Thirty-eight Days Before
We all got in the car and I leaned against Greyson. With a yawn, my brothers used to tease me about saying it sounds like a crying puppy.
"You still sleepy?" He asks pecking my lips and pulling me against his lap.
"Uh excuse me sir, but you can't do that." The driver said.
Greyson growled while Tristen was across from us chuckling while looking at the files.
We're in a white limo. And it's pretty big.
"I can and I will. So chiudi la bocca cucciolo!!" Greyson spat.
I opened my eyes and sat on his lap and looked up at him grabbing his sleeve of his grey V-neck.
"Hey now, shhh." I say softly.
He was looking down at me, and I pushed his face against my neck. He kept growling the whole time, I then looked at the driver.
"I'm sorry, the prince just cares about
