Page 38 of The Secrets We Keep
“Where are we?” Asher asks from the back seat.
“Home,” I whisper, my eyes not leaving Gray’s.
“This is going to be our home,” Grayson rasps.
“Can we go inside?” Asher asks excitedly.
“Hell yeah, we can,” I rush out before turning to open my door.
I faintly hear Asher telling me I have to put money in the swear jar, but it’s worth it. I rush up the steps of the wraparound porch and to the front door, waiting impatiently for Asher and Grayson to catch up. Grayson’s eyes are lit with joy as he punches in the code on the front door and opens it for us. He flicks the light on and then my breath is taken away.
We’re standing in a great room, in the living area to be exact. A large warm leather sectional sits in front of a stone fireplace with a large television mounted onit. There is a black and white area rug on the lightly stained wood floors. My eyes move through the large room, landing on the kitchen next. The cabinets are white with black counter tops and black hardware and there is a large island with stainless steel appliances. There is a large dining room table that is surrounded by big windows.This is exactly how I dreamed it would be.
I turn wide eyes to Grayson, and he smiles shyly at me. “You did all this?”
“It was what we talked about,” he says with a shrug. “I always knew that you would come back to me someday, and if you didn’t, at least I would have this part of you.”
Tears fill my eyes at his declaration of love. He swallows up the space between us and wraps me in his arms. I cry into his chest, and he just holds me, letting me feel it all.
Asher clears his throat after a few minutes. “Ugh, guys. Can I see my room?”
I laugh into Grayson’s chest. “Well, how about we let you choose your room, and you can decorate it however you want?” Grayson offers.
Asher jumps in the air with his fist raised. “Heck ya!”
We spend the next hour picking out Asher’s room and deciding what he wants to do with it. By the time we get back to the clubhouse, it’s well past Asher’s bedtime, but it’s well worth it.
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GRAYSON
I lead Sophie further into the clubhouse. Further away from James’ leering eyes.
I don’t feel comfortable with how he’s looking at her, and I could sense how uncomfortable Sophie felt. The asshole has always creeped me out. It’s probably why he and John are so close. They’re both perverts.
We walk into the main room of the clubhouse and take a seat by Rowan and his girlfriend Jennifer at the bar. We’re not technically old enough to drink, but no one would say a word if we decided to. It’s a perk of being the vice president’s sons and members of the club.
“What’s up?” Rowan asks.
“Just avoiding the creeps outside,” I mutter as I take the stool next to his and pull Sophie onto my lap.
“Who?” Rowan grunts as he pulls Jennifer closer.
“James,” I say with an unimpressed look.
“He’s hot,” Jennifer croons making Rowan pull his hand from her waist.
“What the fuck, Jenny?” He grumbles.
“What?” She asks, affronted. “He’s hot for an old guy.”
Jennifer is a cunt. I don’t know what my brother sees in the girl. She cheats on him. It’s obvious to everyone but him, but he won’t listen to our concerns. She is his first love, and he thinks he can’t find anyone better for himself. I just hope that one day, he’ll pull his head out of his ass and dump the bitch.
“Why would you say that?” Sophie spits as she glares at Jennifer. “You’re with Ro.”
Jennifer just brushes her off and heads out of the main room. Rowan doesn’t follow her, thankfully.
“Can you please break up with her? For good,” I ask.
