Merci & Greyson, page 5
part #3 of Snatched Up By A Bad Boy Series
“Girl, is that Sawyer and his baby mama?” I tapped Apryl on the shoulder and she turned around, raised her sunglasses to help her see better, before she nodded her head.
“Girl yes, that is his fine ass. I wonder if Luca is in here too.” She began to run her hands through her long black extensions.
The couple was walking towards our direction and even I wanted to turn, but I couldn’t be that obvious. Sawyer was Greyson’s homeboy but at the end of the day, he was damn near a celebrity and my ass was geeked to see him.
As they walked over to us, Sawyer’s face scrunched up at the sight of me. He had been not liking me since he saw me one day with this guy named Richard. Richard wasn’t someone I was dating. He was just a guy that helped me whenever I felt like I was about to fall back into a deep, dark depression and revert to my old ways.
His girlfriend, who I knew to be Brynlee because of a blog, smiled at me as she pushed a buggy.
“Excuse us.” She smiled.
“My bad. Hey Sawyer.” I waved at him.
“What’s good Zella.” He tilted his head towards me.
“Aye Brynlee, did you get the stuff to bake the cake?” I heard a female’s voice call out, and coming around the corner was her, Merci.
I was hoping like hell Greyson was not with her but of course my life couldn’t go that easily. Coming behind her with a few items in his hand, he looked so good.
I could tell just that fast, he had gotten a fresh line up. His man bun was braided up, unlike when I saw him last night. I could also smell him from where I stood.
Merci was now standing like a deer in headlights when she saw me. Greyson had yet to notice that I was also inside of the store.
“Anyways, like I said, Brynlee did you get the stuff?” Merci mugged me as she walked over to where Brynlee stood.
Greyson finally looked at me, and the look on his face threw me for a loop. He was looking at me as if I disgusted him. It was another blow to the gut.
I mean, I just didn’t understand why he was getting so mad at me these days. I hated this shit. He was acting like me kissing him was a crime. We had shared millions of kisses before we broke up.
Nevertheless, he didn’t say shit to me. Instead, he walked over to Sawyer’s girl and placed the stuff in the basket.
“Damn baby, let me hold you close before a bitch try to snatch you up.” Merci taunted me as she winked before turning to grab his hand and also kiss him on the cheek.
I was feeling played and I wanted to jump on the back of her ass and choke her out. I also wanted to fight Greyson for standing there acting as if I was nobody.
Closing my eyes tightly, I began to walk away. Hoping that Apryl followed my lead, checked her shit out and we just left.
“Bitch, so you’re just going to let him play you like that? For that bitch?” she said loudly, pointing at Merci.
“Who the fuck this bitch talking to?” Brynlee spoke up before Merci did, and I just knew all hell was about to break lose in here.
Realizing that she was right, I stopped in my tracks, turned to face them and looked at Greyson, ignoring Brynlee’s statement.
“So, you didn’t see me fucking texting you?” I hissed.
“Zella, I’m telling you now to stop this fool ass shit because you will not like the fucking outcome,” Greyson warned me, but because I had Apryl next to me mumbling shit, lowkey hyping me up, I didn’t take heed to what he was saying.
“No, because what you not gon’ do is continue to play with my fucking feelings like that.” I twirled my neck and pointed my finger towards his direction.
As I stood there, I noticed that some of the people had their phones out, recording.
“Greyson, you better handle this bitch because I’m about to. I already beat her friend’s ass once and trust, I don’t mind whooping the both of them.” Merci stood with her hands on her hips and Brynlee stood right beside her, looking like she was waiting for her to say the word.
“Zella, you and this bitch take y’all asses up out of our face. I’m not about to play these games with you,” Greyson spoke calmly, but I could tell by the way his chest was rising that it was only a matter of seconds before he turned into a mad man.
See, I knew about that part of him. I didn’t know if anybody else did, but I knew how mad he could get and how he could tear up any and everything that was in his way when he was like that.
