Greyson has been restless ever since the night at the parking lot with Emeralde. She has been ignoring his calls.
Him.
His calls went unanswered. His messages were left on read. Even when she replied, it was always short. Cold. Distant.
It wasn't like her.
Who was he kidding? He had hardly spoken to her after the night at the club.
But this time, it was driving him insane.
He got a taste of her lips in the parking lot. He felt the warmth of her skin on his.
He'd be damned if she thought he was going to let her go.
So when he found out she was on the other side of the city for an acting schedule, he made up his mind.
An hour later, his car rolled to a stop outside the studio building.
He stepped out with a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other.
Ridiculous.
He looked ridiculous.
However, it was for Emy, and he's ready to do questionable things for her.
He walked in.
Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with movement. People walked around with clipboards, makeup kits, camera lenses, and bottled water. Voices overlapped. Lights shone too brightly.
Then he saw her. Standing elegantly in front of the photographer.
"Take five," he said
Emeralde nodded her head, and she turned to face her assistant.
"What's my next appointment?"
Emerlade stepped away from the set. Her assistant rushed towards her with a bottle of water.
"Nothing for today. Your next appointment is in three days."
Emeralde exhaled softly. "Good. I need a break."
That was when she turned.
And she saw him.
Her eyes dropped to the bouquet first. Then chocolates.
Greyson froze in his steps when she looked at him.
He walked towards her. His steps were calculated. He didn't want to mess this up.
"Hi," he greeted.
Emeralde looked at him, then the flowers and chocolate in his hands.
Her face didn't change
"You can leave, Oli."
Oli looked between both of them, then quietly left.
The second they were left alone, Emeralde turned and started walking away.
"Emy."
She didn't stop.
Greyson reached for her arm before she could take another step.
That made her stop.
Slowly, she looked down at his hand on her arm.
Then she looked at him.
One brow raised.
Greyson quickly let go.
" Sorry, I brought you these," he said
He held the flowers and the chocolates for her.
Emeralde stared at them.
" Thank you," she muttered.
His eyes lit up. But it darkened when he heard the next words.
"I don't want them."
Greyson's grip tightened around the flowers and chocolates.
He clenched and unclenched his jaw.
He plastered a smile on his face.
"It's fine if you don't want them," he said.
"At least answer my calls and texts."
Emeralde looked at him.
"You want my attention that badly?"
"Yes," Greyson said without hesitation.
"I want your attention."
Emeralde's breath hitched.
Greyson dropped the chocolate and flowers onto the table and closed the distance between them. He held her shoulders firmly.
"Listen to me, Emy. I always get what I want."
His gaze dropped to her lips before returning to her face.
"And right now I want you."
Emeralde's jaw tightened.
"I'm not some trophy, Greyson," she snapped.
"Get over that night. It was a mistake."
Greyson scoffed and let go of her shoulders. He dragged a hand down his face.
"It wasn't a mistake to me, Emeralde. It was something." his voice dropped.
"Emeralde, it's time," the photographer said.
Emeralde sighed sharply.
"We'll talk later," she said as she turned her back on him.
"I'll wait."
She stopped in her tracks, and without looking at him," she said.
"Suit yourself."