Free Forbidden Attraction (Forbidden Trilogy) by S.R. Watson

he’s upset, but I didn’t ask for him to come get me. I notice now that he’s even more dressed up than usual in a three-piece suit. “What engagement are you coming from?” I try again. Still nothing. He glares at me instead, and his annoyance is evident. Fine, I give up trying to talk to him.
    We arrive at my condo and Grayson gets out and comes around to my side, but I’m already out of the car. I stomp all the way to my unit for maximum effect, and he still says nothing. Once I am inside, I expect him to follow, but instead he stops in the doorway.
    “Some things are not about money,” he says. And with that he turns and leaves. I slam the door behind him before I let the tears fall. I cry for the show Liam put on tonight with Heather and for possibly losing this arrangement with Grayson before it even begins. Simply put: tonight sucks. I am so embarrassed. It’s not as if I normally do this kind of thing. Grayson is probably going to think I’m a slut. I can’t believe that I’ve probably lost him before I even got him. Shit .

 

     
     
    LAST NIGHT WAS a brutal reality check. Seeing Liam with Heather hurt somewhat, but more than anything it pissed me off that he could be so inconsiderate of my feelings after the amount of time we were together. The outercourse (intercourse with clothes on) they were displaying on the dance floor showed a total lack of respect. He knew I was watching. He wants me to get the picture he has moved on. I freaking get it. He doesn’t have to beat me over the head with a visual. Jordan walks in carrying Earl Grey tea in both hands.
    “Morning sunshine. How was your night with Grayson?” She gets in my bed and crosses her legs ready to get the dish.
    “He left after seeing me to the door. He was upset with me for being drunk.” I cautiously take a sip of the hot tea, careful not to let it spill since Jordan just plopped on my bed.
    “You weren’t going to be driving. What was his deal?”
    “I sort of drunk dialed him and he heard some guy trying to hit on me. He sent Matt in to get me since he couldn’t be seen. It didn’t help that Matt witnessed this guy trying to drag me upstairs.” I sigh. How am I going to fix this? He’s probably changed his mind about messing with someone so reckless.
    “Shiv, it sounds like he was more concerned than anything. He didn’t want some douche trying to take advantage of your drunken state,” Jordan replies. “He sent Matt to offer me a ride, but I told him I was staying the night at Trevor’s. I think it was sweet for him to not only look out for your well-being, but your friend’s too.”
    “Yeah, but now our weekend arrangement is probably null and void. Apparently he left some swanky event to come save my drunk ass.”
    Jordan giggles at my use of the word ass. “Shiv, he will come around. Just give him some time; he will cool off. Have you seen you? He won’t be able to stay away for long.”
    I ignore her assessment of me. “I hope you’re right.”
    “Oh, I forgot to mention that I ran into Liam. He was with Heather, but he was asking if you were dating anyone.” Jordan smirks at the idea. “Apparently he saw Matt carry you out and thought he was a jealous boyfriend. Serves him right really.”
    I snicker at the insaneness of that idea. At least something good came out of the horrible night. My head feels like a sledgehammer and reminds me why I said I wouldn’t allow myself to get wasted again.
    “I’m flying home for the weekend, but I’ll be back Sunday night,” Jordan says sadly. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to go because you were supposed to be starting your crazy ass arrangement with Professor Hottie this weekend.”
    “It’s okay. If he cancels on me, I’ll find something to do.” The probability is more than likely since he had barely spoken to me last night, but I keep this to myself. “You want to have a Nikita marathon and gorge out on pizza all day?”
    “I promised Trevor I’d meet