Savage's

CHAPTER 17

*Daisy*

I heard Gray yelling at Alexa, and I felt partially responsible. It wasn't just her decision, it was mine too, but I doubt he'll care. I may not know Gray very well, but I could tell there was no changing his mind. We should have known better, considering the situation, and now we must pay the price.

As I waited in the bedroom, I heard someone approaching the door. I held my breath, waiting to find out who it was, and suddenly the door opened. It was Alexa, with a tender smile on her face. I sighed, as she shut the door, and walked over to give me a hug. I wasn't sure why, but I felt like crying.

"He's not mad, honey," She assured me, "He's afraid."

"I understand," I nodded, sniffling, "I just don't want to make him upset."

"I can tell," She giggled, biting her lip.

"It's just, he's done nothing but help me... when initially I thought he'd do the opposite. I want to show him my gratitude." I admitted.

"That's very noble of you," Alexa smiled, "I'm sure he'll appreciate hearing that."

"I'm just going to hang up some clothes." I said, pulling my clothes out of the shopping bags.

"Okay, dinner is ready for whenever you want it. We'll all be downstairs." She said, leaving the room.

I wasn't even sure where the dinning room was, but that wasn't a concern at the moment. I took my time hanging up my clothes, because I wanted to prepare myself to face Gray. I stood in the closet, staring at my clothes, and then at all of his suits. I couldn't help but shuffle through them, admiring his taste. An image of him appeared in my head, wearing each suit I was looking at, and I found myself smiling.

"Do you like that one?" Gray asked, leaning against the frame of the closet doorway.

I jumped, and stared at him with wide eyes. "Uh-- yeah..."

"Do you need help hanging up your clothes?" He asked, as his deep blue eyes searched for another article of clothing.

"No, this was the last one." I smiled, admiring his handsome face.

"Ready for dinner?" He asked, smirking crookedly.

"Y-yes." I stuttered, following him downstairs.

As we neared the dinning room, I felt my body temperature start to raise, and my palms began to sweat. It's that sensation again, the one I always get when I'm around Gray for too long. Part of me enjoys it, but the other half is reminded of the other men that gave a similiar feeling. With that memory fogging up my brain, my once elation turned into repulsion.

Fran served me a plate of pork, with steamed vegtables, as well as a salad. I sat silently at the table with Gray, Alexa, Alistair, Fran, and another man I hadn't met yet. The new man had shaggy blonde hair that was pushed back behind his ears. I stared at him, without realizing how obvious I was being.

"Hello," The man waved at me with an uncomfortable smile.

"Daisy, this is Shwinn, he'll be staying with us for a while." Gray introduced us, pointing to the man with blonde hair.

"Hi." I muttered, smiling with embarrassment.

"So I have some news for everyone," Gray announced, "We'll be moving into a new house, immediately. I have professionals who will help with packing, as well as moving itself. No one has to pack anything, other than their own belongings. I'm hoping to be out of here by the end of next week, if possible."

"Five days?" Alexa blurted, almost choking on her drink.

"Six," Gray nodded, "Today is Saturday, tomorrow makes six full days."

"I can help pack some of your things too, you know?" Alexa chuckled.

"I know, but it won't be necessary. I'm paying people for that." Gray smiled, sipping his drink.

"Why are we moving?" I asked, my voice sounding so frail compared to everyone else.

"Because, this penthouse is too small for all of us, and I wanted something with more security." Gray responded.

I nodded, and kept to myself for the remainder of dinner. Once everyone was finished, we went our seperate ways. I noticed Gray going to a room near the living room area, and I went back upstairs. There wasn't much to do, and it was getting late, so I decided to change into pajamas and get ready for bed.

I turned on the TV, found my new favorite show, and got snuggled up under the covers. It was weird to picture myself like this, when not too long ago my body was being sold for s*x to unsavory men. I was extremely thankful, but also oddly culpable. There was still a lot of emotions for me to shuffle through, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with Gray around. He was a distraction, one that led me to feel even more emotions.

After several episodes, I started to doze off, until I saw a dark figure standing in the doorway. I jumped up in bed, startled, until Gray rushed to my side instantly. The second he placed his hand on my shoulder, I jerked away from him, and stared up into his eyes in fear. I don't know why, but it was instinct to prepare myself to be slapped or punched.

"Whoa, whoa..." Gray whispered, with a look of dismay, "It's okay..."

"I'm sorry-" I started to apologize, until he interrupted.

"Stop apologizing for s**t that isn't necessary." He sternly snorted.

"Sor--" I almost did it again, and bit my lip, "Okay..."

"And stop doing that!" Gray sighed, turning away from me, walking back towards the door.

"Doing what?" I asked, puzzled.

"Nothing- I'm sorry I scared you." He replied, flustered.

"I was just half asleep..." I said, trying to cover for my overreaction.

"Right," He smirked, rolling up his sleeves, "Well, get some rest."

I stared at his forearms, noticing for the first time that they're covered in tattoos. How did I not realize this when I saw him without a shirt on? I felt the air escape my lungs, but I was too distracted to take another breath in. I was utterly captivated by this sudden revelation, and realized he was still standing there, waiting for a response.

"Goodnight, Gray." I whispered, not taking my eyes off his arms.

"Goodnight, Daisy." He whispered, exiting the room.

I finally took a deep breath in, and knew I was in trouble. If this continues, me finding him attractive, it could end up really bad for me... I just know it. Yet, I can't help but crave more. I want his attention, I want to learn more about him, and fuck... I want to know if he has anymore tattoos.