"GRAYSON, I DON'T LIKE REPEATING MYSELF. REJECT ME."
"No." He immediately reacted by letting out a strained breath and turned around.
Alison couldn't help but clench her fists harder. All she wanted to do is punch him, but she also wanted to kiss him. Alison was in such a mess, and the only thing that would make her feel better was if she got rejected. Maybe then she would indeed be happy; then perhaps she would hate him. But Grayson was making this so hard for her. He enjoyed this, didn't he? Grayson enjoyed torturing her just like Grayson seemed to torture the people that she loved. Maybe he got off on it; why else would he treat her in the way he is doing?
After all, Alison knew Grayson's most authentic colours; why would he be any different to who he was.
"I can't believe you," She spat out, "You sick bastard, do you enjoy hurting people? I bet you get off on torturing me."
