Grayson's eyes widened as the wretched wine he was drinking spilled into your outfit as he apologized as something sinister clicked between the both of them, spending the rest of the gala together.

It was everything as a relationship, it was the most picture perfect relationship, there was absolutely no way that something could come in between you. Until it did.

Conversations turned to arguments, you stopped sleeping in his room regularly, stopped meeting up under the stairs at night or at the pool, and there were even circulations about Grayson being with someone else.

"For the last time," he clenched his jaw, said the words through his teeth. "I'm not seeing anyone else, you know that I wouldn't." It started as a conversation, into an argument, and he was getting sick of it all.