’t think Grayson Dolan himself will be the one to decide who’s going to work there or not. He’s probably too busy buying and selling drugs.” She shrugs her shoulders before standing up and pressing a kiss to her best friend’s cheek. “I’ll call you tonight, okay?” You just sit there and nod, still thinking about Grayson Dolan, while Zavi was already on her way out of the small apartment.

You knew you were in desperate need for a job, your parents didn’t even bother sending you any money to pay the rent when they moved away over two years ago, leaving you in the city where your brother was buried, but not wanting to live there themselves anymore. You on the other hand couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, Los Angeles was the city you grew up in, so many memories you had in each and every street that you could never leave that town. It was the city of angels during the day, but the city of the devil in the night – the city of el diablo, the city of Grayson Dolan.

Letting out another sigh, you quickly type in the nightclub’s number in your phone, breathing in a few times before pressing the call button, letting it ring for a while, but nobody answered. “Seems like I need to go there on my own”, you huff before standing up, taking a deeper look into your wardrobe, searching for an outfit to wear while having a job interview at a night club as a stripper.

You, of course, didn’t know what to expect there, trying to be prepared for anything that could happen. Starting off with a shower, an intense shaving session and you even exfoliated your skin to make it extra smooth. “I should’ve gone to the waxing appointment with Zavi.” You muttered, annoyed at the amount of time you just spent shaving, knowing that by tomorrow you’d for sure be covered in stubble again.

Now onto the big decision: what was the best way to show off your body, but not looking like a whore? On the other hand, it was a strip club, you might need to show off more than you usually would. You were standing in front of your full body mirror, the opened wardrobe right next to it, clothes were shattered all around your feet, some on top of your bed, but you felt like neither of them fitted. Usually, you’d go out in oversized band shirts and leggings or high waisted jeans, completely fitting into the whole “grunge/arthoe”-aesthetic without even trying. You didn’t like to dress up, all your clothes were comfortable but still cool looking, completely fitting your tattooed body. If you’d ever dance for el diablo’s nightclub, you’d dance in an outfit you feel good in.

Around an hour later, you decided on wearing a black button up skirt that ended mid-thigh and was tight, hugging the curves of your butt perfectly, showing off what you’ve got. Usually, you’d combine that skirt with a jeans jacket and an oversized shirt, knotted above your stomach, but that just wasn’t sexy enough. Grayson Dolan had the most beautiful, exotic woman dancing for him, skinny girls with porcelain-like skin, completely different from your dark skin and tattooed, curvy body. Back in the days people would call you out different names, not realizing that your skin color didn’t make your personality. You are black, who cares? You couldn’t change that anyways – and you love your skin, love the way it makes your light green eyes pop out and how white your teeth looked even though you were literally running on coffee.

One problem you’ve always had with finding cute tops was that your boobs were too big to wear most of them. That’s why you always decided onto something loose, showing off your hips and butt instead of your cleavage, but you felt strong and confident tonight, deciding on wearing a leather harness-bralette with some fishnet long sleeve over it. You’d totally dig some fishnet tights as well, but wouldn’t want to overdo it just yet, needing to find a pair of shoes fitting to that outfit. For you, it was usually either a pair of Doc Martens or some sneakers, but for today you decided to go with your old Jeffrey Campbell heels, the ones you wanted to badly but never wore them because they were made out of black leather and covered in studs. Well, tonight was the night.

LA’s streets were still filled with people, even though it was around 11 PM now. You didn’t like going out there alone, walking the streets on your own without anyone to protect you – especially in that outfit. For your hair and makeup, you kept it quite simple: bold brows, eyeliner and mascara, some highlighter and lip gloss. But still, you were popping out in the nightlife, people were looking at you with confused looks on their faces, eyeing you up and down. Your tattoos were always something that society didn’t seem to accept, making it quite hard for you to find a job these days, but you would never even think about getting them removed, they were a bigger part of you than your actual self. Your arms were sleeved up, mandalas and dotwork covering your left arm while your right one was filled up with beautiful flowers. Medusa’s head was covering your lower stomach, disappearing in your underwear – where it for sure continues, the snakes winding up around your belly button.

But your favorite piece so far was the ox skull right under your boobs, its horns going up on the sides of your boobs, while a dagger was placed between them. Some smaller tattoos were splattered around your legs, some of them stick and poked by yourself or your brother, but you loved all of them equally. You made your body even more beautiful than it already was by putting your own art onto it.

It was quite a walk to the DEVILISH-nightclub, but once you started to hear music you already knew it wouldn’t be as far anymore. The loud bass was already accelerating your heartbeat, making your stomach jump in both fear and excitement, but you were still more than just nervous. Your feet stopped abruptly; it was your last chance to head back home now. The red and pink sign of the nightclub was so bright that you had to squint your eyes to read it, making sure you were in the right spot. DEVILISH. There it was. Either your future or your death, you couldn’t know by now. Biting your lip in anticipation and agitation, you decided to stay there for a while to watch people enter the club.

Not everyone could get inside, you got to realize that so far. Boys in a sweater and joggers? Nope. Girls without makeup or high heels? Nope. Any other person that looked wealthy and arrogant, maybe even dangerous? Sure, come on in.

That was probably one of your biggest problems: the audience, the clienté. Those people, who will be watching you move your ass on stage. Those people, who probably wouldn’t even think about shooting someone your skin color. It was dangerous, you knew that, but it was also your only chance to stay in Los Angeles. You take one more deep breath, straighten your posture as you walk towards the line, waiting until you were the one in front of the bouncer. He raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to explain yourself while checking out your outfit.

“I want to…”, you cough, trying to control your shaky voice. “I want to dance for this club. My friend told me I could just come over to give you a sneak peak of what I’m able of?” The bouncer looked at you in confusion before speaking into his headset, unsure of what to do with the girl in front of him. You tried to resist the urge to bite on your bottom lip, not wanting to, first off: act like you’re weak and second: not wanting to smudge your gloss. His deep voice asks for your ID card, repeating your name, address and date of birth to the other person who probably must check your criminal past. Luckily, you had none that was written down by the police. With one last nod, he opened the curtain for you to walk through, wishing you good luck.

You were overwhelmed by everything that happened right now; your senses couldn’t even react to all the action around you. It didn’t smell like alcohol or sweat like most of the clubs you’ve been into, it actually smelt pretty nice; like a mixture of grapefruit, ginger and even coffee, maybe. Step for step, you dare to walk in further, carefully having an eye on the people that you passed on your way, one prettier than the other. Blonde goddesses, tall businessman, all dressed in Louis or Gucci. You looked down at your own outfit, frowning while doing so. It wasn’t anything expensive, nothing too daring and suddenly, you don’t feel as confident as you did a few minutes ago. You felt cheap, not worthy to dance in front of those people. As if they’d watch you, if they could enjoy a show by the other, prettier, more experienced dancers.

“Are you Y/N?”, a sudden voice tears you out of your thoughts, making you turn around with a quiet shriek. Right in front of you, there’s this woman and you could swear to god, she was the most attractive person you’ve ever seen. She was so tall, you had to tilt your head back to look her in the – bright blue, of course – eyes. She didn’t wear much make up, but she didn’t even need to. Her skin was flawless, her lashes long enough to just be coated by a simple layer of mascara and her lips, god her lips. They were covered in a nude gloss, looking so soft and plumb, you scolded yourself for always chewing on yours, which looked nothing like hers. “Yes, I am, ma’am. Y/N Y/L/N.”

The mysterious woman smiles down at you, offering you her perfectly manicured hand to shake. “I’m Lia, nice to meet you, honey. I got told you wanted to dance for us?” Her smile was still prominent, revealing two rows of beautiful teeth and two cute little dimples. You nod, still more than cowed by her appearance. “Don’t worry, love, our team is nice and loving, the girls will love you!”, Lia cheers while grabbing your hand and walking you to a huge door, typing in some code to open it, motioning for you to walk through it first. Somehow, you couldn’t help but grin at the hectic woman in front of you, nodding quickly while walking through the door with your head raised, making you look more self confident. Suddenly, you didn’t bother your outfit anymore, even though everyone else was dressed differently – it was your style, your dance and most importantly your body.

“You don’t need to be nervous, you won’t dance today, we just all need to get to know you first”, Lia smiles at you sympathetically while guiding you through the long hallway – the clubs music was nowhere to be heard anymore. “Currently, we’ve got 7 wonderful dancers, most of them are American, but we’ve got one beautiful Asian queen and a European goddess, we’d love to have someone like you in our team as well!” You cringed at her comment. ‘Someone like you’, what were you like? Were you different? Was it the tattoos or the color of your skin? “Oh, shit. I didn’t mean it like that!”, Lia cringes as well, trying to make the best out of the situation. “Don’t worry, it’s fine”, you mumble while looking around.

Just as if she was reading your mind, Lia points to another huge door. “There we are, it might be a bit confusing to walk through this long ass hallway, but Mister Dolan just wants us to be save from all those… people. You know, our clienté isn’t always the nicest, you’ve probably heard the story about our club and why it is called DEVILISH. But don’t worry, until now, nothing bad has ever happened, Gra- Mister Dolan just wants to know us in safety if something would happen.” You nod, waiting for Lia to enter the code to open the door, letting her step inside first this time.

“Okay, this is basically where we hang out before our show starts, we get ready in here, we eat in here and after the show, we could shower or take a bath in here as well. Mister Dolan offers each of us a room to sleep in whenever we need to make more customers, whenever we need a place to sleep or when we’re just too tired to head home, maybe having one too many drinks.” Lia smiles at the thought, she’s probably been sleeping here quite often. “He takes good care of us, Y/N, don’t listen to all those bad stories people tell about him. He has had a rough past, losing his brother like that, you know? I’m sorry for him”, she sighs before eyeing your outfit the second time this evening. “I love your skirt! And those shoes, god damned, I wanted to get them too, but I couldn’t figure out where to wear them. Well, by now I would know. Anyways, let’s find at least two of our lovely girls.” Lia starts walking through the different rooms, showing you the bathrooms with those luxurious bathtubs that made you think about the old one back in your apartment that you never used because you were kind of disgusted by how old and rusty it was. Usually, you’d just hop in the shower, scrub your body and jump out again before the cold water was actually hitting you. This seemed… nice.

Soon enough, you were introduced to a small Asian girl, also covered in tattoos, but a different style than yours. Hers were more comic book looking, some Ghibli figures dancing on her skin, some bright colorful ones, not fitting into your black and white scheme. “Oh my god, hi! I’m Yun Hee, but you can go for Yun, it’s easier and easier to remember, I guess. I’m glad we get another tatted bad bitch for our team!”, she hugs you, glitter spreading all over your body while you hesitantly wrap your arms around her as well. “I hope you’re going to make it, Mister Dolan is here tonight”, she whispers the last part into your ear, not looking at Lia, “He’s a sucker for his girls ass and can’t say no to a lap dance, especially when it comes to a girl with a body like yours.” Yun slapped your ass with a cheeky grin, watching as it bounces while you couldn’t hold in a small laughter. “I didn’t know I had to dance in front of him… I thought I’d just dance for you and you girls decide whether I’m in or not…”

Yun nodded with a knowing frown but got back to her cheerful self within seconds. “Anyways, I need to fix my make-up, I’m sure you’ll do fine! I’ll let Lia know to give you my number, tell me how it went then, okay?” Then, she was gone. And you? You were even more insecure, biting your lip in anticipation while looking around to find Lia. Instead, you stepped in front of the many full-length body mirrors, eyeing your outfit once more this evening, not sure if you want to do this anymore. You should’ve asked Yun about the costumers, the loan and Grayson Dolan.

