My Bully, My Lover [hiatus]

Part 40

Chloe's POV

David and mom came back from Greece 3 days ago. I joked about bringing me some souvenirs, expecting to have one, turned out I was showered with it.

I was sitting in my little vanity with a pencil and paper in hand, then I remembered that it's only four days away until the day.

"Hey baby," Greyson, he's always here in the house. He practically lives here. "What're you writing?"

He placed his chin over my shoulder to look at it. He snaked his arms around me. "Wow, he's quite handsome."

"I know right?" I grinned, looking at my drawing of him. He always admired my works and I am really flattered.

"Look at you being all artsy and stuff, while I'm being a good and handsome boyfriend to you." He whispered, then started to kiss my ear.

"Also, being a perverted one." I said, placing the final touches before lifting it up, and admired it.

"You love it." He said and pinched my tummy that made me shriek. "Better place that on your Chloe's Beauty."

"I will," I smiled and wrote my initials and the date below. "What a work of art."

"Gosh, I'm blushing." He said and buried his face in my hair.

I laughed and placed it at my little drawer before I put it in a frame.

I stood up, making his arms unwrap around me. "What did your mom say about the moving?"

"Oh," He scratched his head, making a confused face.

"What? She didn't approved?" I asked, feeling hopeless. We discussed about the moving thing and god, Greyson was really serious. He really wanted to move in with me.

We decided to move to Los Angeles by the end of August, so that we can find a college there. My mom didn't agree at first but eventually agreed and said that we need to learn new things. But of course I won't forget to visit her here in Oklahoma.

So you can say, things are turning out pretty good. I am personally excited to move in to Los Angeles and also live with Greyson. I'm excited for what the future awaits for us.

He laughed. That guy, he laughed.

I rolled my eyes and stomped to my bed and plopped down on it. "I'm sorry baby."

"I hate you." I threw a pillow at him. "So she agreed?"

"Yeah," He joined me and pulled me to him. "Also dad. They were pleased to hear that I am actually doing something."

"Oh and how's Neil and Edward? I haven't heard from them for a while now." I asked. Well, it's true. My friends are also notified that I'm gonna be moving in with Greyson at LA and they were excited for us. Though they were a little heartbroken that I'll be away, they supported me to it.

"Well, Neil is alright, we're still talking, though sometimes. And Edward? I don't know about that motherfucker. All I know is that he's here in Oklahoma hiding somewhere." He said and laughed. "I kinda miss them too."

"Well you could call them and hang out." I said.

"Are you making me go?" He teased, raising his eyebrows.

I breathed deeply before saying, "Well, not like that. I mean, you have friends, and you're like here always and maybe you know, they'll get jealous because they might think I'm taking up all your time and such-" He interrupted me with a kiss. He pulled away, smiling fondly.

"What are you blabbering about? They know how much I love you. They wouldn't be jealous." He said, and he got into position. "Perhaps you're right, but I know. Also, are you making me go? It seems like you're fed up that I'm here everyday." He leaned in to me, with his elbows on both sides of my head, supporting him. "Do you not want me here?"

"No! I mean, not like I don't want you here, it's just that- wait, I just told you." I panicked, making him laugh.

"Baby girl, no need to worry about my friends. They understand. I told you, they know how much I love you." He said and kissed my nose.

I crossed my arms and he made a cute face. "If they get mad at me, I'm gonna blame you."

"Wanna bet?" He asked, once again raising his eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and huffed but smiled anyway.

"Now, please, get off. The kitchen is calling me." I said, pushing him off. I started to stand up but he pulled my arm making me fall down over his chest.

"I love what you're wearing." He whispered. I blushed. What's so sexy about a hoodie and sweats?

"I'm totally covered." I said, entwining our hands together.

"I know. I like the fact that you're wearing my clothes." He whispered.

"God, is there a moment you're not horny?" I asked, laughing. He smirked and traced my fingers in our joined hands. "I like your clothes. They're comfy and it smells really good. Smells like you."

"I figured." He smirked and sat up, making me sit up too, our hands still together. "Come on, now. Don't want you getting thin."

I rolled my eyes and wore my slippers. He pulled me in and threw his arm around my waist, exiting my room. I saw David on the veranda, smoking.

"Oh hello, kids. Your mom is waiting downstairs. She made something." He said, smiling.

"Okay, thanks. You're not gonna come down?" I asked.

"Nah, maybe later." He said, turning back and continuing his smoke.

"Alright." I said, confused. Greyson looked at me and I can see the confusion in his face. We proceeded downstairs and saw mom eating quietly.

Greyson let me go and gestured me to go and I approached her. "Hey mom, what'd you made today?"

"Oh, Chloe! I made croissants today." She smiled, but it's fake. I decided to not to talk about it first. "Go on Greyson, take one."

He smiled and approached us. "Come here baby." I gripped her hand and she gripped back. We'll have a talk later.

I sat beside Greyson and ate. Mom stood up, announcing she'll just go upstairs.

I nodded and watched her go upstairs. "I wonder what's wrong." I whispered, Greyson gripped my thigh. I looked down and drowned in my thoughts. Greyson stood up and went to the cupboard and took out the whiskey we drank when mom and David were in Greece.

"I'm pretty sure it's not that big." He said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Hey baby, don't stress it out."

I looked at him and he walked towards me. "I'm just worried."

He sat down and poured more into his glass. "I know you are." He offered me it and I refused. Instead, he drank it but kissed me. He transfered the alcohol to me and my face is burning.

Tongues and teeth were clashing, the alcohol dissolved. When he was done, he breathed and kissed me one last time and leaned back.

My face is fiery red, I know it. I touched my face and he chuckled. "You're so cute."

"Are you drunk already?" I asked. He shook his head. "God, that was so hot."

He smirked, pouring more and drank it. "Don't stress yourself out. Or else I'll do it again."

I smiled and continued eating. "Fine."

"Good girl, and good girls get a reward." He said and gripped my thigh again. I rolled my eyes, making him laugh out loud.