“Fuck all this shit. Bitch, let’s go, fuck him,” Apryl stated as she reached for my hand to pull me in her direction. I didn’t know she and Merci had a fight before, which had me wanting to know what for.
Shaking my head at him, I began to walk off.
“Bitch, you don’t need him. I bet his little bitch don’t know he had his lips all on you,” Apryl said, being loud enough for Merci to hear her.
“You what?” I heard Merci yell, followed by a loud slap to the face.
Turning around, I watched Merci run out of the store with her little friend Brynlee behind her.
Even though this wasn’t the plan, I couldn’t complain about it.
“Bitch, you are dead,” Greyson roared, causing the smirk I had on my face to disappear as fear crept through my whole body and made me stiff as a board.
He was huffing and puffing, his fist was balled up and he was now charging towards me. I began to back up, out of fear that he would really kill me.
I knew that when Greyson was mad, he had a one-track mind and would forget that he was in a store full of people and strangle me in front of all of them.
“Man, don’t do it. Not here.” Sawyer quickly rushed in front of him, placing his hands on his chest.
Greyson stopped, but the look he wore on his face let me know that he was coming for me.
6
Merci
Looking down at my ringing phone, I ignored Greyson’s phone call for the fifteenth time. He had been blowing me up, but I wasn’t answering. I just didn’t want to talk to him right now.
“Bitch, you sure you just don’t want to answer him and hear him out?” Brynlee questioned me as she rocked a grouchy Sai’Ann.
I was currently at her and Sawyer’s house. Granted, Greyson could just pop up here, but he didn’t know where I was. Brynlee told them that she had dropped me off at home.
I was pretty sure he had been to my house and when he saw that I wasn’t there, he probably went ape shit crazy.
Thankfully I had already laced the twins up on what to say just in case he did show up there. They hadn’t called me or anything like that, so who knows.
After almost beating that bitch’s ass at the store and slapping the hell out of Greyson, I was thankful that Brynlee and I had driven to the store together.
She and I had just finished our workout and the boys were coming from the studio, so they had just met us up there in their own cars.
“No, I don’t want to hear shit he has to say Bryn. I’m not doing this with him. I swear I’m not. I’ve been hurt and I’ve put up with shit I shouldn’t have, and I refuse to waste another minute on a fuck boy,” I spat.
“But are you thinking and speaking out of anger, or are you really done?” she asked me, and I huffed, thought about her question and took a sip of wine.
I knew I was angry, and I also knew that I didn’t want to be hurt again but a part of me didn’t want to lose Greyson. I also had to think about myself. I couldn’t lose myself and my values. After dealing with Nix and having to fight chicks off, I just couldn’t do that shit again.
“Bitch you know I beat that other hoe up, the one that was talking all that hot shit with that Zella bitch.” I shook my head and sipped more of my wine.
“The fuck. Why? How do you even know her?” Brynlee asked with a shocked expression on her face.
“Girl, my ex. I guess it’s a small world,” I stated.
Thinking about how the two of them were friends, how one fucked with my ex nigga and how the other one was currently fucking with my new nigga, I couldn’t win for losing, which was why I needed to be single because these niggas weren’t about to be playing with me. I wasn’t the one or the fucking two.
“Damn, that shit is crazy. But friend, I don’t think Grey fucks with that bitch like that. I think she was just saying that to make you mad,” Brynlee suggested and even though what she said could have had some truth behind it, I didn’t care.
“Fuck that,” I spat, gulping down the rest of the wine in my cup, when I heard a huge boom.
“The fuck is that?” Brynlee and I said in unison as we rose to our feet and rushed towards where the noise was coming from.
“Chill dawg.” Sawyer had Greyson hemmed up in the corner of the wall, that also now had a hole in it.
“Talk to him bitch. He here fucking up our shit.” Brynlee looked at me with her brows raised, before she turned and walked away with their baby girl still in her arms.
