smiling so much. It’s been a long time since I’ve let loose and just did something off the wall and crazy. Being with Greyson was exhilarating. Flying to Vegas, getting married, and just doing whatever I wanted felt amazing. Granted, we’re not actually married, but it was fun. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. The pictures are even more epic. By the time we got off the plane, the picture Greyson posted of us at the chapel had already gotten half a million likes. So many congratulations mixed in with some “oh shit” type comments. My brother’s name got mentioned several times. Judging by all of the messages on my phone, I have no doubt most of them are from him.
I lay down on the bed and click on my messages. Yep, most of them are from Bryan. There are several from my mother, saying that she hopes what Greyson and I are doing is a joke. And also, that my father is pissed. Then again, I have a feeling most of that is coming from Bryan. My father knows about the animosity between them. I’ve overheard my dad talk about how amazing Greyson is at golfing when he’s not around Bryan. If Bryan didn’t have an issue with Greyson, I’m pretty sure my dad wouldn’t either.
Taking a deep breath, I open up Bryan’s messages.
Bryan: Seriously, Leah? What the hell are you doing with Jennings? And in Vegas? Don’t do anything you’ll regret!
Bryan: Holy shit! You got married! I’m going to kick his fucking ass. He’s only doing this to fuck with me!
There are plenty more, but they’re all the same. Of course, he’d see it as Greyson trying to use me to get a rise out of him. Yes, Greyson’s done some underhanded things like going to the media with bogus stories to embarrass him. I’m sure my brother was just pissed that he never thought of doing the same thing to Greyson in the first place. Bryan doesn’t know Greyson like I do. The world doesn’t revolve around my brother and it’s time he realizes that.
Once I’m through reading all the text messages, I click on my voicemail. Bryan’s voice is frantic and pissed. “Please, God, Leah what the fuck are you doing with that asshole? He’s only using you to get to me. It’s what he’s been trying to do for years. You can’t trust him.” He huffs and I can hear the anger. “If he hurts you in any way, I’m going to kill him. He’s gone too far this time. Just don’t let him get close to you. You’re too smart for this, Leah. You don’t know what he’s really like, but I do.”
Bryan’s only seen the dickhead side of Greyson. I know how they’ve been toward each other. I’ve seen it firsthand at all the tournaments. Something tells me that no matter what I say about Greyson, my brother won’t believe a word of it. We will just have to agree to disagree on this.
Closing my eyes, I breathe out slow, remembering the way it felt to be with Greyson. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the butterflies in my stomach. I’m twenty-eight-years-old and I can’t recall a time I actually wanted to be with someone like I do with Greyson. All this time, I thought I hated him, when in all honesty, I’m drawn to him. I tried to convince myself otherwise, but the more time I spend with him, the more I crave to feel his touch.
I crave him even now.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I open my eyes and slide off the bed. I know what I want. Grabbing my room key, I take a deep breath and leave, my heart racing out of control. It’s an exhilarating feeling. Instead of taking the elevator, I rush to the stairs and race up the two flights it takes to get to his floor. Have I really thought about what I’m doing? Not in the least. All I know is that it feels right.
When I get to his door, I tap it gently with my finger. It’s late and the last thing I want is to draw attention from the other people on the floor. Knowing my luck, my great aunt is probably next door. By now, my heart is beating faster. Greyson opens the door, wearing only a pair of shorts and showing off his tanned, chiseled chest. The breath hitches in my lungs. His smile makes