“Y/N, there you are! Mister Dolan would like to see you perform, now. Don’t be nervous, I’m sure he’ll love you! I hope he does, good luck!”, with that, Lia pushes you through another door, leaving you alone in a dark room with dimmed lights, a little platform for you to stand on and a dark blue velour couch. You take in another deep breath, trying to calm down all your anxious thoughts before raising your head, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness.

And then you saw him. Erebus. El diablo. Grayson Dolan himself. Staring at him, you couldn’t move at all, hypnotized by his stunning looks, now understanding why he was named after the devil himself. He looked hot as hell.

“Hello, angel.” His deep chuckle brought you back from your trance, causing your breath to hitch slightly. You finally dared to really look at him, practically sucking in his appearance. His eyes even managed to sparkle in those lights, prominent eyebrows giving him that intimidating look and those, combined with his tight, chiseled jaw just left you like a shy little schoolgirl, dreaming of his attractive teacher. He tilted his head in amusement, raising one of those sharp brows at you. “Did something bite off your tongue? Or are you just so wet by just seeing me that you can’t move without dripping down your long thighs, baby?” Now it was your turn to raise your eyebrow, mocking his amused face while stepping towards him.

“Not the slightest, Mister Dolan. I came to dance for you and that’s what I’m going to do, yet I couldn’t get any preparation time. Is there any chance to change the lights and let me choose a song of my liking?” Your loose tongue causes his fists to clench, but he was somehow impressed, no girl would ever contradict him, especially none of those dancer girls. “Suit yourself, angel.” He crosses his arms while sliding back onto the couch with spread legs, making himself comfortable while taking a deeper look at your dark skin, covered in all those pieces of art. And that outfit, that no other of his girls would ever choose because it wasn’t as slutty, not as cliché. But on you, it looked amazing. You looked like a bad ass bitch – exactly what he was looking for these days. Mentally, he took a note on observing you the next couple weeks, minding something bigger for you already.

Soon enough, the lights turned a dark red, making you almost disappear as you slowly walked onto the platform as “DEVILISH” by Chase Atlantic started to fill the room.

SEVER OFF THE HEAD AND WATCH THE BODY FALL, SEE YOU IN THE DEPTHS, THAT AIN’T A METAPHOR.

SEX, BLOOD, FASHION DRIPPING HOLY WATER. HOLY SHIT, SHE WORSHIPPING MY DICK LIKE IT’S THE HOLY FATER.

As soon as the calming, yet rough voice fills your ears, you couldn’t help but slowly sway to the rhythm of the song you chose wisely – referring to Grayson, to his nightclub and his life. You’ve had lots of dancing experience, even took some pole dance classes, but dancing in front of the devil himself wasn’t something you could ever come prepared for. The beat started to get faster, making you run towards the pole and jump up on it, letting it turn you around multiple times with your head hanging low, bringing you closer to the floor with every rotation. Once your fingertips brushed past it, you let yourself fall until your back was hitting it as well, turning around to crawl onto the floor while opening your legs for him, humping the parquet twice.

TRIPLE THE SIX, I’M BLAMING YOUR GOD ‘CAUSE HE DON’T EXIST, I KEEP THE BEAT, ONLY TALK A FEW WEEKS THEN I CUT OFF YOUR WRISTS.

MEDICATION GOT MY HIGHER THAN HEAVEN BUT BRO I’M THE SHIT, BETTER FIX I SAVED FOR HADES, I’M POPPIN’ THE PILLS WHEN I’M SICK.

You didn’t dare to break the eye contact with the intimidating man in front of you, watching every of his reactions, trying to read his mind – but he was a professional in keeping his poker face up, not showing you any kind of emotion. Biting your lip in anticipation, you continue your dance routine, climbing back onto the pole until you were about to reach the ceiling, when you pushed your feet of the secureness, holding yourself up by just your arms while walking through the air, slowly circling around again. Then, just as the beat intensifies again, you press your back against the turning pole, crossing your feet over it while slowly tracing your silhouette with one of your hands. Your thick braids were flying through the air, your abs clenched, and you were slowly but sure getting out of breath, but you would never give up.

I ONLY EXIST TO FALL, HAPPENS LIKE THE GHOST OF GOD, I JUST WANT TO LET THEM GO. FEELING HOMESICK, FIRE UP THAT BLUNT, BITCH. SHUT UP.

DEVILISH, FUCKING WITH MY GUYS, YUH. I MAKE SACRIFICES, YOU MAKE LIES UP. HEAVEN LOST AN ANGEL WHEN I SIGNED UP, I MIGHT FUCK YOUR FRIEND, I MADE MY MIND UP.

Just as the music hits its peak, you pulled yourself up with your right hand, bringing your legs over your head in a split, spinning the pole even faster than before. Your legs were now above you, your head stretched away from the pole and hands working as wings, as you slow down a bit, winding around it like a snake. Taking a deep breath, knowing the next move must be perfect, you jump back up to the highest point, wrapping your legs around the pole as you let yourself hang from it like a bat, opening your arms while waiting for the next beat drop. Once it comes, you let yourself fall to the floor in a horrific pace, a move you usually just dared to show off when you were drunk. Just as your nose was about to hit the floor, you quickly let go of the pole with a somersault.

Grayson raised an eyebrow, impressed with your performance and shifting in his seat while waiting what’s next to come. You couldn’t hide a smirk while crawling towards him with swinging hips, enjoying the desirable glance he shoots towards you.

I’M DEVILISH, YUH. I’M DEVILISH, YUH. I’M DEVILISH, YUH. I’M DEVILISH, YUH.

Looking up at Grayson with a slightly innocent look, you climb up on his lap, debating whether to touch him or not. This man was out of your league, yet, you had to compel him, to seduce him like you would with any other man that was watching you perform. Without even thinking about it twice, you grab the collar of his dress shirt, playing with it while smiling down at him. You didn’t press your crotch against his – yet -, but you could feel his hips move to the beat as well, eyeing your entire body up and down

It wasn’t part of your choreography, but you bite your lip while placing his huge hands on your hips and pull off your fishnet shirt with them, wrapping it around his neck as if it was a scarf, giving him a view seconds to enjoy the view of your impressive cleavage. Then, you turn around quickly, pressing your back against his toned chest while using his hands again to roam your body, while wriggling around in his lap in a slow pace.

DEVILISH, SAY THE PART YOU LOVE ME, YUH. I DON’T WANNA TALK, JUST SAY THE PART YOU LOVE ME, YUH.

SETTLE DOWN, YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE ME DRIVE THE DEVIL OUT, YOU DON’T WANNA SEE MY DEMONS IN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE, YOU DON’T WANNA FACE DAMAGE IN YOUR MENTAL HOUSE.

Once the slow part was over and the beat dropped again, your let yourself fall right down onto his dick, earning a quiet gasp from Grayson, his hands tightening around your waist as you started to grind down on him, hands buried in his perfect styled hair. Just as his hands were about to travel further down your waist and you feel something starting to grow underneath you, you get out of his lap to dance around him while softly pressing down onto his shoulder. Once you were standing behind him, you let your nose brush against his neck, breathing in his heavy but delicious after shave, knowing that this man had to smell good. Your clothed tits were pressed against his shoulders as you gently bit down onto his earlobe, loving the way he twitched underneath you. Placing your hands on the couch upholstery, you lifted yourself up in a handstand above him, rolling down back onto his lap as the song finally comes to an end.

I TAKE DRUGS ON THE DAILY, I TAKE PITY ON THE PEOPLE WHO TRY TO SAVE ME, GOD DOESN’T EXIST AND EVEN IF HE COULD, OH BITCH YOU WOULD NEVER CATCH ME PRAYING.

Within seconds, you had your shirt back on and were standing in front of Grayson, raising an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to say anything. He, on the other hand, keeps on looking at you, burning you with his stare. Just as you grew impatient, he opened his mouth. “Where have you been all my life, angel?” He stands up, walking right up to you while pressing his warm palm against your cheek, almost stroking you. “Definitely not here, Mister Dolan”, you chuckle as you stepped back once more. “Well, what is your opinion on me, Sir? Will I be able to dance for your clienté?” He hated the fact that you were running away from his touch, but he loved playing games, he loved a challenge.

“Well, Miss Y/L/N”, he chuckled in his intimidating deep voice, “I do think you’d fit in perfectly, but”, he stopped once more, just to build up some tension, “why would I let you dance for me, angel? What would you do to deserve your wings? How important is this job for you? Tell me your story.” He was way too interested in her to just let her go like this, no. He needed to know everything, needed to know if she was the one. The woman he was seeking for, the woman he needed to finish off his plans.

“I’m sorry to tell you, Mister Dolan, but I don’t think my past is important for you to hire me, isn’t it? All you need to know it that I’m available on the daily, I will dance for you, your friends and your… costumers. I don’t mind if it’s one man or twelve, I’d still be up for it if the payment is high enough. I’m not for free, you won’t be able to bring me down, I went through way too much to be ordered around by another gang member, even if it’s the leader this time. So, you could either hire me and make some money with my body – a body like no other of your girls has- or I could pay your sweet brother a visit to see what he thinks of my dancing skills. Because I for sure know what’s going on with you two, Mister Dolan. I’m sick of deciding which gang my family belongs to, you know?”, your walk towards him, showing him that you weren’t afraid of him. The thought of your brother, killed by the rival gang, made you feel powerful.

“I once chose my side, don’t let me regret it.” You lift the left side of your bra a bit up, showing off the devil tarot card that held Jalen’s name hidden on your ribcage, always near your heart. “I’m not an angel, nor am I as innocent as you might think, but I am willing to fight for my survival. I am willing to fight for my family, even though I might have lost an important member of it. So, I wouldn’t wait another second to team up with Ethan’s gang, because I don’t want to starve to death, but my brother was part of the diablo’s , I guessed it would be just the best to follow his footsteps.”

Grayson’s eyes widen in shock before he frowns, pulling you even closer to look at the healed tattoo – you had to have it for quite some time now, not seeing any fresh ink or crust to show some healing process. “How long?”, he mumbles while secretly checking out your other tattoos. You didn’t even have to think about it for a long time, always remembering the night you got the tattoo together with Jalen.

“About three years ago, when my brother got his tattoo, he made me get the same one – I didn’t know what it meant, though. I thought it was like a brother-sister thing to do, get matching tattoos and stuff. But once he…”, you cough to swallow the lump in your throat, trying to find your voice again, “But once he died, I quickly found out what that tattoo meant. He wanted me to be safe if something happens to him. I knew I never had some receptive ritual or something like that, but I already have the tattoo – wouldn’t it be a shame to get it covered by Gabriel?”

“It would be a total shame, princess. You deserve an angel on your skin, but not that one”, he walks around you, acting like he’s inspecting you, as if he hadn’t seen enough of you during your performance. “Who was your brother, darling? Must have been someone I know, otherwise he wouldn’t be that confident of me securing his little sister.” Well, you haven’t thought through that part of you actually telling Grayson who your brother was, not knowing which position he had in the gang or if Grayson even liked him. On the other hand, you really didn’t want to know what your brother did, whether it was a simple drug deal or being the cause of someone’s death. It doesn’t matter, just because of this gang shit, Jalen ended up being the death one.

“Jalen, Sir. Jalen Y/L/N..“, you mumbled while lowering your head, afraid of his reaction. “Jalen? Jalen had a sister?”, Grayson raised his eyebrows once more, balling his hands to tight fists. “I never knew about his family. Okay, listen to me, Y/N. You should’ve been searching for me a long time ago, Jalen didn’t die for no reason, you got me?” You just nodded; eyes wide in shock.

