You swim? Grayson Hawthorne X OC

13

"I look like a doll." I mumble, as I stare at my reflection.

"Good or bad?" Bonnie asks, looking at my billionaire auction outfit.

I shrug: "Good, as I like playing dress up with my clothes. Bad, because it's not for me, but because of other people."

"Then think of this as just for you." Alisa nods, walking in smiling widely. I'm glad one of us was happy.

"Grayson is waiting in the car." I nod, walking down with John on my tail. Once we make it outside, he opens one of the car doors for me.

I thank him and tell him not to do it, as there's no need. But he seems to like it. Whatever....bodyguard I guess.

I climb in and as Alisa had said, Grayson's there in an all black suit, which look like it cost thousands. Which it probably did.

"Afternoon." he nods, as I put my seatbelt on.

"Hello." I greet back.

"How long will the drive be?" Grayson asks John, who starts setting up the navigation system.

"One hour. We're going up north."

"Lovely." Grayson mutters, making me raise an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with the north?" I ask confused, though he just laughs sarcastically.

"I'm a Texan, hun. Take a guess."

"Of course." I shake my head with a laugh. This'll be fun.

*

"Alright, you know how the etiquette works. I get out, I come to your door, open it, then you come out, then we walk forwards towards the two large doors. The butlers will open the doors for us, then we walk in. Got it?" Grayson does a quick run through, once we're almost there.

I nod hoping it's as simple as he says.

"You've got this." he nods, taking my hand and squeezing it. He seems more nervous for me, than I am for myself.

"Alright we're here." John tells us. I nod, as Grayson gets out of the SUV, after making sure his suit wasn't wrinkled. I swear he would've made us turn around, if it was.

He makes it onto my side and I brace myself for the flashing lights, as soon as the doors open, I step outside. The flashes are blinding but I luckily had Libby flash a light in my face for 20minutes straight just to prepare myself.

Grayson placed his hand on my back, I almost go stiff, but I try to remind myself to walk. I smile and nod at the cameras, as we walk towards the big doors Grayson was talking about.

„Good evening Mr. Hawthorne and Ms. Cege." the security guard at the door nods and open up one of the doors.

Grayson keeps his hand firmly on my back, making sure we get inside, without having me faint. Once the doors are closed and we're left with ‚only billionaires', as Grayson would say, he takes his hand off my back turning in a circle to check the building.

„You alright?" he finally asks, as I just stare into space.

„Decent." I reply not really wanting to be here anymore.

„How did you prepare yourself for the lights? You seemed to be fine." he tells me, as I just chuckle.

„I had Libby flash a light in my eyes for about 20minutes straight."

I swear I see him crack a smile, though he just decides to let out a chuckle.

„That's ridiculous." he shakes his head, though I just roll my eyes.