Chapter 12

Up top is Alex Pettyfer a.k.a. who I picture Rhys Dellavedova looking like :D

J E A N

I had a smile on my face as I fell asleep. Grayson and I held on to each other all night.

When we woke in the morning I didn't want to get up and neither did he.

"Jean?" He said, his voice raspy from sleep.

"Hm?"

He tilted his head up so he was looking at me, "Can we lay here just a little longer?"

"Of course love." I smiled and kissed his forehead, "But remember you have work today."

He sighed and looked back down, "I know. Hey that reminds me, what did you do at the construction site yesterday?" He placed his hand on my chest and looked back up.

"I was just checking the progress, making sure that everything was going to be alright when we left for France."

He smiled, "I'm getting more and more excited as it gets closer."

"Your going to love it there." I said lightly and rubbed his back.

He scooted up and placed his lips on mine. I picked him up so he was on top of me. He straddled me as our lips moved together in a sweet, passionate kiss. When we kissed like this it was like time had frozen and we were the only ones alive.

We slowly pulled away and placed our foreheads together. His hands on my bare chest.

He took in a deep breath, "I wish we could stay like this for a little longer." He whispered to me.

"We will have a whole week in France to do what ever we want." I whispered to him.

I slightly turned my head, just enough to check the time, "It's time for you to get ready Grayson." I said.

He sighed, "Okay."

He climbed off of me and walked to his room to go change.

I got up as well and slid on a shirt.

I walked down stairs and prepared breakfast for the two of us. Also laying out Charlie's food.

When Grayson came down we ate and then I walked him to the car.

"Can you ride with me?" He asked.

"No, I'm sorry. I have to get started on some work for La Boussière Inc." I told him.

"Okay, well I'll see you later." He said.

I kissed his forehead, "Bye."

He got in the car and I closed the door, walking back into the house.

I got my laptop and sat on my desk signing in and getting to work.

Not even an hour into my work I got a call from Rhys Dellavedova and a flash of worry shot through me. Was something wrong with Grayson.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Mr. La Boussière. It's Grayson, he needs you to come pick him up." He said and I heard slight sobs and sniffles in the back ground.

"I'm on my way." I said and ran out the door.

G R A Y S O N

When we arrived at the restaurant I got out and waved to Harry and he took off.

I didn't go inside right away. Two very unwanted voices stopped me in my tracks.

"Grayson." I heard that deep voice growl, "We've been looking all over for you."

I turned to face my mother and father, "You can't take me back." I said, trying hard to stand up for myself.

"We can do what we want, your our son." My mother pipped up.

"I'm an adult now, if you take me against my will then it's considered kidnapping." My voice was close to cracking but I refused to break down in front of them.

I thought I had finally gotten away from them, finally put them in my past. But I was wrong.

"Who's gonna notice?" She asked looking around at all the people walking by, too detracted to notice me and my parents.

I opened my mouth to speak but my dad spoke, "We heard your staying with a millionaire. Hard to believe he would actually want a piece of shit like you."

I felt my heart crack at that remark but didn't show that he had hurt me. He had gained too much satisfaction from doing it previous times.

"You should go." I spoke lightly.

"We are leaving with you." My mom hissed.

"No." I said sternly.

"Exuse me?"

"I'm not going with you."

"Well it looks like you don't have a choice." My dad said grabbing me by the arm and looking me dead in the eye.

"Let me go." I said trying to wiggle away.

"No, your coming back home with us." He growled.

That's when I decided it was over. I was done, I didn't care wether they saw me cry because I was starting to give up.

My eyes filled with tears but before one could escape I heard a thick British accent, "Exuse me sir, but I believe you are making Mr. Reed very uncomfortable. I suggest you release him before I call the authority's."

My dad's face jerked to the man speaking. I looked too.

Rhys had a stern buisness like expression on his face.

"Why should I listen to you?" My dad questioned pathetically.

Rhys pulled out his phone as a sign that he would call.

My mom stepped up, "Let's just go honey. It's no use."

My dad looked back and me and glared as he sunk his nails farther into my arm before he let go and walked away.

I looked back to Rhys, tears now spilling out of my eyes. Rhys expression softened as he looked at me, "Who were thise people?"

I was scared to talk in fear of choking out, "My parents." I managed to say.

I burried my face in my hands and sobbed. I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me and for a minhte I was reminded of Jean but these arms didn't have the right spark, they didn't really comfort me, they just held me.

"Go home Grayson, don't worry about work today." Rhys whispered to me.

"C-Can you c-call Jean?" I asked as he let me go.

"Of course." He said and dialed his number.

About ten minutes later I saw Jean's car pull up he got out of the car and ran to me.

I wiped away my tears and fell into his arms, not caring who saw.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Later." I simply said.

"Okay, let's get you home." He said and walked me to the car.

Before getting in I turned to Rhys and thanked him.

"No problem." He smiled and walked inside.

Once we got home I changed and asked to lay in bed with Jean.

"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" He asked.

"My parents." I said as I placed my head on my chest and rested a hand on his stomach, hiding my bruise.

He wrapped an arm around me and this time I felt thise sparks of comfort that I loved so much.

"Did they hurt you?" He asked.

"No," I said lightly.

"Don't lie to me Grayson." He spoke softly.

"I just got a bruise is all."

"Grayson, let me see."

I held up my hand so he could see my purple, blue and black bruise.

"That's not good Grayson. That looks bad. What did they try to do to you?" He asked lightly rubbing my back.

"They tried to take me back." I said, my voice craking at the last word. Just remembering that harsh reality I lived and thinking that it could come back scared me to death.

Tears fell out of my eyes again and I held Jean tight.

"It's okay now. It's going to be okay." He said as he kissed my head and held me tight.

Some how, with his words and his touch, I managed to believe him. As long as I had Jean I felt like everything would be okay.

Sorry for the late update. I haven't actually had a lot of time to right even though it's summer now. But I should be able to update more now that I have no life! :)

Anyway, what do you think of Grayson's parents?

What did you think when that sexy British accent came to save Grayson? :P

Before I go I just wanted to say that I feel like I don't let you guys know how much I truly love your comments and votes. I read every single comment and try hard to reply but sometimes I just don't know what to say.

Anyway, srry for the ridiculously long authors note!!!

Until next time,

Stay sexy my Lovelies!❤ ;)

~Beatrice