A lot of things pissed Grayson off. Everyone knew that. Simple things got on his nerves that fizzled out any sort of decency that he could offer when he was annoyed. And you? You pissed off Grayson the most.

He hated your personality. He hated how attractive you were, how the only thing he could look at was your smile, and how it was you that he wanted. Not anyone else. Then it became an off-and-off relationship between Grayson and you because he needed you to know how much he truly loathed you.

"I'm sorry?" Grayson sharply turned around, interrupting what he was doing in the mirror. After you commented about the mundane grey color of his tie, he snapped.

Tugging his tie off of his neck, he smoothed it out between his hands, stepping closer to you. Grayson's steps were cold and calculated, something dangerous in the air.