Page 19 of Tormented Kings

Then again, he did back off on trying to get the guys to end their arrangement with me.

It doesn’t matter anyways. He’s not going to need to share me with anyone because I have no idea where I stand with the other three.

All of them are engaged to other women.

The night of the ball, the things they said to me as we danced... it’s still confusing as hell.

Declan asked me not to give up on him now that the arrangement is done. Does that mean he wants something more? I haven’t had the chance to talk to him about it since everything happened.

Grayson told me he wasn’t done with me, whatever that means. Does he just want to sleep around with me some more? Like a best-friends-with-benefits kind of thing? As much as my body wants that, craves that, I know my heart can’t handle doing anything more with any of them if it’s just going to be temporary or a means to an end.

And Preston’s words have been echoing through my head non-stop.‘I want to hate you so bad; it kills me that I can’t.’

“Ugh,” I mutter under my breath.

My last class of the day was dismissed a while ago, but I ended up sitting in the empty classroom, lost in my own thoughts before I finally leave.

The halls are empty as I walk. I don’t even realize where I am until I’m being pulled into the Host Club room.

I let out a yelp of surprise before being pushed up against a door.

“Grayson?” I gasp, eyes widening as I look up to find him boxing me in.

“Hey, Pretty Girl.” He gives me a wicked grin that makes my pulse race, in more than one place. “I thought we were over all this avoiding bullshit.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” I huff, narrowing my eyes. “I’m sorry I have a life outside of you three.”

His lip twitches. “Someone’s feeling a little feisty today,” he murmurs low, hand reaching up to tuck some hair behind my ear, fingers lingering as he plays with my locks. Goosebumps break out all over my body.

“Why did you pull me in here?” I ask, trying not to let it show in my voice how much just a simple touch by him affects me.

“We need to talk,” he says coyly, tilting his head to the side.

“About what?”

“About a lot of stuff.” Again, with the vague responses. “But first, I need to do this.”

“Do what?” I ask, blinking.

The hand that’s playing with my loose strands moves up to slide behind my head. Grayson tangles his fingers in my hair, and I gasp as he grips a good handful. It’s then that I realize that it’s the perfect opening for him to swoop down and kiss me.

He groans, tongue dipping into my mouth, dancing with mine as he shifts his hips forward, pressing his very obvious erection against my belly, causing me to turn to molten lava.

I whimper, hands shooting out to grab at his jacket. My head spins as I feel my knees wobble.

His other hand loops around my waist, holding me up as he deepens the kiss. His lips move against mine slowly and sensually, driving my body wild and making me forget about everything I’ve been obsessing over for the past few hours.

That is, until a throat clears behind us. “Do you mind? I’m not interested in seeing you two fuck right here in front of me.”

Preston’s voice is like a bucket of cold water to the face. I pull back from Grayson’s lips so fast my head would have smacked against the door if his hand wasn’t there.

I’m a panting mess as my lips tingle from the kiss.

“Fucking cock blocker,” Grayson growls, eyes still on me. He gives me a wink before turning to face Preston. “And you're a damn liar. You would be sitting in that damn chair, hand wrapped around your cock, jerking off as I fuck our girl so good she forgets her own name.”

My eyes widen at his words.How am I even surprised by the things that come out of his mouth anymore?I should be used to it by now.

Eyes flicking over to Preston, I find him glaring at Grayson. “You fucking wish.” My stomach flips when his eyes lock on mine. Something shifts between us, so many unsaid words that I don’t quite understand. This Preston isn’t the same one I’ve come to know during our arrangement. This is the Preston who comes to the chapel tower and sits with me in silence for hours. I’ve never seen this side of him outside that tower. Even if he hasn’t even spoken a word to me, I know something has changed. And that both thrills me and terrifies me.

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