“Jalen was somewhat of my right hand, he helped me do… lots of things, I guess. But they know who he was, probably checked out his family as well, but nobody ever knew he had a sister.” Grayson paces through the room, the red light making him look even angrier than he already was. “Where are your parents?” Biting your lip, you quickly answered. “Gone, they moved away as soon as they found out about his death – but I couldn’t leave the city I grew up in, I’ve got too many memories here. And I want revenge.” Your voice sounded stronger than you felt in this moment, but Grayson looked at you with an impressed glance, nodding in agreement. “That’s what I wanted to hear, angel. Okay, here’s what I could give to you: a place to stay that’s absolutely safe, money or whatever you’ll need to keep living your life and I promise you: you’ll get your revenge. But I need you to do something as well, angel. Are you willing to do something for me in return?”

“Yes, Sir. But you don’t need to do all those things for me, I’d be fine with a somewhat good paid job. I don’t need a new place to live in…”, you suddenly grew nervous again, not knowing what he had up for you. “Really, I don’t want to bother you, Mister Dolan.” “Stop talking, would ya? As Jalens sister, I owe you more than you think. This man saved my life way too many times.” He shakes his head with a chuckle before continuing. “And don’t worry, my house has more than enough rooms, I wouldn’t even know you’re there. Anyways, I think you’d look quite good by my side, don’t you think? So, in return I want you to keep me company whenever I need to do important stuff. I want you to dress up pretty for me, lull my business partners and who knows, maybe you could be the one to finally ruin my brother. I know you’ve got your brothers blood in your veins as well. You’re a fighter, angel. Would you like to fight on my side?”

Grayson steps towards you, placing his hands on your waist as he whispers the last couple words against your lips, leaving you gasp in excitement. “You sure, Sir? I don’t know if I’d look that good by your side, I-“ “Oh angel, you don’t know how you’d look in Louis, in Gucci or even in Balenciaga? All those brands would be glad if you wore them, pretty girl. Where’s that skirt from, Forever 21? You deserve better.” His soothing words left you with goosebumps along your spine, making you shudder under his touch. “It’s actually H&M…”, you whispered, ashamed of your cheap outfit that probably hasn’t even cost half the price of his underwear. His fingertips were currently tracing your jawline while you were still thinking about his offer.

“What do you mean by living in your house, though? I mean… I do have my own apartment, there’s no need of me moving in with you. But I’d totally be fine with escorting you to your business meetings. And I wouldn’t say no to a nice dress. I came to dance, so that’s one thing I’d love to do for your club, Mister Dolan”, you giggled at the thought of something more expensive covering your body, knowing that Grayson wouldn’t be hesitating in buying you all the designers you loved. “I just offered you anything you could dream of, but you still want to dance in front of hungry men? What did I just got myself into”, he chuckled while nodding in agreement. “Fine, you can put on your show on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but on the other days, your body will me mine, angel. And about the living situation: we’ll be discussing that later, for now you can go home and think about everything. Tomorrow, you’ll be having a little shopping spree on your own, okay?” He hands you his credit card while grinning down at you. “Visit La Perla for me, darling. I bet you’d look great in salmon colored silk.” With that, he left you standing alone in that dimmed light, holding nothing but a black credit card in your hands – not knowing what to do with it.

 “So, you’re really telling me that he not only offered you a job, but also to live with him in his freaking mansion? And that you denied that?”, Zavi shakes her head at you, blowing nose through her nose in disapproval. The two of you were currently wandering through your local mall, searching for some nice stage outfits. Grayson’s credit card was burning holes through your wallet, but you denied on using it, not wanting to waste any of his money for something you’d earn your own money with. Just as you walked past a small store called La Perla, you smirked while pulling Zavi with you into it. “Y/N! This store is out of our price range, c’mon, even looking at those pieces will make me poor”, Zavi whined as you showed her Grayson’s credit card. “It’s on el diablo. Don’t worry, I guess he won’t even realize that some money is missing. He told me to spoil myself, so why not spoiling my best friend too?” You shrugged while looking through the different lingerie sets, some of them out of complete mesh, others of lace – which you absolutely adored, packing 4 sets into your basket, knowing they’d look stunning on your body. But one pair of silky lingerie caught your eye, salmon colored and absolutely wonderful, you didn’t even dare to touch it. Zavi didn’t even bother to put that one into your basket as well, grinning at you while showing off her teeth. “Make him greedy for you, girl. Try it on, I need to see it!” She shoved you into the dressing room, handing you your basket after putting some more lingerie in there.

You put on one after another set, actually feeling yourself and smiling into the mirror with such a confidence, you couldn’t help but step out to show Zavi your favorite set so far – the one that Grayson suggested. It pushed up your tits to their maximum without looking too fake, but those panties were a different level. They were short, revealing but sitting on your hips like they were meant to be there. You turned around, showing her the fabric that was hidden in between your cheeks, showing the roundness of them perfectly. “Fuck, Y/N you look so hot, you’re driving my pan sexual ass crazy”, Zavi moaned at the view you gave her. Just then, you saw a familiar silhouette passing the dressing rooms, making you chuckle. “Hey stranger, what do you think of it? Or would you like to enjoy a show later on?” You would’ve guessed it was Grayson, following you on your little trip to see if you were about to spend his last coin, but the person that was now standing in front of you definitely wasn’t Grayson. “Oh, that color suits you pretty well. But let me tell you, I bet baby blue suits your skin even better.” You stood there in shock, not being able to speak up while letting your eyes travel the person that looked so similar to Grayson that it couldn’t be a coincidence. “Oh, I’m sorry, what a shame to not introduce myself. I am Ethan”, he holds out his hand for you to shake and as soon as your smaller one touched his, you felt instant rage boiling up your skin. But instead, you smiled.

“Well, hello Ethan. I’m Y/N, always up for help when it comes to finding a new style. Is there anything specific you’d suggest for me?”

You instantly regret going out in your sweatpants and some tank top you found laying on your floor, your face was free of any make up, wishing you had at least put some effort in doing your eyebrows. It was a one time chance to meet Ethan Grant Dolan, talking to him without him knowing who you were. “Oh, for sure, pretty girl. I see, you already chose some lace, that’s always been a secret love of mine, I adore women in lace”, Ethan closes his eyes, imagining you stripping down in front of him, wearing nothing but those see-through lace panties.

“Yeah, I can totally imagine you in that set”, he pointed over to a cute baby blue set with flowery lace detailing. “Oh, Ethan, this is so pretty!”, you smiled at the set, putting it into your basket willingly. On the inside, you were rolling your eyes at him being that easy to compel. Shouldn’t he be crying over his dead wife? This Ethan wasn’t someone you expected him to be.

“Let me buy that for you, Y/N. It’s going to be my treat for you, hoping I’d be the one to see you wearing it one day.” “Oh, Ethan, I can’t accept that, this lingerie is way to expensive to let a stranger pay for me…”, you pouted while Zavi giggled.

“You like being a challenge, huh? I won’t be a stranger to you for long, baby”, he grabbed the lingerie to go and pay for it while you rolled your eyes as soon as he was out of your sight. “Such a fucking dumbass”, you huffed to your best friend. “As if I’d be in to fuck the guy that-“

“Here I am, babe.” Ethan hands you a little bag while smirking at you. “I put my number in there as well, I surely hope you’re giving me a call or at least some pictures to strengthen my opinion on you in lace.” He kisses your cheek before winking at Zavi one last time, disappearing into the crowd of people outside that store.

Later that night, when you finally unpacked all the clothes and make up you bought, you decided on enjoying a nice bath and some Sushi in the tub while listening to music. Sadly, your pampering night got interrupted by the annoying ring tone of your phone, the display showing some unknown number. “Hello?”, you asked while chewing on a big chunk of avocado maki, snorting at the amount of wasabi you put on that piece. “Angel.” Grayson’s soft voice made you almost drop your chopsticks into the water, choking on the Sushi. “Mister Dolan.” You tried to sound professional, but which professional would ever decide on eating maki in their bathtub? “How is my princess? I was hoping to see you tonight, there’s still some things we need to figure out. Are you free?” “I guess I am, Sir. When and where to you want to meet up?” Opening the drain, you stepped out of the tub while grabbing a towel from your heater, wrapping it around your body and looking for your body lotion.  

“I don’t mind coming over to your house, would you?” Grayson asked casually, causing you to sigh in relief. “I’d like that, Mister Dolan. Would mean I don’t need to get dressed nicely”, you giggled while walking towards your bedroom, looking through all those beautiful pieces of lingerie you got with his – and Ethan’s - credit card today. “Fine, I’ll be there soon, angel.”

Minutes have passed and you grew more and more nervous, debating whether to wear something nice or casual, whether to wear make up or not. Well, you chose the same pair of sweatpants from before combined with a basic tight black crop top, trying to look at least somewhat sexy. Not knowing what Grayson had on his mind, you just set your brows in place with some brow gel but didn’t waste time on foundation or mascara. Then, your doorbell interrupted your upcoming anxiety attack, leaving you with one more spritz of your perfume before rushing to open the door. And there he was, dressed quite casually, some lose dress pants combined with a simple black hoodie – but he managed to still look stunning. “Good evening, angel”, he grinned at you while shrugging his shoes off. “Can I come in?”

You just nod, still perplexed about how different he looked from yesterday, but you instantly felt so miserable standing next to him in your dirty joggers. “Sure.” Stepping aside, you allow him to come into your cozy little apartment. “Do you want anything to drink? To smoke?” Grayson shakes his head, but you decided to grab a beer just to calm your nerves.  “I don’t really have much space to sit, is the couch okay for you, Mister Dolan?”, you bit your lip in discomfort, you’ve never been ashamed about your living situation, but you knew he was used to something much better. “Everything’s fine, angel”, he places his hand on the small of your back while guiding you to your own living room. Once the two of you sat down, Grayson looked at you with such an intimidating look that gave you instant goosebumps.

“So, what I’ve been wanting to talk about was our contract stuff. I know you want to dance for me, but you know that I’ve got different plans for you, right? It wasn’t just a wish of mine to have you move in with me, Y/N. I want you to live by my side from now on, not just as my coworker, more like a… girlfriend. It is hard for me to do all the business meetings alone, to attend anything without someone by my side. The problem is, I can’t trust most people around here. I mean, I could choose any girl from the gang, but… most of them are manlier than I am”, Grayson chuckles while looking at you, “Would you be okay with that? Just keeping me company. You wouldn’t have to dance for all those men, you could be by my side, in my house and live your best life while doing one, two things for me. To be honest, I’ve got plans, most of them maybe not as easy as pole dancing. But I feel like I could trust you – I know that I can trust you, let alone because of Jalen. I owe you something, angel.”

Grayson el diablo Dolan wanted you not to only move in with him, but be some sort of his girlfriend? Shaking your head in shock, you chugged down most of your beer before starring at him in confusion. “Mister Dolan, I don’t understand...” “Grayson”, he interrupted you. “Huh?”, you raised an eyebrow at him, more confused than before. “My name’s Grayson, don’t always call me ‘Mister Dolan’ or ‘el diablo’ that’s kind of weird, you know?” You gulped but shrugged your shoulders.

