The relationship between you and Grayson had always been difficult. You were a family friend. One that had always been secretly obsessed with Grayson. When he showed a physical attraction, you took him up on it.

That was 9 months ago. You two still had no label. It was all a secret. You wanted to push him but he already wasn't into relationships, and he had become very open to you. The hangouts progressed to not just physicality, but more. Actually talking. You two were in a great spot.

It was late, when your phone began to buzz like crazy. You were sat, alone, in your small cabin on the far end of the Hawthorne property that the brothers had given you for your 17th birthday. You ended up moving into it. Grayson was busy with something he had told you. So you curiously picked up your phone. Unlocking it.

Pages and articles of the title: Grayson Hawthorne Secret Affair? published everywhere. Your eyes widened at you saw pictures taken of the two of you in public. Some were intimate. You two smiling at one another. Never too close but clearly more than friends.

You knew Grayson. He was already so stubborn about keeping his tough facade. This.. This would not be good. You didn't want him to end anything. Panic was setting in.

Before you knew it your car was in-front of the mansion and you were running up the stairs to his wing. You swung into his hallway. He was already pacing down the hall. Hand in his hair. Messed up and scrolling erratically. You had to say something.