Looking at Greyson, he looked at me. He then pushed past Sawyer and came and stood in front of me. He was still breathing hard as he wore an aggravated expression.
“Your serious right now?” he growled.
“Greyson, I’m not doing this.” I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away.
“Fuck this shit,” he said out loud, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me down a long hallway inside of Sawyer’s home.
“Let me go Greyson.” I swung and hit him on the arm, but that didn’t faze him.
Instead, he continued to pull me into a room where he closed the door and locked it. Jerking away from him, I tried to go around him and leave out of the room, but he wouldn’t let me.
He stood firm and every time I tried to go around him, he moved to the side to block me from leaving out. Not to mention, Greyson was three times my size.
“Let me fucking out of here. I don’t have shit to say to you. Go be with your little ex-bitch,” I spat, pushing him in the chest.
“You done?” he asked, unbothered by me putting my hands on him.
I don’t know why, but him not showing an ounce of care caused me to go crazy. I began to swing wildly, hitting him wherever. I was mad. I was hurt, and I couldn’t believe that he would do exactly what I asked him not to do.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me Grey.” I swung.
“You promised.” I swung again, connecting with his chin.
I guess that kind of ticked him off because he swiftly picked me up and slammed me on the bed. He pinned my hands over my head and placed his lower weight on top of my legs so that I couldn’t kick him.
As I tried to squirm out of his embrace, he just remained towering over me with the calmest expression on his face.
Tired, I stopped trying to break free. I was out of breath and I realized that I wasn’t getting lose.
“Are you ready to talk like an adult?” he asked me.
“Fuck you Grey, I’m done.”
“What you say?” He scrunched up his face in this sexy ass scowl, like he was daring me to repeat what I had just let leave my mouth.
“I said fuck you. I’m done,” I bravely repeated.
“Oh really? So, you don’t care to hear my side? Is this what you are saying?” he asked.
“Fuck you Grey,” I replied confidently.
“Oh really?” He kept one hand around both of my wrists as he held them tightly.
He then reached for his belt buckle and undid it. My eyes got big as a saucer, wondering what in the fuck was he about to do with that belt.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, panicking.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, never had Greyson put his hands on me but right now, he was scaring the hell out of me.
“So, are you done with me? It’s fuck me, right? You don’t want to hear my side of the story?” he paused.
“You’re basically saying fuck how a nigga feels. Fuck the fact that bitch kissed me, huh. Fuck that fact, that I put her in her place and let her know that I wanted my girl? Fuck the fact that a nigga is actually doing right by you,” he finally finished as he looked down at me.
I didn’t know what to say. I had heard every word he had said, and I just didn’t understand why that bitch was that close to him to even kiss him.
“Like I said, fuck you Grey. That bitch shouldn’t even had been that close to you to kiss you,” I yelled.
“Oh ok. Bet,” he replied.
Greyson, in one swift motion, flipped me over, with my hands behind my back as if he was about to put handcuffs on me and take my ass to jail.
My head was now buried into the comforter. Moving my head, I began to scream for him to get the fuck off me, but he didn’t. Instead, he wrapped the belt tightly around my wrists.
“Man Merci, I love yo’ ass. I swear I do. I don’t want these bitches. I swear to you, she kissed me.” He was talking and explaining himself as he began to tug at the pair of purple Nike tights that I had on.
“What are you doing?” I questioned him.
“You said fuck me right, and that’s what I’m about to do. I’m about to fuck yo’ ass until you not mad no more. I’m about to make love to your body so good that you can’t even question my love for you. I’m tired of telling your hard headed ass, that it’s only you Merci. Fuck,” he stated.
Even though I was pissed off at him, I couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t turning me on. The way that he was handling me had me both mad and my pussy wet at the same damn time. I didn’t know if I wanted to spread my legs open for him and give him full access to the pussy or remain mad.
“Move Grey. Move… you can’t do this in these people’s house.” I tried to move from side to side but that seemed to only help him get my tights off.
