Their Best Friend

Hiding Away

Grayson POV

My eyes are fixed on the phone. I’ve tried calling Sammi a few times to apologise for my actions. She never answers, though. I’ve become obsessed. Before, it was easy to go all week and not think of Sammi, but since watching that film with her and then the whole shower thing...It’s impossible.

“Gray!” Zade punches my shoulder to get my attention. “What is going on with you this week?” He sits amused, and I shrug.

“Not feeling it, that’s all.” I have to lie. I can’t say I’m jealous as hell that some guy had their tongue in his sister’s mouth, and how I wished it was me. That day, it was the last thing I expected to see. I had decided to go back and speak to her, admit that I f*****g do like her, but her brothers complicate things.

So, seeing her sitting in a car with a guy older than me and her brothers felt like a punch in the gut. After the initial shock, I walked towards the car, but they left. I should give up on her and stop thinking about her, but I can’t. Each night I wait for her to come home, but she rarely f*****g does.

Then, my mind tells me about what is happening. She isn’t home because she’s somewhere in his bed. My hands ball into fists.

“Something is going on. All week, you have been quiet and distant.” Joel’s statement is true. I can’t get her out of my head, though.

I glance at the dancers; maybe I need to distract myself rather than try to forget about her by not obsessing.

“Anyone would think it’s your funeral, not your f*****g birthday.” Jax laughs, and he’s not wrong. I need to stop obsessing and accept she has a guy. One who isn’t forbidden and can work. I can’t. “Have you spoken to Sammi yet about the guy?”

Zade groans, and his head falls back. “I caught her f*****g sneaking in last night like a kid who wasn’t supposed to be out. She’s been coming through the back. She’s happy, smiling like a maniac. I did all I could, told her to stay safe, and contact me if she had issues.”

“All she told us was the new guy owned a business, and she would one day let us meet him, but not yet,” Zak chuckles. “Anyone would think she’s scared of letting us meet him; you saw him; you know more than us.”

Sighing, I nod. “I saw a guy in his thirties before the car left. I was just wondering if she had finally stopped hiding.” I laugh, trying to make it sound like I don’t care. “You will no doubt have another spare room soon, then.”

They laugh, but I hate that thought. “Yeah, well, she’s hardly home these days, so it wouldn’t come as a shock,” Zade mutters, but he looks hurt. I get it; she wants her own life, but to ignore them and act like no one else matters?

Shit! I need to stop. “We need to re-plan my birthday for when I can actually f*****g drink,” I complain.

“And we’re to blame? It’s you who decided to be ill and have to be on antibiotics for your birthday.” Zade laughs, and he’s not wrong. “So, we will drink for you,” he smirks, and I groan. “At least you can still f**k women; it’s not an entire flop of a birthday.”

He’s not wrong, and right now, I’m wondering if that’s what I need. I’m obsessed with Sammi and barely pay attention to anyone all week. Maybe had I stuck to my usual routine, I wouldn’t be so obsessed because I would have been f*****g some other woman and not care about what she was doing.

Shit! I’m back to thinking about Sammi. “How the f**k do you get rid of an obsession that you can’t do anything about?” I grumble, and Zak laughs.

“Accept you can’t do anything. Walk away from whatever the obsession is and find a new obsession.”

Find a new obsession. I glance around, looking at the women dancing.

“Like that, the women will stop you sulking over not being able to drink,” Joel chuckles. He’s got no idea. I didn’t mean an obsession with drinking. I meant for Sammi. The night passes, and I watch as they dance and flirt with women. Zade stops beside the table and places down his phone.

“You’re drunk, so much for not going too far.” I sit amused, and he nods.

“Well, I had to drink for you, remember? I was expecting that call from Mr Whatever his name is; you know the business.” He grins and pushes the phone toward me.

“Guess I’ll also work on my birthday night out,” I laugh in disbelief. “Enjoy your night. I’ll leave the phone in the kitchen,” I explain. He nods and taps my shoulder before walking off with a woman.

“Hey,“ a woman slides into the seat beside me and smiles. “Your friends stole my friends,“ she points, and I laugh.

At least this time, they each have their own woman rather than sharing one for the night. “I’m not going to be much fun tonight,” I smile at her.

“But he said it was your birthday?” She points towards where Zade is. She moves closer, pushing her body into mine. “He said I could try to cheer you up because it’s not going well.” She kisses my neck before climbing onto my lap.

I kiss her, and she grinds against me. A moment later, she stands and grips my hand, pulling me out of the back of the club. Her lips crush against mine, and my hands feel across her body as her hand pushes into my jeans and grips my c**k.

Right now, I should feel something. I f*****g don’t. I feel nothing. My hands pull her closer as I try to force myself to feel something for her, but I fail. Instead, I see f*****g Sammi in my mind. This s**t isn’t working. Why the hell did I sit and watch that film with her?

The ringing makes me step back and take out Zade’s phone. My heart stops when I see the screen. The woman tries to kiss me, and I push her away. Turning, I walk off and hit answer. I’ve not heard Sammi’s voice in nearly a week, and I hate to admit it, but I miss it.

The happiness I feel and the smile that creeps onto my face from knowing I will talk to her crashes as soon as I hear her sob.

“Zade!” she cries down the phone. “Can you come to get me, please? I’m hiding in the toilets.” her words are sobbed and my heart rips apart.