Stolen Soulmate (Crowne Point 2)

Cruel.

Kind.

Come on my fucking tongue, Story.

Hopeless and pathetic and needy.

I used to think Gray’s attention was the worst thing to ever happen to me, but I was so wrong. It was like the sun had turned off.

“Your family is starting to wonder about me,” I said when we got back to his room. “What are you going to tell them?”

At the beach, Abigail had stared at me, Theo had stared at me. I felt his mother’s narrow gaze on my back. When Gray had needled Abigail, Abigail had questioned why he wasn’t having me do anything.

I was his servant, after all, right?

Gray popped the buttons on his jeans, exposing a slice of his cut lower abs, the sharp V that hinted at so much more. Again I was blasted with the memory.

That’s it. That’s my girl.

He went into the next room and slammed the door.

“Ass.” I whispered to myself.

Out the window the Mediter

ranean Sea glimmered like topaz in the sun. I wasn’t surprised we were on a private island—as if the Crownes were the kind of people to stay in hotels unless they had to. They’d once bought—as in, purchased—a five-star hotel because they’d booked a last minute trip during the Olympics, and all the rooms were full.

They’d kicked everyone out.

I still remember the press, the way they managed to spin the story and make themselves the victim.

Gray came out of the adjacent room, and it looked like he was going to leave me without another word, but then he froze at the door.

“Do you think I owe you an explanation, Snitch? Do you think I owe you anything?”

Yes.

No.

This was a trap. There was a razor edge to his words I could cut myself on.

“Well,” I swallowed. “My uncle has always taught me to live with dignity, and now I’ve basically said, fuck it, time to be an ignominious slut. So maybe I do. Maybe I feel entitled to something more than silence.”

Grayson spun, blond brows pulled high into his forehead.

Something was happening between us. Was I really the only one who felt it?

“You’re entitled to exactly what I choose to tell you.”

So choose to tell me something! I wanted to yell it.

Scream it.

Make him bleed it.

But I wasn’t going to say that. I wasn’t going to be the only one offering my heart up for sacrifice.

So I steeled my eyes. “Of course not, Mr. Grayson.”