Trying my best to turn to look at him, I watched as he dropped my tights to the floor and with one swift motion, he pulled at the thin lace thongs I had on and ripped them to shreds.
“I’m not worrying about them fucking people. Sawyer already know what it is. The problem is you don’t. I’m tired of fucking repeating this shit to you. Maybe this dick will knock some sense into you,” he spoke lowly as he spread my legs apart and climbed in between them.
“No Grey.”
“Be quiet Merci.” He pulled his dick out and stuffed it right inside of me.
“Fuck,” he moaned out as he began to slow stroke me.
His dick seemed to be way harder than normal. I had to close my eyes and bite down on the sheets because his slow strokes were feeling so good to me.
“Grey…” I whimpered his name as he began to pick up speed.
I could now feel him all in my stomach and even though it felt good, it was also hurting me.
“Don’t fucking talk.” He leaned over and placed his hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face further into the bed.
He was being real aggressive with me right now, but it didn’t make me want him any less. It was actually making me wetter.
“Merci, I need you start listening to daddy and understanding that I only want your ass.” His deep tone filled the room, right along with the sounds of our skin smacking together.
“Do you fucking hear me?” He placed both of his hands underneath my stomach and lifted me up a little, still delivering deep strokes that had my mouth open wide, but no words seemed to flow from my lips.
The fact that I had no control, my hands were still tied behind my back, all I could do was either bite down on my lip or on the sheets.
“Grey, fuck, why are you doing this to me?” I whined out, feeling his balls slap against me with each death stroke he delivered. It was like he would go deeper and deeper.
He had definitely fucked the attitude right up out of me. It felt like he was trying to take my soul with him.
Unwrapping the belt from my wrists, I now felt free; however, I couldn’t move because now Greyson had all his weight on top of me as he continued to fuck me.
He leaned forward and began to kiss me on my neck and make his way to my earlobe where he began nibbling.
“Is that fucking attitude gone, Merci?” he whispered into my ear, but I didn’t say anything.
“Merci,” he called my name followed by a stroke that went so deep into my guts that I screamed out.
“Ahh.” I gripped the sheets.
“Did you...” He stroked. “Fucking...” He went deeper. “Hear. Me?” He slid out and then delivered nothing but thick, hard dick.
“Yes Grey, I fucking heard you,” I yelled out.
“Answer my fucking question.” He wrapped his hands around my throat as he slid his tongue into my mouth.
“It’s gone Grey. Oh my god, it’s gone,” I replied, moving my head away from him.
I now had tears rolling down from my eyes from the orgasm that shot through my body. It was like all of my senses were tingling. So, the simple touches he planted on my body with his fingertips followed by the way he was circling his dick inside of me had my head spinning.
“Good girl.” He kissed me on the cheek.
He then leaned up and showed me no fucking mercy whatsoever. I could no longer control what my body did, the way my pussy was reacting and how fast my heart was beating.
“Fuck Merci. I swear this pussy so fucking good,” he said from behind me.
With the little bit of strength I had left, I lifted myself up, tooted my ass in the air and began to throw my ass back as he gripped the sides of my waist.
Moments later, all you could hear was me screaming out his name and him screaming out mine.
It was now the next morning and here I was still in Brynlee and Sawyer’s place. Greyson had his arm firmly around me, holding me tightly.
I had no intention on staying here. I was supposed to go home last night but I guess I got fucked so good that I passed the fuck out. I don’t even remember going to sleep.
Looking over my shoulder, Grey was still knocked out, so I slowly moved out of his embrace and tip-toed around the room picking up my clothes. I needed to go to the bathroom and pee.
After finding my clothes, I slipped them on and quietly left out of the room. Not really familiar with Sawyer’s place, I searched around the huge home until I finally found the bathroom. Quietly closing the door, not wanting to wake anyone up, I pulled my pants down and relieved my bladder.
