Chapter 8

J E A N

Today was the day of Grayson's interview and he was panicking.

"Grayson." I said sternly trying to get his attention, he looked at me, "Stay still I have to tie your tie."

He obeyed and I tied it swiftly and fast. He looked down at it, "How do you tie a tie?" He asked.

"I'll show you that later. Right now you need to put on your shoes and fix your mop of hair." I chuckled, he was acting like a little kid running around screaming.

He smiled at me, "Thanks."

"Of course." I walked out of the room and let him finish getting ready.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

About thirty minutes before his interview I yelled up to him, "Hurry up or your going to be late!"

He scrambled down the stairs and stopped infront of me, "How do I look?" He asked.

I studied him, his hair was still a mop on his head but the way he messed with it looked sexy now, with little curls popping out of his head. His scares were now almost invisible and his smile was bright. The suit he was wearing fit him perfectly in all the right places, making his appearance look that much more sexy.

This whole time I was thinking of a word to describe just how handsome he looked but I failed, "You look perfect."

He smiled at me, "Do you think I will get the job?"

"I'm sure you will." I smiled and walked him to my driver. I walked him to the car and told the driver where to go.

With that I walked back inside and decided to work out while he was gone.

G R A Y S O N

My palms were sweating and I had to keep wiping them across my pant legs to keep them dry.

I was so nervous, I had never done anything like this before, I really wish I would have asked Jean for more advice.

Once we got to the restaurant I hopped out of the car and walked inside to be greeted with a blond girl that was practically bouncing with energy, "You must be Grayson here for the interview."

"Yes." I answered.

"Follow me." She said and took me to a back office.

There was a man about Jean's size with short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, "You must be Grayson, I'm Rhys Dellavedova." He said with a think British accent that was very attractive. Wait! What am I thinking?! This guy will be- if I'm lucky- my future boss!

"Nice to meet you." I nodded and shook his hand. I was thankful my hands weren't sweaty anymore.

"Sit, sit." He smiled politely at me.

I did as he said and the interview began.

I won't go into detail about the interview. Boring questions were asked followed by adequate answers.

When it was done we stood and shook hands again, his grip was firm and hurt the slightest bit, "I hear you are staying with Jean La Boussière."

I feel a chill run down my spine and the life drain from my face, my hand falls to my side, "How did you know?"

"It's all over the news. Some reporters got pictures of you with Jean at his big interview." He saw my horror and chuckled, "It's fine Grayson. I've had him come dine at my resturant before, he is a very kind man." Did Jean know about this?

I nodded, not knowing where this was going, "I think your going to be just fine here." He smiled again.

My jaw dropped, "Wait I got the job?" I tried hard not to scream.

"Yes, you start next week."

"Oh my God thank you." I smiled and tried hard to contain my excitement.

"Your welcome." He chuckled.

I walked out of his office and walked out front looking for the driver but he was no where to be seen.

I waited for about thirty minutes and still nothing.

I decided to go back inside and call Jean.

I walked up to the blond girl and she gave me a crooked look, before she could question it I spoke, "Do you have a phone I could use?"

"Go to the back and talk to Mr. Dellavedova."

I did as she said and walked back to his office, I knocked and he told me to come in.

"Grayson?" He asked.

"Do you have a phone I can borrow?" I asked.

He nodded and pulled out his phone and handed it to me, I dialed Jean's number, thankful that I had asked for it before I left.

"Rhys?" He answered the call on the second ring, I was surprised he had his number.

"No it's me Grayson, I'm using his phone."

"Is everything alright?"

"No, I don't have a way to get home."

"What about my driver?"

"I couldn't find him, I waited for thirty minutes."

I heard him sigh, "I'll be there in ten minutes." He said and hung up.

I handed Rhys his phone back, "Is he coming to get you?"

"Yeah." I answered.

"See you monday." He smiled.

"See you monday." I echoed and walked out front to wait for Jean.

He was right, he showed up in ten minutes. It was just him in his car, "Where's your driver?" I asked as I got in the car. I noticed he was in that same sexy tanktop and shorts, showcasing his handsome body. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

"Fired." He said plainly.

"Why?" I asked shocked, "Is it because of me?"

"Not because of you. It was for you. I won't have my driver slacking on the job."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't appologize, it's not your fault." he shot me a quick look and smiled then looked back to the road.

"You don't have a phone, do you?"

"No."

"I'm going to go get you one." He smiled at me.

"No, no, no. I can't let you do that, your letting me stay in your house for crying out loud."

"It's fine Grayson, I have billions of dollars, why not use it? How about I get you a MacBook too?"

"Jean, stop I don't want you too. That is the whole reason I'm getting this job."

"Well consider this a... when's your birthday?"

"It was the day you helped me." I said lightly, I guess I never told him.

"Well consider this a late birthday present."

I chuckled and sighed, defeated, "Whatever." I smiled looking out the window.

It turned out he really wasn't kidding about buying me the laptop. We walked out of the store with a gold iPhone 6 plus and a MacBook Air. I couldn't look at the price when it was all said and done, I would have passed out.

Once we got to the house he helped me set everything up. I felt like an old person that didn't understand technology. I understood enough but not as much as Jean obviously.

The first thing he did when my phone was set up was put his phone number in it and set up my email.

I then remembered about how we were on the news, "You know we were on the news, reporters got pictures of us at your big interview."

He nodded while finishing up on my laptop, "Dakota emailed me about it, it's her job to know what gets posted about me on the internet."

I cocked my head at him, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He paused what he was doing and looked to me, "Well I didn't really think it was that important, nothing bad was said, it was all good. Did you want to know?"

"Well kind of." I tried to keep my cool, "My parents probably saw that on the news!" I said beinging to freak out.

"Grayson calm down, they can't do any thing. I won't let them."

I suddently felt like breaking down into tears, fear consumed me. Could my parents try to take me back?

I felt the hot liquid on my cheeks before I even knew what I was doing, I had definitely not cried in a while. I never had the strength to.

"Could they take me back?" I asked, tears falling faster.

He pulled me into his arms and I let out a sob, "Grayson, they can't take you back. You are an adult, over the age of eighteen. If they tried to take you away they could get in trouble. I won't let anything happen to you." He held me tight and I acted like his hold was the only thing keeping me alive.

I let out a few more sobs and wiped my eyes.

Jean looked me in the eyes, "Are you okay now?"

I nodded and pulled him too me one more time, his strong arms comforting me.

"It's going to be okay. How about you get some rest."

I nodded and slowly pulled away. I grabbed my phone and he grabbed my laptop and walked me up stairs. He pluged in my phone and helped me get into bed.

"Good night Grayson." He whispered to me.

"Good night." I said and he kissed my forehead.

I felt sparks ignite with that little gesture and watched him carefully exit the room.

I actually fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Is it weird that I'm jealous of my own characters? Like why can't I have enough money to buy an iPhone 6 and a MacBook. But then again I already have some pretty nice stuff.

QotD(Question of the Day): What electrics do you have?

I know it's weird but whatever, please answer :)

AotD: I have a Samsung Galaxy S 5 and a Surface Pro 3

Oh I almost forgot the most important question! What do you think of Rhys Dellavedova? Grayson's new boss.

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~Beatrice