Chapter 4

G R A Y S O N

A part of me was excited to be going with Jean to the construction site but I was also a little nervous. Why was he going? Was is an interview? What am I supposed to do?

I let out a sigh and just kept looking out the window. There were plenty of trees around Jeans house since it was on a hill, secluded from the city.

Once we finally got into the city, my favorite place, I couldn't help but smile at all the random strangers walking and skating through the city, having fun.

I think, out of everything, I wish that I could have gone out and look at the city life, just for an hour if not for a day. I didn't want to be stuck in a crappy home just waiting for my dads next punch.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that we had arrived at the construction site.

We got out of the car and we were immediately greeted by a short blonde girl with big boobs.

"Mr. La Boussière, their waiting for you in the front." She said hurriedly.

She finally looked to me and gave me a questioning look, "Who are you?" She asked, I could tell that she was a little concerned about my scared and now lightly cut face but she didn't say anything.

Jean took in a breath, "This is Grayson, Grayson, this is Marci." He introduced us.

"Come on Jean we need to get you on the stage." She pushed him gently, he laughed.

She turned back to me and smiled, "Come on, you will be sitting in the front row with me and Dakota." She motioned for me to follow and I did.

We sat in the front row, right infront of Jean. A girl was alredy sitting there, looking stern.

"Grayson, this is Dakota, Jean's publicist."

Dakota gave me a sparp look, she didn't seem like a very nice person so I exchanged very few glances and no words.

Marci laughed at me, "She doesn't bite, she's just strict and bossy, so she can get things done."

I only nodded and looked around, I was amazed by all the people that were there. I was also amazed by how much had already been done on the building. It looked to be about ten stories high and the intricate exterior had already been completed. Through the tented windows, which looked to be the walls for every floor, you could get a very slight glimpse of the work the construction workers had done.

I finally set my gaze back on Jean and realized that I had been too caught up in my own observations that I missed most of the speech/interview that was going on.

All I heard was one question, the same one I had asked, "After you have completed your job here do you plan on moving back to France and trading places with your brother, Basile?"

Jean paused momentarily, "As of right now I plan on staying here after construction. If I do decide to trade places I will have at least started to make progress with La Boussière Inc."

I was guessing that that was the last question because everyone started clapping and Jean stepped away, replaced with an older guy that talked about something that I didn't pay attention to.

Marci looked at me and smiled, obviously not finding this guys speech very amusing aswell, "How do you know Jean?" She asked, I could tell that question had been in her mind since the first time she saw me.

"Um, we are just..." what should I say, acquaintances, no that didn't seem right, he was letting me stay in his house for christ sake! Could I say friends, was that really what we were?

Thankfully I didn't have to answer because the clapping started and this whole thing was over.

I know Marci still wanted an answer but she didn't ask me again. Instead when we met up with Jean again she asked him.

"What is your relation to Grayson?" She asked.

"He is my dear friend." Jean smiled at me and met my eyes for a second before looking back at Marci. In that split second that he looked at me, I saw something in his blue eyes, something that I really couldn't explain.

After about an hour of Jean speaking individually with other business men and women alike, we finally started getting ready to go back.

As Jean talked with all the other buisness men and women I realized just how honored he is in the buisness society. Everyone adores him and asked for advice. It was really fun to watch.

Dakota stood by Jean the whole time and helped answered questions, she was all buisness and very strict and to the point. Marci stood by me and we chatted a little here and there. In all honesty she wasn't that bad to talk to.

"Grayson, are you ready?" Jean asked.

"Yeah." I nodded.

I hugged Marci bye, even though I'm not a big hugger, she apparently is. She also hugged Jean and Dakota, who's face obviously gave away that she does not like hugs or any physical contact.

I held back my laughter and followed Jean to the car.

Once we were back at his house I changed into something more comfortable. Jean apperantly works out on Sundays so he went to the gym, which he has on the third floor of his amazing house.

I stayed in the living room with Charlie and watched some tv, there was no way I was going to try and work out with someone as built as him. I look like a twig compared to him and I know I would look weak in the gym. I had no interest in working out with him any time soon.

As I watched tv I remembered just how stupud it was. I hadn't watched tv in a few years so I didn't remember. It was amazing what some people came up with to put on tv.

After about and hour of flipping through the stupid movies and shows Jean came down from the gym. I almost choked on my water as he walked down. There was a small layer of sweat coating his tone body. The thin Under Armour tanktop he wore clung to his body, show casing his ripped abs and toned biceps. I swear, if I didn't catch myself I would have drooled over his god like body.

I stopped staring and looked back at the tv. I really shouldn't be thinking about him like that, he is letting me stay in his house because I'm a poor, helpless eighteen year old that needs to get his life back on track, nothing else.

Hell, I don't even know if he's gay! He probably isn't, I mean he has a lot of girls swooning over him, it's not that hard to see. I need to work on finding a job.

He got a glass of water and smiled at me. I smiled back, "I'll be back, I'm going to get a shower." He said.

I nodded and looked down at Charlie who was purring in my lap and licking her paw. I smiled at her and stroked her back.

Jean came down, his hair damp and messy in a stylish way. He sat down beside me and I took the chance to ask, "Hey, do you have a computer I can use to look up some job listings?"

He smiled at me, "Trying to get away so soon."

"I just want to support myself." I admitted.

"I know, I'll go get you my laptop." He said and got off the couch.

He came down with a MacBook, he placed it into my lap, alreay on a web browser.

"Thanks." I said.

"No problem."

I immediately started to search for jobs, anything at all.

***

After about an hour of searching I had a few desent jobs picked out. Now all I had to do was actually see if one of them would hire me.

I sent my resume to all of them, hoping I would at least get one reply.

I closed the laptop and handed it to him, "Thanks again."

"Your welcome, did you find anything good?" He asked.

"Yeah actually, I found a few."

"Well I hope you hear from them." He smiled and walked away to put up his laptop.

I felt a little sad that he was so for me getting a job, did he want me gone now? I pushed that feeling away, why should I care? I'm going to be leaving soon anyway.

So what do you think?

I'm going to update Wednesday, May 27 because it is a special day, you will know what's so special about that day when I update! ;P

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~Beatrice