Huffing, I rush back into the house and up the steps. Greyson trails behind me.
I don't notice he's in the middle of undressing as he walks down the hallway until
he steps into my room after me. When I turn, he's stark naked.
"Seriously?" I bite out. What a fucking idiot. Someone just banged on my door
like the wood personally put a splinter in their ass, and he's immediately ready to
pick up where he left off. Slurping on my neck like one would slurp jello out of a
container.
"What?" he asks incredulously, splaying his arms out to his sides.
"Did you not just hear what I heard? Someone was banging on my door, and it
was kind of scary. I'm not in the mood to have sex right now."
What happened to chivalry? I would think a normal man would ask if I'm
okay. Feel out how I'm feeling. Maybe try to make sure I'm nice and relaxed
before sticking their dick inside me.
You know, read the fucking room.
"You serious?" he questions, anger sparking in his brown eyes. They're a shitty
color, just like his shitty personality and even shittier stroke game. The dude gives
fish a run for their money, the way he flops when he fucks. Might as well lay out
naked in the fish market—he'd have a better chance of finding someone to take
him home. That person is not going to be me.
"Yes, I'm serious," I say with exasperation.
"Goddammit, Addie," he snaps, angrily swiping up a sock and putting it on.
He looks like an idiot—completely naked save for a single sock because the rest of
his clothes are still thrown haphazardly in my hallway.
He storms out of my room, snatching up articles of clothing as he goes. When
he gets about halfway down the long hallway, he stops and turns to me.
"You're such a bitch, Addie. All you do is give me blue balls and I'm sick of it.
I'm done with you and this creepy fucking house," he seethes, pointing a finger at
me.
"And you're an asshole. Get the fuck out of my house, Greyson." His eyes
widen with shock first, and then narrow into thin slits, brimming with fury. He
turns, cocks his arm back and sends his fist flying into the drywall.
A gasp is ripped from my throat when half of his arm disappears, my mouth
parting in both shock and disbelief.
"Since I'm not getting yours, thought I'd create my own hole to get into
tonight. Fix that, bitch," he spits. Still sporting only one sock and an arm full of
clothes, he storms off.
"You dick!" I rage, stomping towards the large hole in my wall he just created.
The front door slams a minute later from below.
I hope the mysterious person is still out there. Let the asshole get murdered
wearing a single sock.
NOTICE : Addie's grandmother diary
April 4th, 1944
There's a strange man outside my window.
I don't know who he is or what he wants from me. But I think he knows me. He watches me through the windows when John's not home. He wears a top hat on his head, concealing his face from me. I've tried to approach him, but when I do, he runs away.
I haven't told John yet. I cannot fathom why, but something keeps me from opening my mouth and admitting that a man is watching me. John wouldn't handle it well. He'd go out with his shotgun and try to find him. I must admit, I'm more afraid of what would happen to my visitor should my husband succeed. .
I'm very afraid of this strange man
But my God, am I also intrigued.