“Fine, I don’t care what to call you, so Grayson it is. Okay, Grayson. Don’t you think there’s some kind of love needed to ask someone to be their girlfriend? Instead of just asking someone jobwise. I mean, I’m honored, but… I feel like this is so wrong. I’m not an escort or anything like that – and I barely know you. What I know is that you can be really, really dangerous, that you own more money than I could ever dream off and that you could probably pay prettier and more graceful woman to go out with you. I’m not the one to be in the spotlight, Gray”, the nickname slipped off your tongue so easily that you didn’t even bother to correct yourself, “I need to be the girl in the shadows, the mysterious one that dances a few times a week and that’s it. If I was the one by your side, everyone would know me. I’d be everyone’s target.” There it was, the side you didn’t want to show anyone that works – or owns – DEVILISH. Your insecure, anxious self.

But Grayson was fast to react, cupping your face with his large hands, suddenly a soft sparkle in his eyes. “Listen, Y/N. The moment I saw you, I knew that I had to have you. Before you even started to dance, I knew what kind of ride you were – the first girl ever to open her mouth and be not up into my ass like all the others. I’m usually not the type to ask for anything, you should know that. But let me phrase it properly: Will you, Y/N, be my girlfriend? Or will you at least be willing to get to know me better?” He smiled that smile that would melt thousand of hearts in seconds, but you were still frowning, not sure of this situation. “I am willing of getting to know you, Grayson”, you bite your lip while nodding shyly, “But I still want to dance, you know that. I want to get paid the way you pay all your dancers, no benefits, okay? Dancing will be my job, we’ll see about the rest – that will start only in our private time, okay? You can invite me to dinner, I love sushi. Tomorrow, 7PM?” Out of nowhere, you got your confidence back, grinning at the man in front of you. Grayson couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ve got myself a feisty one, huh? But fine, sushi it is. Wear something nice, though, I may or may not want to take you to another club afterwards”, he winks at you before standing up, looking down at you. “Mind escorting me to the door?” You nod, getting up as well and throwing your braids into a knot, relaxing your neck while doing so. “Oh, by the way. I met the other Dolan twin today. It was quite… interesting, I’d say. He even bought me those”, you giggled while lowering the waist band of your joggers, revealing some of the baby blue lace Ethan bought you earlier that day. “That dumbass even gave me his number, wanting me to send some pics in those.” You rolled your eyes, huffing at the thought of this greasy guy.

Grayson’s eyes widen at your confession, sitting back down on the couch in disbelief. “You met Ethan? And you didn’t tell me earlier? What did he say? What did he do? Does he know who you are? Oh, no, he couldn’t know. Are you going to call him?” “Grayson calm down! He was so weird, acting all flirty and stuff. I mean, I tried to flirt back, but I couldn’t because I kept thinking of Jalen. I still kept his number, though. What do you think?” You sat down next to him, popping your legs on the couch table while looking at the bill that kept Ethan’s number on it. Grayson scratched his beard, thinking about all those possibilities to ruin his brother.

“Tease him, send him pictures, try to get in his pants, I guess. But that would mean you couldn’t be the girl by my side… Mh. Fuck, Y/N that’s one of the best chances I’ve ever got. Okay, wait. Let’s do it like that: we’re still going out, doing all that official business stuff but you keep on hitting on Ethan, trying to convince him that you hate me with all your guts but you’re still with me because of my money, how’s that?”

You scrunched your nose at his idea, shaking your head no. “I’m not the type of girl to do that, Gray. It would be too obvious to be with both of you, don’t you think? I mean, Ethan doesn’t seem that dumb. But, I may or may not have a friend that he flirted to as well. I think she’d be up for it. She loves a challenge – and a good dick to ride on. How’s that? I just slip Zavi Ethan’s number, telling her to send some lingerie pics to him, trying to drive him crazy. And once he’s far up her ass, we’re destroying him and his business.” You raised an eyebrow, giving Grayson an asking look while typing Ethan’s number into your phone, sending Zavi the contact.

“Girl, I love you, I can officially say that. You’re a genius! But I got to say”, he eyes you from head to toe, smirking while doing so, “I think I’d still prefer salmon colored lace or silk on your body. Was your shopping day successful, angel?” You nod with a wide smile, thinking about all those luxurious lingerie sets that were ready to wear in your closet. “Yeah, it was wonderful. I was quite surprised though, I look fine as hell in salmon.” Grayson groaned quietly, nodding his head. “I bet you do, angel. I bet you do. I can’t wait to see it, mind to give me a show? I mean, I paid for it”, he winked at you, making you pout. “But I wanted to wear them for my first dance.”

“Dance for me, then.” Grayson kept his eyes on you, a soft smirk still plastered onto his beautiful lips while you stand up, basically running into your room to change into a nicer outfit. If Grayson wanted a show, he’s totally going to get one. Stripping out of your nasty clothes, you quickly slipped into your new lingerie set after removing the tags on them, turning around in front of your mirror with a proud smile on your lips. Salmon truly looked amazing on you, Grayson was right. You didn’t have a pole montaged into your living room, so you need to improvise in that, probably going for a lap dance or a striptease. One of your new favorite pieces you just bought today was a skin-tight dress made from black faux leather, hugging and stretching around your curves. It had so much cleavage, that you were unsure if your boobs were about to fall out during your dance, but they’d see them anyways – who cares? The back was something different, though. It was held by many straps, covered in rivets, giving it some sort of grunge vibe. To that, you’d usually wear some of your combat boots or over knees, but since you were at home anyways, you went barefoot.

Once you came back into the living room, you saw Grayson on his phone, probably checking up with his gang mates or whatever an important gang leader must do in his free time. Little did you know was that he already booked your dinner at this really fancy sushi place. You walk up to him, coughing quietly. “What’s your favorite song, Gray? What would you like to see me dance to?” You ask while standing in between his legs, caressing his thighs with your thumbs. Grayson lays his head back to take your appearance in, sighing at the view of your hips in that tight ass dress. “Fuck, angel”, he moans while gripping onto your love handles. “You could dance to anything and nothing, I wouldn’t mind at all. Look at you, girl.” He pulls you down onto his lap, smoothing out your braids over your back. “The worst thing is, I kind of know what’s underneath, but I haven’t seen it. So, what about me just ripping off that beautiful dress?”

You shake your head in amusement, standing up again before connecting your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, choosing ‘American Money’ by BØRNS. As soon as the soft bass starts, you sway your hips in front of Grayson, but he just shakes his head, pulling you back onto his lap while holding your chin between his fingers. “I can’t watch you just dance for now, babygirl”, his nose traces your jawline, inhaling your flowery scent with another groan while his hands explore your body. “I need to see you, need to taste you”, he mutters with closed eyes – leaving you almost paralyzed. His fingertips were melting into you skin, while his body was practically molding against yours, leaving no free space for anything. Opening his eyes again, Grayson traces the thin straps of your dress, biting his lip. “This makes you look so naughty, angel. Doesn’t it?” You nod, seeking for more than just his fingertips on your body, aching for his rough touch. “Grayson, please”, you mewl, rolling your lips between your teeth and looking down at him. “Please what, baby? Please, stop?” He grins, waiting for your answer. “No! Please, continue. Please, touch me. Please, remove this fucking dress”, you squirm around in his lap, searching for at least some friction.

“But, Y/N, I thought I came just to talk?”, he removes his hand from your collarbones, smiling innocently at you. Your blood was boiling, not wanting to waste any chance of getting Grayson into your bed. “Yeah, you did, but now I want you to fuck me, Mister Dolan.” Grayson loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, but he loved the sparkle you had in your eyes even more. “What was that, doll?” He needed to hear it once more, needed to hear her begging for more. “I want you to touch me, Gray.” Raising an eyebrow, Grayson gently rubs her back, her hair and her shoulders. “Like this?” You shake your head, whining in impatience. “No, you idiot. I want your hands here”, you place his large hands over your tits, helping him to squeeze them while grinding down on his slowly hardening dick, “while I need your tongue down there.”

His hands were fast to move to the bottom of her dress, rolling it up and revealing the fantastic set of lace that she bought just for him. Grayson breathed out through his opened lips, not believing what he was seeing. “Fuck, I fucking told you”, he emphasizes while quickly laying you down onto the couch, hovering over you with lust filled eyes. His fingers move to the already damp fabric, slowly tracing those flowers out of lace. Squirming, you were the one to remove your dress completely, enjoying his stare with a wide grin. “Look at what you bought, Mister Dolan. Don’t I look pretty for you?” “You look amazing, babygirl. You look like the queen you deserve to be”, Grayson breathes out as he picked you up, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. “Where’s your bedroom?”

Just as you were about to tell him, Grayson’s phone began to ring, causing him to set you back onto the floor, picking up his phone with a groan. “What?”, he snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose, shooting you a sorry smile which you just shrugged off as you took another sip of your beer to calm your nerves down. You were really about to go there, even though you know nothing about this man besides that he’s fucking dangerous. On the other hand, he could give you anything you wanted, he could make your life hundred times better than it was by now. He had the opportunities – you didn’t. And by now, he was nothing but nice to you, as if he really wanted you by his side. “Taehyung, I already told you not to go that far all by yourself! I swear to god, if you get hurt, I’ll fucking shoot you!” Grayson’s loud voice dragged you out of your thoughts, making you look into his direction in confusion. He quickly mouthed a ‘sorry’ combined with an apologetic grin before continuing to talk. “Just take care, man. Alright, good luck, I’ll be there soon.”

You laughed as soon as Grayson had shoved his phone back into his pockets. “Don’t your own men listen to you, Mister Dolan? Where’s the authority?” Grayson laughed along with you. “Taehyung isn’t one of my… men. He’s most likely my best friend that wants to save my ass more often than I could save his. Speaking of, I need to head over to him before he ends up in the hospital once more.” He presses one soft kiss onto your blushing cheeks before walking towards the door. “I’m sure you’d like him too, but I need you to get to like me first! Tomorrow, 7 PM!”, he shouts before leaving into the dark night, doing whatever he needed to do.

Once your clock hit 6 PM, your nerves started to go wild again. You were pacing around your flat, trying to clean up even though you just spent an entire day cleaning just to calm down. Of course, you were already dressed and did your make up, but you’ve been changing your dress at least 5 times, drew your eyebrows on twice and couldn’t decide for the perfect lip gloss for another solid 15 minutes. Grayson stressed you out, even though your “date” hasn’t even started yet. You spent the entire night thinking about what he had said to you, about the girlfriend thing and living with him, but you were still unsure. He has been nice to you two times, but you didn’t know him, didn’t know what he does in his “job” and you didn’t know if he would be loyal or if all of this would be just for the outer world. All you knew about him was that he was fucking powerful – and that scared you.

At 6.54 PM, Grayson texted you to come outside, so you quickly applied one more layer of lip gloss before slipping into your heels and heading out. Gasping, you couldn’t help but adore the car he was standing in front of: a dark grey Corvette Z06, one of your most favorite cars in the entire world. “Fuck, Grayson”, you basically moaned, walking towards the car, touching it with sparkling eyes. “Hello to you too, angel”, Grayson laughed before pulling you into his arms softly, pressing a kiss to both your cheeks. “I see you like my car for the night?” You not quickly, smiling at him. “Can I drive?” Grayson’s chest moved against your head as he chuckled, looking at you in amusement. “Not tonight, this is one of my favorite cars, I wouldn’t even trust Tae to drive it. C’mon get in!” He guided you to the passenger’s side, opening the door for you and watched you get in before closing it, running over to his side. Once he started the motor, you couldn’t contain your envy. “I will be your girlfriend if I can drive this car. The interior is even better, this car is pure sex.” “Keep on talking angel and we won’t make it to the restaurant”, Grayson glanced at you while maneuvering the car through the traffic, soft beats coming out of the speakers while Los Angeles’ skyline passed your windows.

