Speak To Me: The Easton Brothers

Chapter 8-Grayson

(Grayson)

Every step I took made that excitement swell up inside of my chest until I felt like it just might f*****g burst.

I haven't seen my Kitty Kat in so damn long. Not like this. The last time she went out was a month ago to the grocery store with Gabriella and Jamie. It's harder to follow her with Jamie close by.

I swear he has at least four bodyguards trailing behind them at all times.

But today, it's just Katrina and her soon to be stepmom, Monica, who went out.

Monica is engaged to Katrina's dad, John Kensington. I'm not exactly sure how that even happened, considering Monica is around the same age as Grant and John is in his 50's. But she seems genuine enough.

Since Katrina's mother, sister, and grandmother all died in the same fire that almost took Katrina's life, it's just her, John, and Gabriella left.

Grant might've been partially responsible for the situation, but it was Regina's mother who spread the gas and lit the match. It just so happened that Grant had his guys questioning them at the time when she did it, making the situation escalate.

After finding out that Katrina somehow survived, he decided to take things into his own hands and brought her to California... without any of her family knowing and maaaaybe faked her death in the process.

That's where I come in. I was supposed to keep Katrina under my watch until she was able to talk again.

But little did I know that I would be meeting my f*****g soul mate that day. I swear the moment she opened those green eyes and peered up at me, I knew. She was mine.

I hid the real reason why Katrina was brought to Easton Manor, enjoying her company and becoming her only friend.

But I knew Grant still wanted to get information on his birth mother, Amber, who is also Gabriella's mother. She was said to have committed suicide when Gabriella was just a small child.

Turns out that wasn't the f*****g case. Regina Kensington was the person behind it all of this time, and Katrina learned that information later on.

But after Katrina stumbled upon the reason why she was initially brought to the manor, all trust was broken between us. She believed I was using her the entire time. Convincing herself that I didn't actually have feelings for her.

In turn, she attempted to take her own life, feeling like she had been nothing but a burden to everyone. Including me.

How wrong could she be...

I can honestly say that was the worst f*****g day of my life. I watched as the most important person in the world slipped between my fingers. She couldn't even look me in the eyes after that. I tried to explain, but I saw the pain and knew keeping her there would only make it worse.

So when Katrina said she was thinking about moving to New York with her sister, I didn't fight it. I knew she needed to heal that part of her life. She needed to feel the love from her father and half-sister. She needed a family.

Sadly, I wasn't enough to fix it, and that broke my f*****g heart. I wanted to be all she needed. I wanted to be her entire world, and she mine. But I broke that trust. She didn't believe a single thing I said to her. Everything was shattered.

I could go blue in the face telling her how beautiful, funny, and kind she was, but she would think I'm lying. So I let her go, only on one condition.

I would follow her to New York without her knowing.

Obviously, I couldn't leave my girl alone. She is my entire f*****g world now. I'm just waiting for her to be ready for me. Because when I finally have her again, I am NEVER letting go. Not this time.

I almost regret doing it in the first place, but seeing her now, I can't help but feel proud of my girl.

Rounding the corner, I was just in time to catch Katrina and Monica walking through the stores double doors.

Monica had asked Katrina to go shopping with her to find a gift for the twins and Gabriella. Of course, I read all of the texts. It made things so much easier to have her phone mirrored.

She doesn't go on it very often, and I know why. She is afraid she might go back to that shallow person she was before. So the only apps she has on the phone are the ones that came with it.

Reaching up, I quickly adjusted the mask that covered the lower part of my face before straightening my baseball cap and walking forward.

Luckily, wearing masks has become a norm for society, so I don't look suspicious as hell. But maybe the baseball cap is a little much.

I look pretty damn hot in it, though. I think Katrina would appreciate the aesthetic of it all. She does have good taste. My girl is a damn fashionista, and when we are back together, I am taking her to Paris, London, Italy, all of the places she has ever wanted to go and buying everything she touches.

I know she has had a lot in her life, and those material things don't matter anymore. I still want to spoil her, though.

Slipping my hands into my black jacket, I made my move forward, ready to follow behind my girl and watch her every f*****g move like the stalker I have become.

I'm not ashamed. I'm actually embracing it. I even joked to Grant about buying a shirt that read, "In my Stalker era." He wasn't as amused as I was. But if I'm not laughing... I might just be f*****g crying.

The moment I opened the doors, I caught sight of Kitty Kat.

The funny thing about all of this is that we actually matched. I swear, this time, it wasn't on purpose either. She had on a black puffy coach jacket just like mine. But I could see underneath she wore a turtle neck, reaching just beneath her chin and her hands covered in black silk gloves.

All that was showing was her beautiful face and shoulder-length light brown hair. f**k she looked good, but deep down I felt that urge to see more.

She never hid her scars from me before. At one point, I even had her believing when I said she was beautiful. But now, I see the insecurities swirling in those big green eyes. Ones that I caused. Well, the misunderstanding that I caused.

Oh, we will fix that, Kitty Kat. One day I will strip you naked and kiss every f*****g inch of that body. Scars and all.

I watched as she walked forward, my eyes traveling to her legs as I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. She was walking perfectly.

I should've been there to help her.

I know it probably would've hindered her because I would've f*****g fawned all over her every second of the day, but I wanted to do that with every fiber of my being. I wanted to wait on her hand and foot. I wanted to fall to my knees and kiss the ground she walked on.

That's how crazy about this woman I am. And the longer we are apart, the more insane I become.

Suddenly, Katrina stopped. The way her body stiffened caused me to hold my breath as she slowly turned that pretty little head on hers right towards me.

Fuck, she already sensed me that quickly? It happens every time, but this one had to be a record.

I ducked behind a wrack of clothes, making sure only my back was facing her as I started mindlessly sifting through the items.

"Sir, can I help you with something?" Someone asked, making me jump as I snapped my head to the side, seeing a smiling older woman staring at me curiously. She must've worked here.

"Umm..." I began, glancing back at the clothes in front of me as I realized it was lace lingerie. f**k.

"Are you perhaps looking for something that your girlfriend might like? Or..." She trailed off, arching her brow as if she was insinuating something.

Looking across the store, I realized Katrina had moved on and was heading towards the dress section as a brilliant idea crossed my mind.

"Actually, see that beahful girl over there in the black jacket?" I said, making the woman follow my gaze before nodding.

"That's my girlfriend. I want you to follow her around the entire store, and whatever she touches, I am going to buy it for her."

Why wait to spoil my girl when I can start now?