Chapter 2

Pic of Jean up top! :)

G R A Y S O N

He took me to a room, just as beautiful as the rest of the house. He handed me a shirt and shorts. He then took me to another bedroom. This one was about the same size as the other one, just not as personalized as the last one, which I asume was his.

"This will be your room. There is a closet and a bathroom. I will leave you to get settled in." He said and gently closed the door.

I scoffed. Wow, he has to be rich. Who is he?

I walked to the bathroom door. As I opened the door I half expected something to come out and take me. This all seemed too good to be true.

I turned on the shower and stripped down. Careful of my cuts and bruises.

I steped in the shower and winced at the first contact of the water on my bare skin. But eventually the warm ponding of the water on my beat up skin became bliss as it helped with my soreness.

When I finished I got out of the shower and dried off. I slid on the new clean clothes Jean had given me and walked into the room.

As I sat on the bed I realized just how tired I was. I was so tempted to fall asleep but I wanted to go down stairs and thank him again.

I got up and walked down the stairs to find him sitting on the couch, reading a thick book.

He heard me walking down and closed the book. He turned to face me, "I see you showered."

I nodded, "I just came down to say thank you again."

He looked at me and smiled, "Come sit down." He motioned for me to sit beside him and I walked and sat on the opposite side of the couch.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" He asked. I didn't really know why he asked but I did have something to ask, so I did.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He gave me a confused look.

"You must be someone pretty inportant to have such an amazing home." I said.

"Ah," he said, "Well I'm Jean La Boussière." The way he said that in a perfect french accent almost made me melt, "I am owner of the La Boussière Inc. My main office is in France, currently being held by my younger brother, Basile (Pronounced bah- ZEEL). I'm here in America to expand my company."

My mouth was to the floor, holy crap. A billionare was letting me sleep in his home. I nearly had to urge to faint.

"Wait, how come you speak perfect english?" I asked.

"I was raised by my American mother, who actually helped me a great deal to get to where I am now. She moved to France and met my father, there they got married and had me and my siblings. My father, unfortunately, passed away when I was ten, leaving my mother, who spoke english with us, to raise us. Although I learned french while I was in school anyways."

"Wow, that's amazing." I said.

"Well thank you." He said taking a sip of a drink I didn't even realize he had. He realized I was staring at his glass, "Do you want a drink?" He asked.

"Oh no." I said, "I'm only 18."

He chuckled, "Well in France you are legally of age to drink."

"Well we're not in France and I would rather not." I declined as politely as possible.

"How long have you been here?" I asked, changing the subject.

"About three months."

I suddently had intrest in his buisness. The buisness industry always interested me, "Have you made any progress in expanding your company?"

"Yes, actually, I have. Right now I'm in the process of building the American headquarters for La Boussière Inc."

"Wow, that's amazing. Do you plan on going back to France when you are finished here and trading places with your brother?"

He smiled at me, "Why all the questions Grayson?"

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother you, I'm just really into all the buisness stuff." I admitted.

He chuckled, "It's okay. I'm glad someone finds interest in things like this. And to finally answer your question, I have not decided wether or not I want to go back to France." He smiled at me and finished off his drink, "I have one question for you though."

"What?" I asked.

"What is your last name?"

"It's not as spectacular as yours. It's just Reed." I answered.

"I like it." He smiled.

"Well, I'm going to go to bed." I said.

"Goodnight Grayson Reed." He said picking his book back up.

"Goodnight Jean La Boussière." I said in the worst french accent ever, causing him to laugh.

"We'll work on that." He said and I walked up the stairs, a small smile on my face.

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