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“That’s not what’s important. Anyways, I don't know what I want. I've never felt this confused about something before in my life,” I said. I couldn't lie to my own mother, she would see right through it.

She knew me too well.

“It is, Greyson, and you know it. Bring her over, let me get to know her. I promise I won’t embarrass you too terribly. Okay, well, a little.”

“Alright.”

“Besides, I want to assess her myself. I really don’t believe you when you say she doesn’t want you. How could any woman resist my son?” Her voice filled with defensive pride. “I don’t believe you.”

“See you soon, mom,” I said then I hung up the phone.

She didn’t see the way Joanna cried when confronted with the truth of what was going to happen. The anger in her eyes when she saw me. The way she demanded to be her own woman. She saw the man I really was. The monster.

There was no way this woman wanted to be with me. Unless it was in the bedroom. Well, that was how I was going to have to convince her. Fuck her into submission. But right now I had to wake her up and do the one thing I really didn’t want to.

Let her meet my parents.





Chapter Nine





Joanna



“Are you sure I look okay?” I’d barely had any time to find my clothing, so I threw on a pair of dark jeans and the first respectable top I could find. It was light and floral and pretty enough. All my life was in disarray, but especially my clothing.

They were still in boxes in the bedroom next to my dresser. I still couldn’t believe that they moved all of my stuff in the course of a few hours. And without my permission.

But it was the Fitzgerald family, and I was sure if anyone could do it, they could.

“You look perfect. Besides, my mom intends to put you to work. She told me herself.” Greyson’s eyes were still half lidded as he looked at me, the want on his face clearly evident. I saw the lust in his eyes, and the only thing I wanted was to tell him to turn around and take me back to his place.

To bury himself inside of me again and again.

I swallowed. Hard. It was going to be a long, and most likely embarrassing night. I had to play the part of a willing participant in all of this, and Greyson was going to have to act like he wanted it too.

I knew he didn’t, even if he did want one thing. My body.

“Are you seriously going to stare at me like that all night? It’s going to get creepy,” I joked, making sure to keep my voice light.

He didn’t find it funny. Instead, he just turned away clenched his jaw and adjusted his jacket.

I’d never seen the man in anything but a tie and suit before and looking at him now was so strange. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a black v-neck shirt, and a leather jacket. It was casual, for him, but still completely put together and totally sexy. Not to mention entirely foreign to my eyes.

All I wanted to do was devour him.

Get it together. I chided myself. I knew it wasn’t the time to let any of my emotions spill out. I couldn’t let him see how much I wanted him, how much I wanted all of him.

I'd never seen this side of him before, and I wanted to explore it. But I couldn’t. If I let any of my walls down it would get ugly.

And I wasn’t about to let that happen.

This was nothing more than an intelligence gathering. Any information I got here would be useful to my uncle, and it would get him off my back. It would get him off my father’s back.

All I had was my father. I didn't have a family like Greyson did. I didn't have people who wanted me to come to dinner, who loved me.

We must’ve been in Severna Park by now, I could tell by the change in house style and the sprawling expanse of yards. It was a wealthy part of the county, but still relatively close to Annapolis and Baltimore. The way the homes grew in size and the yards grew in expanse I knew we were out of the city and into the suburbs.

Damn, these houses were gorgeous. Not every single one of them was a mansion, but they were all well kept and nice. Nothing like the apartments I grew up in. Glen Burnie had nice areas, but I wasn’t in one of them growing up. I looked up at them with big eyes and tried to imagine what life would've been like growing up here.

No, I just couldn’t imagine it.

My mom took off a long time ago, and life with my dad wasn’t exactly easy. He was drunk most of the time and depressed even when he wasn’t. I didn’t want for things, but only because my uncle did send care packages.

Who knew that all his generosity would come at such a steep price?

We pulled into a long drive and eventually ended up at the end of it where a large brick home stood. It wasn’t grand by any stretch of the imagination, but it was large and simple. A two-floor brick home with expansive windows and separate garage.