“It is so beautiful at night, yet so dangerous”, you mutter with a sad expression on your face, thinking about the night you heard about Jalen’s death. “It is, but who am I to judge?”, Grayson answers, leaving the car in silence again. He was right, you thought. If his and his brother wouldn’t be in those gangs, your brother would probably still be alive. Grayson breaks the comfortable silence shortly after, announcing that you arrived at the sushi place.

“Urasawa? Grayson, this is literally the most expensive place. Believe me, I’m fine with ‘Roll Roll Roll’, really. No need to spent hundreds of dollars for some raw fish…”, you mumbled as you gawked at the luxurious restaurant, but Grayson ignored you, opening your door and holding out his arm for you to hold on to. Sighing, you stepped out of the comfortable car, grabbing Grayson’s muscular biceps as you walked in together. One of the waitresses came up to you, showing you your booth as soon as Grayson mentioned his name, leaving you two in the most private area after taking your orders.

“So, Y/N, why don’t you tell me something about yourself? Did you go to university?”, Grayson asked as he took a sip of his water. You played with the water droplets that were running down your own glass, shaking your head. “No. I was about to go to university, but then Jalen died, I needed to help my parents pay for his funeral. Then, I fell in some kind of black hole, couldn’t handle my own feelings and decided to take some time off. Well, I never applied after that, working here and there to pay my rent. College wasn’t a topic for me ever since. By now, I’m too old to attempt, I guess. Did you?” Not wanting to talk about you all night, you decided to ask him some questions too, wanting to know everything about him and his life. Grayson nodded.

“I did, but only two years, never finished because… well, the gang happened. Ethan and I were both going to UCLA, I studied law and forensic studies, while Ethan went for art and humanities – even though our dad wanted us to study architecture. But then, things got weird and difficult with us, so we stopped and went our own ways, you probably know the story”, Grayson shrugged as the waitress brought your food. You smiled at her as she placed the plate in front of you, Grayson didn’t even look at her. Once she was gone, you tried to get him talking more. “What happened between Ethan and you? I know what the street says, but I want your story.” “You should eat, Y/N. We can talk about this another time.”

The rest of the dinner went on with some small talk, but you learned quite some things about Grayson. He loved wasabi, even ate it without pieces of sushi. He didn’t do drugs, even though he was one of the biggest drug lords out there – he hated people that bought from him, but he makes his money with him, so who would he be to decline that? His mother and his sister are still in contact with Ethan, but not him. His dad passed away because of cancer, which caused him to donate around a million Dollars to a children’s hospice. You frowned, feeling bad for him and his loss, but also admiring him for his strength to still lead that empire on his own – starting to hate Ethan more and more. “Don’t worry, I’m fine by now. Learned to hold my head higher than they do. I don’t get called el diablo for nothing”, Grayson winked at you while eating his last piece of sushi, making you giggle, but also smile in admiration. “What is your favorite childhood memory?” You asked while continuing to eat, curious if he’d tell you something about his past. Grayson remained quiet, obviously thinking about it before answering. “Probably something with my dad. Whenever Ethan was sick, dad and I would go out and do things on our own. It was fun, almost like I was an only child, not having to share experiences with my twin, you know? Full attention on me. Not having to share dad or mom, something like that”, he shrugs. Nodding, you finished your sushi as well, laying back in your chair to relax your stomach. “I’m so full”, you groaned with an exhausted laugh, Grayson joining in. “You ate more than I expected, not that it’s a bad thing. Usually the girl I take on business meetings with me just eat some appetizers. I must’ve looked like Son Goku next to them, eating all the time.” Smiling, the two of you kept having a comfortable conversation, getting to know each other better and better, leaving you with the thought that Grayson wasn’t a monster at all.

Days have passed, conversations were shared, and memories already made. By now, you knew that Grayson wasn’t the tough man he pretends to be, you found his soft spot, even though you’ve been now living with him for little less than a month. You decided the day after your date night, that Grayson was right: you two were meant to be. All your worries were for nothing, Grayson cared about you as much as you learned to care about him. Including staying up the entire night whenever he didn’t come home, cleaning his wounds whenever he got into a fight and helping him with any paperwork that was bothering him. A smile stole its way onto your lips as you thought about your argument during your second week of living with him.

You just got into the car with Grayson, glitter covering your body, barefoot and an exhausted look on your face. “You tired, angel?”, Grayson hold your hand while driving, caressing it with his thumb. “Mh, yeah”, you yawn, head pressed against the window, about to close your eyes. He looked over at you, smiling, while he realized something on your exposed neck. His grip got tighter; eyebrows furrowed. “What’s that on your neck?” “Hmm?” “Is that a hickey, Y/N?” Turning your head in confusion, you rolled your eyes at him. “Probably something you did last night, babe.” Grayson shook his head. “I didn’t, this time. What happened during that privat dance? I told you not to make out with any of your costumers!” You shot him a glance that could kill – if Grayson wasn’t already used to your stubborn head. “Thank you for calling them ‘costumers’ as if I was some slut fucking for payment. I dance, Grayson. I don’t even strip that often, remember? You should, because you’re always there when I’m on stage. That private dance was just me on the pole, I didn’t even give him a lap dance, I don’t know what you’re seeing, but it definitely isn’t a hickey.” Rolling your eyes, you laid your head back again, huffing at his assumptions. Soon enough, Grayson’s finger was tracing your neck, touching the ‘hickey’ – and realizing that it stuck to his fingers. “Ew”, he said, looking at his index finger, causing you to break out in a massive laughter. “That, my dear, is lipstick. My own lipstick, to be exact.”

That night, Grayson ended up showing you who you really belong to – him, no one else.

That night, you stopped dancing for clienté, leaving Grayson to be the only one to enjoy your hips swinging to slow music.

That night, you fell in love with Grayson, because you realized he actually cared for you.

Smiling, you looked down at your intertwined fingers, gently squeezing Grayson’s hand as the two of you walked towards the empty beach, large cones with ice cream in your hands. “I’m glad this part of town is mine, I wouldn’t know what to do without Marco’s ice cream”, Grayson confesses while happily licking at his lemon ice cream. You nod, stuffing your face with the mixture of hazelnut and melon you chose, leaving Grayson cringing. “I don’t get your taste.” “I can never eat just milk ice cream, but just fruity ice cream is boring either. So, the only logical thing to do is just pick one of each”, you shrug as you bite into your cone. “Never liked that though”, you hand him the waffle as soon as every drop of ice cream was in your mouth. Grayson takes it, basically eating it in one piece, speaking as he was still chewing. “How can someone not like the waffle?” You shrugged, nudging his side and you started to run down the street, enjoying the wind in your hair, laughing as Grayson started to sprint towards you, trying to run faster than him. “I don’t need a girl that’s fitter than I am, Y/N!”, he laughs as he finally catches you, pulling you closer to him and pressing a soft peck onto your nose. Then, he wraps one of his arms around you, hugging you from the side while walking towards the soft breeze of Venice Beach. “Haven’t been here since… you know”, you whispered as you slowed down, terrified and anxious about your feelings. Were you ready to get confronted with that? “It took me a while to come back too. But I want to show you something. Jalen once told me how he imagined some nice guy taking you here, walking with you on the beach, enjoying the comfortable silence. Are you okay with me being that nice guy tonight? Fuck it, not just tonight. Always.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, allowing you to just nod. “Just… don’t leave me there, be by my side, okay? I don’t think I could handle it all by myself.” Grayson’s eyes got soft immediately, his fingers playing with the braids that fell over your shoulder. “You’ll never be alone again, Y/N. I promise you that.” Then, he guided you towards the water, lacing your fingers with his and pulling you closer to his side. Soft rustling noises were heard from the ocean, even some seagulls were still flying around, chirping above your heads. “Should we sit down here?”, Grayson quietly interrupts your thoughts, pointing to a clean spot in the sand. Once you nodded, he pulled you in between his legs, sitting down with you against his chest. “I’ve never done that with a girl, romantic stuff.” “Really? Not even in high school?” “No. It is difficult to date when your brother is always the one who gets the girls. I was always their second choice whenever Ethan didn’t want them. So, I preferred staying single instead of being just the Ethan lookalike. But let’s not talk about that, let’s make it to a moment you will ever remember and a night that you will never forget.”

And well, you did.

Grayson pulled you towards the water, the two of you only in underwear, deciding to go for a midnight swim. “Gray, please tell me nobody will see us”, you asked in worry, but Grayson just shook his head. “I promise you, baby. No one comes ever to this part of the beach, it’s el diablo territory – and I told my guys that we would be here tonight. But if you don’t want to…” “No! I want it, but… not in my underwear”, you grinned at him while slowly unclasping your bra, letting it fall onto the ground where all your other clothes were neatly folded, your slip soon following. “C’mon, baby.” You ran into the cold water, yelping at the feeling, but laughing as soon as you realized you were back in your element, letting yourself fall under the surface. Grayson laughed, enjoying your carefree side – and the view – before he stepped out of his boxers and ran towards you, embracing your naked body with his own, warming you up and engulfing you in comfort. Your skin was glistering from all those water droplets reflecting the moonlight, you were stunning, like Selene herself. Grayson’s personal goddess of the moon, of the night – and of his life.

Grayson on the other hand looked like a mixture of Hades and Nyx – if she was a man -, fitting perfectly into the night, shining under the starry sky. His broad shoulders broke the soft waves on the water surface, his strong arms holding you up against him. “You’re so beautiful, angel”, he whispered as he admired your simple beauty. You smiled at him, tracing his tattoos with your fingertips. “You’re a piece of art. I love every single one of your tattoos”, you hum. “I… love you.” There you said it, looking at Grayson with wide eyes, just like a shy deer, scared of his reaction. Grayson’s face softens immediately, mouth hanging open before it cracks into a smile, pressing soft little kisses around your mouth. “I love you too, angel. I never thought I’d say that, but I love you. I love you. I love you.” His hands were everywhere, showing how much he loved every part of you, starting from your face down to your neck, your arms, your fingertips, going back up again to caress the curves of your breasts, your hips and your butt before he grabs your legs to wrap around his waist.

The kiss was broken by now, but the electricity between them was still tingling, as if little sparks would light up on their naked skin that would touch from time to time. They almost ate each other with their gazes, looking at the opponents still-clad body in the pale moonlight until their lips met with greed. To be honest, it must have looked like cannibalism to any one other than themselves. The smacking sounds and groans echoing through the entire room.

It didn’t take either of them by surprise that soon enough their shirts and pants flew off and around the room. Grayson almost ripped Y/N’s leggings in half in order to get them off her body. He muttered a reverent  “Wow” while scanning her body, trying to memorize every little detail: the freckles that were splattered over her arms, neck and face, a few birth marks on her stomach, some scars and even little tattoos that were placed around her pale skin that seemed to reflect the moonlight that was shining through the opened patio door. Her body was like a map that Grayson still had to learn, to memorize little details and spots to find his way on it. But it was a map that he definitely wanted to get to know and reveal to himself.

Y/N on the other hand already knew how ripped and big Grayson was since he walked around shirtless every night, sleeping in only his boxers and not caring about his mostly permanent bulge in his sport shorts. Little did she know how soft his skin was. Her black fingernails tracing some of his veins along his arms, making Grayson shudder under her touch. As soon as his pants were gone, Y/N took her time to study his tattooed thighs. Licking her lips at the thought of herself on top of them, rubbing her clit against the hairy thickness. His biceps were more prominent now that he was holding himself up over her tiny figure and once their eyes locked, both of them were hypnotized. The moon being the only light source made everything even more magical, the alcohol obfuscated their senses, the lust ruling over their bodies.

