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“Your dick.” Grayson winks. “Only for you, baby.”

And yup, I swoon. What a weird fucking day.

Chapter 12

Sadie

I’m having the best dream, one that involves me lying on a bed with all of my men's mouths on me. Group sex is something we haven’t done, and it’s not really something that I feel like I’m missing, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

I mean, who doesn’t want four hot as sin men fucking you so good you forget your own name?

But I like what we have. Giving each of my guys their own intimate time with me is something they like. Collin isn’t really big on sharing, and Preston doesn’t show any interest in it unless it’s with Declan. I don’t think Grayson would care, and Declan is kind of the same situation as Preston.

Still, a girl can dream, right?

That is, until someone, or something, wakes me up.

With blurry sleep-filled eyes, I sit up in my bed and look around. “Hello?” I ask the dark room.

Flicking on my bedside lamp, I look around my room but see nothing. The clock on my bedside table says three in the morning, and I groan.

Well, I’m up now, so I take the chance to go to use the bathroom before going back to sleep.

When I’m done, I stand in the middle of my room, debating on if I want to go back to sleep or go get some water. It’s the weekend, so it’s not like I have to be up early for school, so I choose to go down to the kitchen.

“I need to get a mini fridge,” I mutter to myself, slipping on some sleep shorts and a top before padding downstairs in bare feet.

Mark and Mom are gone for the weekend, leaving Grayson and me alone. And while I don't care about him seeing me naked, there are security cameras around the house.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I remove the cap and take a few sips before heading out of the kitchen to go back to bed.

A sound has me pausing. It’s not completely dark, a few dim lights around the house giving me enough light to move around without crashing into things. But there are still a lot of dark places.

Fear prickles down my spine. “Grayson?” I call out, praying it’s either him or my mind just playing tricks on me.

Slowly, I look around the foyer, my heart starting to race, eyes darting all around.

When my gaze finds the stairs again, I let out a scream when I see someone standing on the bottom stair. He’s tall, dressed in gray sweatpants, a black tank top, and a mask. A fucking Ghostface mask.

“Oh fuck no.” I shake my head, drop my water bottle, and bolt for the front door.

I know I’m going to die someday, but tonight is not that time.

Running down the stairs, I ignore the tiny rocks digging into my feet as I run towards the garage.

Then stop when I realize I don’t have any keys for the cars. “Fuck.” I stop, breathing heavily, and run a hand through my hair, debating where to go. I’m honestly terrified right now and don’t know what to do. Should I scream for Grayson? Would he be able to hear me outside?

Did he hear me just now when I was inside?

Not wanting to wait for whoever that was to follow after me, I decide to run towards the front gate.

I’m halfway there when I hear the masked figure shout. “Where are you going, Pretty Girl? The fun’s only just begun.”

Stumbling to a stop, I frown. Pretty Girl.

Grayson calls me Pretty Girl. Is that him? Did he put that mask on to fuck with me?

And then it hits me, and my eyes widen. The note I wrote, the one confessing one of my deepest fantasies.

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