Chapter 3

Pic of Charile(a girl), Jean's cat.

J E A N

I know it's weird for Grayson right now. I just met him and I was letting him stay in my house. But eventually he should warm up, right?

I had fun with our conversation, I loved how his face lit up at the mention of my buisness. He was truly an adorable boy with his short curly brown hair, emerald green eyes and the structure of his perfect face, scarred with cuts and bruises.

I smiled and set my book down, I was unable to focus on my book. I got up and made my self another drink.

As I sipped from my drink I thought of his family. I didn't want to ask much about it, I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. I wonder what role his mother played in the abuse or if she had one at all.

I walked back to the living room and walked out to the balcony that looked down on the city below. Lights on buliding and cars illuminating the night sky. I sat down in the chair and I felt something rub against my leg. I looked down and saw Charlie, my cat.

She jumped in my lap and purred as I rubbed my hand across her back. She hadn't met Grayson, she isn't really fond of new people.

After about half an hour of taking in the sweet night air I walked back inside and headed up to my room.

I stopped by Grayson's room. There was a slight crack in the door, I opened it a bit more and looked inside. He looked so peaceful as he slept. He looked like he hadn't gotten enough of it. But as peaceful as he looked you could still see a pinch of fear in his face from the nightmares I'm sure he is experiencing.

I lightly closed the door, careful not to wake him. I walked to my room, Charlie not far behind. I pulled off my suit and threw on some sweats, not bothering to put on a shirt.

I got in bed and fell asleep.

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I woke up early in the morning. I walked to my bathroom and freshened up. Then I walked down stairs, Charlie following me so she could get some food.

I laid out her food and got to work cooking some food for me and Grayson.

I was almost done, all I had left was the bacon. I was flipping the bacon when Grayson walked down.

I was distracted by his beauty and the grease flew up and stung my hand, "Merde!(Fuck)" I cursed in french.

Grayson walked into the kitchen, "What was that?" He asked.

"Nothing, I just burnt myself." I said while running my red hand under the cold water.

"But what did you say?" He asked, a smile played across his lips. His smile was so cute, so innocent. It was the first time I had seen it.

"I don't know, what did I say?" I asked, smirking.

"It sounded like french."

Your right. Now are you hungry?" I asked, sliding him a plate with toast, eggs and bacon on it.

"Yes, thank you." He said.

I fixed me a plate and sat down beside him at the bar.

We both began eating and he looked at me, "This is good. I've never really had anything like this made for me. Thank you." He admitted lightly.

"Your welcome. You can have more if you'd like." I said.

"Thank you." He said taking seconds. He sat back down beside me, "Can you say something else in french?" He asked.

I smiled, "Votre sourire est beau, vous devriez le faire plus souvent."

"What did you say?" He asked.

"Your smile is beautiful, you should do it more often."

A smile slowly made its way across his face.

He nearly jumped as Charlie walked against his leg, "Who's this?" He asked smiling down at her. She purred in response. I was surprised that she liked him, it was hard to win her favoritism.

"Her name is Charlie."

"She's cute." He said.

"Yeah, she is." I agreed and she purred, walking off to the living room.

Once he finished I took the plates and washed them off. He offered to but I declined, telling him to go to the living room.

Once I got to the living room I saw Charlie spralled across Grayson, begging for attention which he gladly gave.

"Why Charlie?" He asked.

"Well because that was my mom's nickname when she was little. I named her that so it would be like I had a little bit of family where ever I went."

"That's cool. I wish I could have something like that." He muttered the last words, probably so I couldn't hear.

"I don't mean to get into your personal life, and you don't have to answer this if you dont want. But where was your mother in all your abuse?"

"Watching." He said plainly, still stroking Charlie.

I felt so much sympathy for him but I refused to say anything else in fear that he would think I was giving him pity.

He sighed, "I wish I had something like Charlie to comfort me." He said lightly. I was a little joyful that he trusted me enought to be this open with me but I made no attempt to show it.

"Well you have her for now." I said lightly.

He sighed once again, I could tell he had been busy with thought,"I really appreciate all your help, you have no idea. But I just feel like I'm in the way by staying here. I'm going to go to a motel and stay there until I raise enough money to pay for an apartment. I never really planned to stay for more than one night, I'm sorry."

I did not expect him to say that, and for some weird reason I was sad to think about him leaving, so I offered him a deal, "I really don't want you staying in some ratty motel. I'm perfectly fine with you staying here until you earn enough money."

He looked to me, an unnamed emotion swimming in his emerald green orbs, "I don't want to over stay my welcome."

"Trust me, you can stay for as long as you need."

He was silent in thought, "Okay, but I promise it won't take long."

"Take as long as you need." I smiled.

Just then my phone rang, it was Marci, my assistant. "Hello?" I asked.

"Mr. La Boussière, you are needed at construction sight. Your interview is in an hour."

I had forgotten about that, Marci could tell with my silence, "You forgot didn't you?" She asked, I could hear the smile in her voice.

I sighed, "I will be there as quickly as possible." I hung up and looked to Grayson.

"I am needed at the construction sight, would you like to come with me or stay here?" I asked.

He thought for a minute, "Can I go with you?"

"Of course."

I could tell the thought of looking at it appealed to him, "Cool."

"Wear a suit, I have a few in your closet, one is bound to fit you." I said and with that I ran up the stairs, skipping a step. I made it to my room and slid on one of my expensive suits. I fixed my hair and walked down stairs.

Grayson was waiting there, wearing one of my old suits. I smiled at him, "You look great, are you ready?"

He nodded and I walked outside, my driver already waiting for us.

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~Beatrice