Of course, it was mostly hate that Y/N felt towards Grayson, but only because she fell for him a long time ago. She hated him for loving her mother. She was jealous, she knew that. Every night she used to either cry or vomit to the sounds they made in the bedroom, hearing them fuck was worse than hearing them whispering sweet promises to each other. Sometimes she even ignored the sounds her mom made and just concentrated on Grayson’s low moans while touching herself, feeling naughty and ashamed while doing so.

Neither of them thought that this situation would ever be happening – but neither of them wanted to stop it, both quietly thanking the alcohol for offering them this opportunity.

Grayson’s blood was boiling, both of their breaths were faltering while their glances were still locked. Suddenly, as if it was a planned move, both of their desires were taking over them while their lips met once again, Y/N’s fingernails marking Grayson’s back to prevent him from breaking the kiss once more, which shouldn’t have happened this night at all.

The situation became heated quickly again, so Y/N took her chance to change their roles. She climbed on top of Grayson and started to prep his entire neck with a mixture of sweet little kisses, soft nibbles and even some bites here and there – Grayson didn’t mind at all. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, and his mind was going absolutely crazy. One of his hands found their way into the messy hair of her affair – which was exactly what she was. An affair. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew he was about to cheat on his girlfriend that he somehow still loved, kind of. He should love her. Even though he felt guilty, he couldn’t deny how Y/N’s lips felt on his neck, how incomparable and satisfying it was to have her on top of him. Her teeth were now working on his chest, even biting slightly into his nipple. “Fuck.”

Grayson couldn’t control himself anymore, pushing Y/N off his body and howling over her, holding her upper arm in a tight grip while growling at her to show who’s in charge, grinning at the challenging look on her face. And then she did it – she growled back at him, causing his neck hair to erect, leaving goosebumps all over his body. Soon enough, Grayson’s hand was wrapped around her neck, his thumb pressing against her chin to lift it up, just to capture her lips once more. Their tongues fighting over dominance while Y/N chokes him as well, her tiny hand not even fitting halfway around his thick throat. Spit was dribbling down their chins, loud smacking sounds were heard, but as soon as Y/N was about to touch his bulge, Grayson jumps in desperation, rushing through the living room. “FUCK!”

His hands were running through his messy hair, almost running in circles while looking over to an almost naked Y/N. “Fuck, are you fucking serious? I’m with your mother! Fuck, what if Luna…”, Grayson quickly collected all of his clothes and ran into the bathroom, trying to cool himself down with a cold shower, sobering up through the fear of anyone realizing what he just did. The alcohol must be out of his system because his mind was crystal clear at this moment. His thoughts were wandering to Luna while he tried to scrub everything he just did off his body. Would Y/N dare to tell her mother? Would Grayson himself tell her? Y/N. He didn’t even think about her, what did she feel during all of this? “I couldn’t care less” was all he said to calm himself down, not caring about broken teenage hearts. He throws his head back into the waterjet as he breathed in deeply – and swallowed a bunch of water. Karma just got him.

It felt like hours – even the mirrors were misted by the steam – when Grayson stepped out of the shower, drying himself off quickly before grabbing the towel around his hips and walking into his bedroom to quickly change into boxer shorts and a shirt, just to make sure Y/N wouldn’t see anything if she decided to look for him. He was frustrated because one, he was horny as fuck, and two, he felt guilty, but not because of Luna. He felt guilty because he enjoyed her daughter more than her boring ass self.

Luna didn’t come back home from work in the early mornings, which led to the awkward situation of Grayson and Y/N meeting at the breakfast table, not knowing what to say at all. Just like Grayson, Y/N seemed to be waiting to go downstairs, just to prevent the position they both were in right now. The older man started the coffee machine, filling his cup with the burning liquid before spreading some avocado on a piece of toasted bread. The cautious girl just grabbed a banana while sitting down onto the kitchen counter, carefully watching Grayson while drinking a cup of water. He didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder, not caring to watch her at all. That’s what he thought at least. He quickly put his used knife in the dish washer before sitting down at the dining table while scrolling through his phone, texting with Ethan and even looking around Instagram.

Y/N, who wasn’t wearing anything besides a sports bra and some booty shorts due to the fact that she just came back from a run, was sitting in his field of vision, eating her banana while being focused way too hard on the giant sitting across from her. She decided to quickly hop off the counter just to sit at the table as well. She copied his actions by grabbing her phone, sending some snaps to her friends while slowly sliding her foot upwards his leg, burying it into his crotch area. Grayson gasped quietly, but doesn’t show off any arousal while finishing his toast. Just in this moment, Luna walked into the kitchen, smiling widely and pressing a kiss on each of their foreheads. “Good morning, family.”

“He’s not family.” Y/N’s toes were wiggling around his bulge, earning an angry look from Grayson. Luna ignored her, taking a sip from Grayson’s mug before sitting down next to her daughter.

“So, what did you two do last night?” She smiles at Y/N, but it fades into a frown as soon as she sees all the love bites and scratches around her neck. “Well, doesn’t seem like I have to ask you about your night. We don’t have to repeat the talk, do we? Please tell me you know how protection works, hun.” Y/N shakes her head while smirking at Grayson. Luna seemed to be confused, then started laughing hysterically. “Oh babe, when I meant you should talk with her, I for sure didn’t mean that kind of conversation. But, well, thank you for trying.” Then she went straight to bed, trying to get the rest that she missed the past days due to her many jobs.

If looks could kill, Y/N would already be dead, twisting and turning around in her grave. Grayson was fuming. “Are you fucking serious?” She just nodded, smiling like the angel she for sure isn’t.

“Yeah, I don’t have anything to loose, neither you nor her. So, will you tell her that you made out with her little, drunk, innocent girl? Or shall I tell her that you came home blackout drunk and forced me to kiss you?” Y/N’s smirk grew wider and wider while the crease in between Grayson’s eyebrow became deeper with every word she said.

“Neither! You keep your mouth shut, I keep mine shut, that’s it. And, even if you tell her, what would you think could happen? Angel, do you really think your mother would believe you? She even wants to send you to a Boarding School because of your behavior. Sorry, there’s nothing do to for you.”

Grayson leaves the kitchen with one last shrug to lay down in the living room. But who would’ve thought – Y/N followed him. And then she did the unbelievable, placing her small figure onto his thick thighs, getting comfy in his lap while frowning. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t want you to be mad at me,” her fingers started to trace his tense chest muscles over his shirt. “You can punish me, if you want to.” Her lips came in contact with his ear lobe while Grayson tried not to moan out loud. “Or you’re just fucking me right here and there, Daddy.” Her words were nothing more than a breath of air, but Grayson understood. Damn right he did. He growls loudly, not able to stop the sound coming straight from his chest, before pushing her off his lap and grabbing after the television remote. But Y/N doesn’t begrudge him the rest.

“Daddy, don’t ignore me. Please, Daddy. Damn, do I have to touch myself or will you just do it?” The whining sound of Y/N’s voice, her grabby hands and her fucking short outfit drove Grayson crazy – and brought him in a special mood. He glances at his watch, realizing that Luna would be asleep the next 6 hours. Without waking up.

“Crawl back onto my lap, kitten. One more sound and I’ll double the amount, understood?” He watches Y/N emotionless, trying to hide his smirk as soon as he made contact with her now shy eyes. She nods – curious but also nervous – before climbing back onto his thighs, laying down on her stomach and trying to get comfortable. Grayson didn’t even wait for her to lay correctly before bringing his hand back down onto her exposed ass cheeks, slapping it quite hard, wanting her to know who the boss in this situation was. Y/N didn’t mind. She grinned, waiting for what would happen next.

At the beginning, Grayson felt kind of weird to actually spank her, but as soon as he sees her ass bounce and wiggle in front of him, seeing her squirm under his touch and moan against her own arm, he started to get really into it – he pushed her shorts even higher to expose her entire ass for him. Her cheeks were already stained by his enormous hand prints, red and swollen, but Grayson didn’t stop. Y/N started to mewl, making Grayson’s dick twist inside his boxers. He softly brushed his fingers through her hair, whispering a soft “Ssh” before slapping her once more. She wanted punishment, so she got it. „That was the last one.“ „Fuck“, was all that Y/N could say, surprised by the amount of pain, but still smirking. “But I liked it, to be honest.”

Grayson just rolled his eyes while pushing Y/N off himself once more.  “That was enough for now, huh?” Then he grabbed the remote and did what he wanted all the time: relax.

He woke up with an aching pain inside his pants that made him moan in frustration. Without even opening his eyes, he laid back into a more comfortable position, his head on the couch rest. Then he realized where he was – still on the couch, not with Luna in their bed. It couldn’t be Luna that surprised him. Now he was fully awake, opening his eyes quickly. “You can’t just get enough, huh?” His voice was still raspy and causes Y/N to shudder. Her lips were currently placing sweet little kisses around his belly button while softly palming his now throbbing dick through his shorts. He just grinned, watching the girl in front of him but not caring to touch her at all. He wanted to know how far she’d go – and how desperate she was. “Daddy, please. You started something that we need to finish now..” That filthy little thing really got turned on while Grayson was slapping the living hell out of her. He laughed in disbelief, grabbing her cheeks between one of his hands.

“You really think you could wake me up, disturb my fucking sleep, just because you’re horny?” He shakes his head, looking at Y/N in disguise. “Just because of that, I should spank you once more. And just to clarify it: you’re only allowed to come when you’re told, alright?” Y/N just nods, not breaking the intense eye contact. “Use your words, little one. That’s why you were born with a tongue.”

“Yeah, I understood…” “I think you forgot something”, he raised an eyebrow while pinching one of her perky nipples, making Y/N moan directly. “Yes, Daddy.”

Grayson nods in agreement and grabs Y/N’s head once more. “I’m too tired to punish you, you’re lucky. But you started something”, he turned her head into the direction of his full erect cock, “that you need to finish now. You should be thankful that you’re allowed to suck Daddy’s cock that early, huh?” Grayson quickly removes his shorts, his dick slapping against his toned stomach, before pressing the younger girl directly onto it, burying his aching shaft inside her throat, amused by the gagging sounds she made.

Well, seems like Grayson had lots of fun last night. But Y/N didn’t care. Really. She didn’t. At least that’s what she was thinking. Because she had lots of fun too. With Jairus. And Luke. Oh, Luke. The man with those pretty blue eyes. The man that made her feel so special while she was on top of him, even though she usually went for younger, more devote boys. She actually quite enjoyed Luke taking the lead in this part of their ‘relationship’.

After all, she steps under the shower, her mood swings confusing her, but she knew they were caused by the drugs she took every so often. But right now, she didn’t care about Grayson fucking some random girl because she did the same. At least this girl was just the second one he brought home this year – and it was almost October. Halloween was coming closer and closer and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at all the memories she shared with the twins. They loved Halloween just as much as they loved to be high in some shitty nightclub. But the last memory they had together was Halloween two years ago, where they first took some drugs together before heading over to their local cinema, watching some trashy horror movie – which bored the shit out of her. Blood and death were some of her daily thoughts, why watch this to get scared? It was her life by now.

We waged our war but failed to find our hope. We made our world but lost our way back home.

Freshly showered and now better smelling than before, Y/N steps out of the bathroom just covered by one of their huge, fluffy towels. Hiding a yawn, she walks past Grayson’s room and gets repaid by some more pictures from last night. Grayson’s closed door, a muffled moan. Her own hand, opening his door and asking him to join her because she slept bad.

Confused, she shakes her head while walking back into her own room to put on some fresh clothes. Then she decides it was the right time to head outside, stepping barefoot onto their patio to smoke her first cigarette of the day. Menthol, of course, because that’s what she did when she took some chemical drugs the day before. It was her ritual.

