Chapter 15

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J E A N

We were all sitting at the dinner table, all of us silent as we ate the food.

The silence was broken when my mom finally spoke up, "So, Grayson, what do you do for a living sweetheart?"

I could tell he didn't like being the center of attention but he handled it well, "I'm currently working at a nice restaurant in Los Angeles."

She smiled, "That's cool."

He nodded and Violetta asked another question, "How did you and Jean meet?" Her smile was bright and I was just waiting for her to ask that question. She was always caught up in the romance in relationships.

But she was set up for disappointment with our meeting, if he even told.

I looked over at Grayson as if asking with my eyes if he was going to tell.

He nodded with a smile and gave me a slight wink only I saw. I smiled knowing that he was going to lie about how we met.

"Well it's kind of a funny story actually." He chuckled and placed his silverware on the plate. I smiled and did the same.

"I had found him in front of a club." I finished.

Violetta laughed, "What was he doing there, aren't you under age in America?"

"Well yes, I tried to get in with a fake id but they caught on." Everyone at the table laughed, except Basile.

"I just happened to pull him away before the bouncer could pound him into the ground." I smiled, this story was getting fun to tell.

"Aww that's cute." Violetta laughed.

I looked over at Célian and he was laughing, a huge smile on his face.

"And after he saved me he took me to a nice restaurant," he looked me in the eyes and smiled, "And I guess we just kind of hit it off from there."

I smiled back at him and Violetta started clapping, causing everyone else to clap, excluding Basile.

"That's cute." Mother said.

Just then the door bell rang, our butler answered the door.

SoonArthur, Violetta's husband, walked in. She gasped and ran to him, kissing him.

He was a nice looking guy, pretty standard, he didn't have anything unique about him. But Violetta was happy with him and thats all that matters.

"I thought you weren't coming back until next week." She cheers.

He chuckled, "I figured it wouldn't hurt if I came home earlier."

We all stood up and said hello. My mother not looking as happy to see him, as ususl. She never really liked him for reasons still unknown.

I shook his hand, "Good to see you Jean." He smiled, his thick french accent showing.

"Good to see you too Arthur."

He saw Grayson and held out his hand, "I'm Arthur."

"Grayson." He took Arthur's hand and gave it a good shake.

I noticed that Arthur kept eyeing Grayson's scars. Grayson noticed this too.

"Well Grayson and I are tired, we are going to go get some rest."

I looked towards my mother and saw that she noticed the staring too. Rage filled me, I had to get away from Arthur fast.

I walked over to her and hugged her, I kissed her cheek, Thank you for the food, it was amazing."

Your welcome baby boy." She kissed my cheek and I started for the stairs.

Only to be stopped by that stupid French accent, "Grayson, wait a minute."

I turned around with Grayson and looked at Arthur, no sign of my frustration on my face.

"Yes?" He asked kindly. I envied him at that moment. When is came to Grayson it was hard to tame my emotions.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you get thise scares?" I knew he would ask that.

I say the horror in my mothers eyes. Violetta's eyes widened. Even Célian and Basile were surprised that Arthur would ask that.

Grayson opened his mouth to speak but I spoke for him, "That is none of your business." I said as kindly as possible.

Sorry I was just asking." He said as if he was the one that was offended.

"Well don't." I said harshly, "Have a nice night."

As we walked up I heard Violetta's heels coming after us, "Jean, Grasyon wait."

I got to the top and Violetta caught up, "Look he's sorry, he didn't mean it."

"Really, then why isn't he the one apologizing?" I asked.

She was silent, "Look I know you just want it to work out between everyone but some people just don't get along."

Her expression was blank, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, I'm just done talking to Arthur. Good night Vi." I kissed her on the cheek.

"Good night Jean." She said and walked back down stairs.

I turned to see Grayson tears in his eyes. I closed my eyes tight to tame my anger and keep my self from throwing Arthur oit of the house.

I opened my eyes and walked Grasyon to our room.

We got in the room and Grayson and I changed.

He came out and laid down beside me on the bed. He looked up at me, the tears back.

"Oh Grayson." I whispered to him as I sat up and placed him in my lap.

"I almost told them, I almost told them how I got the scars." He whimpered.

"It's okay now, no one knows, no one is going to know."

"It was like my past flashed before my eyes, it scared me. I thought that was behind me and then I see my parents and then my scars get mentioned. When will the pain end?"

"I don't know if it will ever end, but I can help you ease the pain." He picked up his head and looked in my eyes.

A spark lit between us and our lips met in a passionate kiss but it was not like any other kiss.

I could taste his salty tears on his lips as I kissed him.

We pulled away and placed our foreheads together.

Thank you." He whispered.

I kissed him on the neck, "For what?"

"Everything." He tilted his neck so I could have more access.

"I wouldn't do it for anyone else." I kissed his neck again and moved to the side so he was laying on the bed.

"Good night Grayson."

"Good night Jean." He kissed my cheek and went to sleep with a smile on his face.

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