Lost in her own thoughts, she flicks off the burnt ash and keeps the deadly smoke longer than necessary in her lungs before releasing it with a desperate scream. Holding up her face to the sky, she closes her tired eyes.

We will fight through the storm or stay forever more, the prisoners of war. Am I the prisoner?

I sold my soul and traded my wings for glory – but when I close my eyes, I hear the angels sing to me.

She quickly finishes her cigarette just to stand up and walk to their outdoor bar, grabbing some Hennessey – not caring about a cup – and opening it to take a huge gulp. Some people get rid of their anger by doing sports, probably kick boxing or running, but Y/N just preferred to either drink or smoke marijuana to calm down – or both. Just starting a day like she deserved it. Well, what was this nice saying about? One should not honor the morning before breakfast.

We live to exist, but are we alive? We can’t run away, how will we survive? I’m losing my grip; I can’t wait to die.

Y/N ignores the patio door that slowly slides open as Grayson sits down next to her, but as soon as he tries to grab her holy grail out of her hand, she starts speaking. “Build your own, dude”, she grumbles while closing her eyes once more as she inhaled the sweet drug.

“I don’t want to smoke right now, I want you to tell me about last night. Don’t you want to get rid of something?”, Grayson raises an eyebrow as Y/N opens her eyes in confusion to look at him suspiciously. “What do you mean? I mean, it was a fucking amazing trip last night, but I don’t know what you’re talking about? And well, whatever it is: I don’t care.” She closes her eyes again, letting the soft waves of her high flood through her body, signaling him to leave her alone.

Grayson snorts in amusement. “Then you don’t care that I kissed you last night? Oh, okay. I thought it meant so much to you, Y/N.” He taunts her, wants to get on her nerves – and he succeeds. She raises quickly, ignoring the glass bottle that breaks in front of her feet, playing the joint between her lips to keep her hands free. Of course, Grayson knows what was about to come now, knowing anything about her tantrums that she usually lets out on him. Soon enough, her fist meets his jaw, quickly followed by the other one. Hitting him over and over again, Grayson didn’t move an inch, letting her scream at him, letting her hit him. He didn’t even grimaces as her legs started to shake, holding her as she collapses right into his arms. Still remaining the best friend he once was to her, he carries her into her bedroom, knowing that her legs wouldn’t be strong enough to have her walking on them right now. Not caring about the tears running down her cheeks, he softly places her onto the bed and pulls the covers over her – much to her dislike. “I hate you, Grayson.”

Grayson chuckles in amusement before looking at her, making Y/N snort. Was she his personal jester now? “If you remembered last night, you’d know that’s not true.” With that, he leaves her alone in her personal darkness once again.

I am a ghost, but only a few remember – will you remember me?

Y/N got woken up by a terrible headache, causing her to stand up with a groan. A look on her phone shows her that it’s almost midnight, her sleep patterns were out of control anyways, so she decides to sneak into the kitchen for a glass of water to calm down her dry throat. Soon enough, a sleepy Grayson follows her, probably woken up by the sound of running water. She looks at him in all peace, trying to find anything that may reminds her of last night, but the only thing she realizes is a cut on Grayson’s left arm. Not even a second later, she stands in front of him, holding his freshly wounded arm in her hands. “What the fuck did you do? How the hell did you come up with the idea to hurt yourself, Grayson? And don’t tell me it was an accident – I was the one who made up that excuse.”

Her fingers softly trace the outlines of the cut, feeling her heart clench as Grayson just shrugs his shoulders. “I wanted to know how you’re feeling. And to be honest, I can’t understand why you’re doing it, it doesn’t feel that great.” His eyes pierce her in that unpleasant way that only he masters.

“Well, then be glad that you don’t have to. It’s my thing, after all.”

How does it feel to be what you’ve become? What you said you’d never be?

When she wakes up the second time that night, it is simply because someone was pulling her blanket from her, causing her to shiver. Grayson. Next to her. In unknown territory. One look over to the other side shows her that they were in his bed – and she was unable to move, her legs being embraced by his much stronger ones. This should make her happy, right? She’s supposed to feel all those butterflies flying around. Poor depressive girl finally lying in bed with her big love, cuddling and hugging.

Yeah, no. The only thing she was truly feeling was the taste of vomit in her mouth. She tries to get up on her elbows without waking the sleeping beauty next to her while looking at his alarm clock. 6:17 AM. A strong hand was pressing her back into the soft pillow. “Sleep”, Grayson pulls her tight against his naked chest, resting his head on hers while rubbing her stomach to calm her heavy breathing down. Well, sleeping definitely wasn’t on her schedule anymore. His sudden touch and the heat coming from his body making her claustrophobic, but at the same time, she’s feeling some kind of feeling that she had never felt before. Security? Well-being? She doesn’t know what it meant and was unsure if she liked it, but she’s cuddling deeper into her best friend, trying to sleep again. A wave of anxiety washes over her again, causing her to shift around for a few minutes before Grayson hums into her ear, singing quietly to the melody he just created.

Y/N looks down to her tangled bodies, she was just so pale while Grayson had the typical LA tan going on, she was soft while he was muscular in the right places. Their skin tones mix in the milky moonlight that shines through the half closed windows. Then, she looks at his face. Peaceful. Flawless. His hands that were suddenly intertwined with hers, the tattoos that covered some of his fingers. Even if she tried, she couldn’t hide that smile that was going on in her face while looking out of the window.

The sun shows your body, the moon shows your soul.

If anyone would’ve told Y/N the past couple weeks that she’d watch Dragonball on the couch, Grayson next to her and her legs in his lap, she would’ve for sure had a breakdown from all the laughter. But, well, this is exactly what is going on right now. They are watching Dragonball Super, drinking some of their favorite alcohol while talking about anything that kept them busy the last months. Without screaming at each other. Without harmful words. Just like they used to talk last year. Y/N was so concentrated on the screen that she didn’t realize how close Grayson was sitting by now – not that she didn’t care about that, but Goku just turned into a super saiyan god blue and damn, he looked bomb. By now, Grayson was almost sitting on Y/N’s lap, making her grin. “If you want to sit on here, just tell me instead of trying it without me knowing.” She waits for his reaction but didn’t really think of what could happen. Grayson climbs onto her lap, sitting there with spread legs while looking down at her in amusement. Shaking her head disbelief, Y/N keeps on watching the remake of her favorite show, but Grayson must’ve had other plans. He pouts at her with an accusing look on his face. “Buuuubbblllleeeessss, I’m bored. We can watch this episode later. Play with me.”

His eyes pierce her lustfully, something must’ve happened, but Y/N didn’t know what it was. “Okay, what happened that night? You’re affectionate as fuck, Gray. You’re touchy and now you’re sitting on my lap? Seems like I’m having a big hole in my memory, so would you like to finally tell me what’s going on?” She pushes him off her lap to go and grab a cigarette because all Grayson did was go on her nerves, driving her crazy but he’s still everything she desires.

Once she kind of calmed down, she heads back into their living room, trying to talk to Grayson – but he was gone. “Gray? Where are you? Dude”, she groans in frustration, not wanting to play hide and seek to get her answers. Without even thinking about it, she enters the room she expects him in, which of course was his own one. But once she saw how he was laying on his bed, wearing nothing but his tight boxer shorts (which weren’t hiding anything) and next to him a fucking pair of handcuffs.

“Okay, quit playing games. What’s going on? Start to fucking tell me what all of this is supposed to be – and put these damned cuffs away, otherwise I’m gonna use them right now!”

Grayson looks her with his puppy eyes, trying to act all innocent and lovely, but Y/N wasn’t having it today. He sighs before opening his mouth. “That night… you told me how you’d love to fuck me, showed me how you’d touch me and you let me kiss you. I was ready to let you fuck me, Bubbles, so fucking ready. But you kind of snapped, told me to fuck off, pushed me away like you always do lately”, another sigh leaves his lips, this time it even hit her in the heart. “You said I was just playing with you, making a game out of this situation. You said… You said you’d kill yourself because of me one day. Bubbles… Don’t say things like that, okay? You won’t die! I won’t let you die! And then… Well, I cut myself, I wanted to understand how you’re feeling while doing so. To be honest, I can’t. Well, I laid you down and let you sleep after you literally tried to kick me down, I don’t know what drugs you took, okay? But I went… out, afterwards, in some club where I met this guy that wanted to sell me drugs – but you know how I am, I don’t like doing anything but weed, so I said no. But then, he came up with another offer…”

Club, drugs, sex? Something rang a bell in Y/N’s head, making her frown in disbelief. “Don’t tell me his name was Jairus, please, Gray.” “It was!  Blonde guy with nose ring, pretty hot, actually. We kissed and made out for a bit.” Fuck. “What was his offer? Did you fuck him? Did you let him fuck you?” Grayson gasps, shaking his head. “What? No! Bubbles, the only person I’d love to fuck right now is you. I can’t tell if I’m in love with you, if I’m able to start a real relationship, but I want to try. I want to do it your way, Y/N, show me how you like to do things. Maybe it’ll help you build a daily schedule again. Ugh, I suck at that entire feeling thing, y’know. Don’t make me plan out everything, let thinks happen, okay? I know what I want for now. I want to fuck you, I want to cuddle. I want you to be able to talk about your problems with me. I want to be there for you. I don’t want you to cut again or fall back into doing drugs. Let me be your drug, Bubbles.”

His insecurity turns Y/N on so much, her dominant side showing even more once he keeps on talking. He wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t the most experienced either, probably just some nice and loving fucks here and there. “Don’t expect vanilla sex from me, Gray. I don’t like to be nice or loving, I just want to fuck, I want you to feel pain, I want to feel pain.” If he wants her, then he must accept her kinks, all of them. “I’m the dominating one, Gray. Sometimes, I like to switch it up, but most of the time I like to be the one in charge. You need to accept that, okay? If not, we can… cuddle, I guess. You can put those away, we won’t need them just now”, she points to the handcuffs. “Are you sure you want that?”

Grayson thinks about it for quite some time, but Y/N didn’t mind that at all, she want’s him to be hundred percent sure about that. “You need to accept my body the way it is, not asking if new wounds appear. Don’t make me eat if I’m not hungry, don’t try to get rid of my drugs. If I want them, I take them. You want to make this happen? Then do it slowly, change things from time to time. I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship, I haven’t been in one for years, I usually just to one-night stands. I don’t want to hurt you, Gray.“

His beautiful eyes look at her while he nods slowly. “I agree.”

You could never believe how long she’s been waiting for this special moment: Grayson laying underneath her, ready to do whatever she wants from him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring each other’s mouth while brushing against the other’s. Her hands were thirsty to feel Grayson’s skin, to finally grab onto his biceps, to be able to claw into his chest once she’ll be sliding down onto his length.

Y/N pulls back for a quick second, just to look at him, to soak him up with her eyes. Grayson notices, turning his head to the side and covers his face with one arm, feeling visibly uncomfortable. “Hey, put your arm away, you don’t need to be ashamed, Gray. We know each other, remember?” Soft, but determining, she tugs his arm aside, catching his gaze with hers. “We don’t to anything forbidden, okay? We can stop at any time, you need to trust me, Bub.” A nod in turn, but before he can answer, their lips were smashed against each other’s again. Her chewed fingernails are scratching his chest, toying the area around his nipples, pinching playfully into them. He squirms in pleasure, right where she wants him. Again, their kiss dissolves so she could sit on his pelvis.

She starts by brushing through his hair, pulling on it easily. Running her fingertips over his facial contours, gently touching his lips before placing a sweet little kiss on them. Then, she dedicates her time to his shoulders and his chest, touching every inch of skin while keeping her eyes on his face. Sliding down a little to stroke his hip, his legs and decorating his inner thighs with kisses, playfully nibbling on the soft skin. Then, she works her way back up, from the hip to the neck where she traces his main artery with her tongue, biting into his larynx and enjoying the whimpers that leave his mouth throughout the entire process. He was ready for her, yet she didn’t even start doing anything but admiring his body.

Taking most of her time on his tattoos, she traces every line with her tongue as his hands dig into her hair, pulling on it, eliciting her a soft moan. She wants to make him suffer, in a good way, for sure. Not taking her eyes off him as she works her way back down to the waistband of his boxer shorts, she caresses the slightly hairy skin with her tongue before dipping down the fabric to kiss the sensitive skin above his cock. His body twitches, he gasps, then groans. He tries to hold her stare, but lowers his eyes in shame, turning his head to the side again while blushing. Y/N rolls her eyes again, they’d for sure need to work on that later on.  

His boxer short lies on the floor a short while later while Y/N already rests between his legs, a considerable penis in front of her face. Her fingernails scratch lightly over his inner thighs as she begins to kitten lick over the bottom of his hardness. He does not hold back, beginning to moan unrestrained. It almost seemed like he didn’t have – good -  sex in a while if he's already like this, a moaning mess under her touch. Shortly thereafter, she lets his complete length disappear in her mouth, where he starts to almost tear all the hair from her head from tugging on it. As if he has never gotten a blowjob. Y/N continues what she started, as he signals that he will come any time soon.

Surely, he was only in bed with women who would have stopped sucking his cock because they were disgusted by the idea of swallowing his load. Thinking that you could get pregnant from blowjobs, sure. But, if Y/N starts sucking someone off, she does it right, bobbing her head in a wild pace while literally choking on his dick, not stopping before she feels his load shooting into her throat. A few seconds later, he ejaculates with a loud moan, whereupon she swallows like the nice girl she is.

Then, she lies down beside him, grinning cheekily. "And?" He seems to be out of breath, gets barely a word out and looks at her incredulously. "How can you ... I mean, sure it was cool, but ... That's weird. And should I now ..? " Cute. "It would be nice, but if you do not want to, we can wait." Y/N acts all easy, but she was longing for release herself, not wanting to use her vibrator this night, instead getting a nice preview from what wonders his tongue could work.  

“Don’t worry, I got you”, he winks at her with a sudden boost of self-confidence, finally being able to at least give her a glance of his dominant side. “Lay down, Bubbles.” His digits come on contact with her still clothed pussy, rubbing her through the lacey material that was already soaked with her wetness. Giving her a soft slap on her abdomen, Y/N lifts her lips to let him remove her thong, gasping at the view in front of him. “Such a pretty pussy.” She pushes her thighs further apart, giving him the best view of her core, juices dribbling down her folds, ready for him to drink up. “Fuck, stay like that, babe”, he purrs while collecting your wetness with his long index finger.

She was spread wide for him, looking like a five star meal and he was starving, thirsty like a passenger roaming the Sahara. But once his flattened tongue met her core, Grayson knew he couldn’t get enough for the rest of his life. He knows what he is doing, that is for sure – but Y/N couldn’t care less about being jealous right now. Gray plays with her folds, kissing and devouring them before biting into her clit, making her jump with a loud moan. Smirking against her core, he adds first one, then two fingers inside her, stretching her tight pussy so good, so satisfying that she was moaning once more. Without stopping his finger movements, he keeps on lapping at her clit, literally shoving his nose inside her folds as well. His free hand comes up to pinch her hard nipples, making her body even more of a mess, not being able to keep still for a second.

He furrows his eyebrows, looking up at her. “Bubbles, I can’t eat when you’re moving.” Then, he’s back in between her legs again, eager to make her cum onto his fingers. She’s clutching into his hair, moving against his face and fingers, smearing his face with her wetness, but Grayson could care less. You were dripping by now, your juices already running down Grayson’s chin as if he just spilled a cup of water over his face, but he was so turned on by it. This side alone brought Y/N even closer to her orgasm, stuttering his name and quiet ‘fuck’s and she doesn’t have much more time before her orgasm washes over her, releasing with a loud scream.

“You don’t have to be, Y/N. Is It because of Dolan? I mean, you broke up only a few weeks ago and…”, she didn’t even let him finish, she had to splurt out whatever was on her mind. “Grayson is back. He was laying in my bed, but he didn’t look like Gray. He was so skinny, not a tiny bit of muscles on his body. He looks like he’s rotting alive, he literally smells. Then he was about to kiss me, but I didn’t want to, so I just ran away. Straight into your arms. Wow, I’m such a mess. I mean, what is he thinking of me now? I’m sure he’ll kill me with a heroin needle once I’m sleeping.” Y/N tried to make a joke but neither of them wanted to laugh right now.  Jumping up, she started to walk around, being splashed by a few water drops here and there. “I need to see what he’s doing. Maybe he’s about to kill himself!” She was about to go through the waterfall, but Luke holds her back. “Hey, Y/N, calm down. He won’t do anything. If he’d truly feel that bad, he wouldn’t be back at college, right? But tell me, why did you even break up?” Luke’s warm eyes watch her carefully, while she sits down again, ready to tell him their entire story.

Once she was back in her room, still in her wet clothes, she found Grayson still laying on her bed. This time, he had her drawing in his hands. “You’ve got talent, angel. “ Y/N stayed quiet. Grayson kept looking at her, raising a brow once he saw her wet outfit. “Where have you been? Showering with your clothes on?” He checked the time. “For about 4 hours? I waited for you, angel. I’ve got some new stuff to try”, he waves another bag around, filled with lots and lots of tiny silver packages. She’s watched enough movies, she knows what was inside of them. Ripping the bag out of his hands, Y/N watched the content carefully. “What did you turn into, Grayson? You’re not the one you’ve been the last months”, shaking her head, his personal angel just grabs fresh clothes before heading off to take a shower. Just as she wants to open their door, some knocking makes her jump. Luke walks in without waiting for them to call him in. “Hey, Y/N. I thought you’d want to take a shower as well, I mean, there’s seaweed on your clothes”, his wide grin makes Y/N smile before disdainfully looking over to Grayson. “Dolan, you’re back”, Luke says simply. Grayson just cheers his joint is Luke’s direction, then watching me carefully. “You’re hanging out with him? Well, we’ll see what you’re getting from that, angel”, he makes it sound like a threat, but Y/N decided to stray strong, shrugging her shoulders before heading out with Luke once again.

They showered next to each other, Y/N in her bathing suit, Luke in some surf shorts. He had quite a few tattoos around his chest and arms, similar to Grayson’s. “What do they mean?”, she points to the artwork on his chest. It was an ox skull, a snake winding through its empty eyes surrounded by different nature symbols. She felt almost naked next to his inked skin, but he just told her, that not each tattoo has to have a meaning. “I’m getting one tomorrow”, she blurts before quickly stepping out of the meanwhile cold shower.

 Grayson stayed in their room, thinking about anything that has happened the past three weeks.

    He woke up with a bright migraine and dry mouth, looking around for his favorite girl. Calling her name, he tried to get up but failed. Damn. His angel stands in front of the door, her hair was messy and she had dark bags under her eyes. She was alone. “Gray, you awake?”, her voice was calm, but he knew she was nervous. “Mh, yeah. Fuck, my head is about to explode. Where’s everyone? Wait, did I fall asleep during the party? Fuck”, his hands automatically hold his hurting head, trying to reduce the pain. “Well, that comes from swallowing all those pills. I thought you were clean and stopped doing hard drugs? Why are you lying to me? Grayson, answer me!”

Why did she know all of this? What happened after he fell asleep? He tried to catch her reaction, but Grayson already knew she was pissed as fuck. “You know what, Grayson? I’m leaving, do whatever you want. It was a mistake meeting you. You’re destroying me. I took part in an orgy last night! I’m heading back, see you after holidays, if you didn’t die by then!” With that, he just watched her going. He let her go. Let her leave his broken life. He kept lying in this bed, not caring about the loneliness. He was just about to drift away, still too many drugs in his blood system to let him actually feel anything.

He stayed in this house the next few days, surrounded by all those people that made him the person he was. His routine kept the same: waking up, taking a trip, sitting on the couch, drink coffee, taking a trip, smoking a joint, Ritalin, Speed, sex, robbing people on the street, then sleep.

He even tried crack once, meaning he couldn’t say he disliked something he hadn’t tried. “Dolan, where’s your princess? The night I spent with her was so fucking good, damn, you’re so lucky”, Liv lolls around the couch, swiping some blood from her nose. “What do you mean”, Grayson scans her emaciated body that looked similar to his. There wasn’t time to eat, they had to spend their money on other things, medicaments got more expensive the longer you had to take them. “She licked my pussy so good, but I think I don’t have to tell you about her tongue skills”, her mascara-smudged eyes winked in Grayson’s direction, while she pops herself onto Toni’s lap. “Hoe”, he hasn’t had any other thing to say, but calling her a hoe wasn’t even an insult. She sells her body for Heroin on a daily basis. Groaning, he stands up and motions her to follow him. “C’mon.” She laughed, but still following him into the bedroom, letting him fuck her with all the angriness left in his body.

He tries not to watch while Liv was heating up a spoon with a lighter. A toxic smell was tingling in Grayson’s nose which made him give in and stares at her movements. He watches over her shoulder as she ties a scarf around her arm and prepares her shot. Then she finally injected the needle into the back of her hand, pulls some of her blood in it before shooting the entire load into her fragile body. Her pupils turn into pins in matter of seconds, a silent smile was placed on her chapped lips while she leaned back against his chest. Grayson’s head was on top of hers while realizing how jealous he was about her high. “Share.”

Liv couldn’t hold her laughter back. “You sure, Gray? You don’t want that. Sure, it’s nice. It makes you feel so free and on top of the world, but not for too long. Besides that, you know Heroin will kill you”, she rolls her eyes, “I don’t even have any left. Keep on taking your trips, some coke or crack, but nothing more. You have a life left, Gray. Take it.” She glances at the floor, trying to hold back the tears. “You’re not as broken as we are. Don’t you remember your fucking brother, Grayson? What has happened to him? I can’t understand how you’re still on this stuff after reliving his death over and over again. Ethan wouldn’t want that, y’know? But as soon as your angel left you, you’re all over it again. Hello? You’re snorting coke like your life depends on it. Your nose bleeds worse than mine. And look at you”, she points to his exposed body, “No single muscle left on you. I could count your rips.”

But Grayson didn’t listen at all, he just stares at the aluminum foil and the white residue on it. “Head back to college, head back to your lessons and head fucking back to Y/N!” Y/N. Angel. Princess. “Y/N can suck my ass, Liv. And don’t think you know anything about her, just because you’ve had one night together.” By now, he couldn’t even understand why he wanted to fuck Liv so bad. Without waiting for her reaction, he grabbed the foil, pushing her off him and snorts the last bit of Heroin. It felt like little electroshocks went through his body. Excitement, joy, happiness. Then darkness. He blacked out and once he woke up, Liv was nowhere to be seen.

He was still naked, laying on the dirty mattress covered in bleach spots. The house was empty, his mind still not clear and his stomach rambling. He quickly puts his shorts back on before running to the bathroom, vomiting until nothing but sour water came out of his mouth. Grayson sits down in front of the toilet, waiting to regain some energy to stand up, to pack his bags and to head back to the university.