A Little Bit Married

Don't Tell Anyone

Gray sat in the car with me, his eyes closed tight. He wasn't saying anything, and I was too broken inside to start a conversation. I met his eyes as I looked up, and they were just as emotionless as always, the dark grey of his eyes swirling around nothing when that of others swirled with emotions.

I bit down on my lips, then sighed. "What are you going to do about Samantha?"

He turned to me, his eyes holding mine. "And what about her?"

"She is back now. Single. She was probably expecting you to be, too."

"Well, I am not," he said, slowly raising his hand to show me his wedding band. The one I had put on his hand at gun point. The one that I had been compelled to wear on him.

"This is not my place, Gray. She... she needs you. I know she will. And no matter what, she must still feel something for you. Maybe very little, but still. I could go back to my apartment and live with myself. Maybe. But Samantha is in so much pain, and losing you too would be too much."

He sighed and slowly laid back on the seat, his head slightly tilted upwards. "I watched my parents burn to death when I was much younger, Evangeline. I heard their screams till they couldn't scream anymore, and I assumed their company the very next day so no one would take it away from us. You don't get to teach me about pain. I have made up my mind. I am not taking Samantha back."

He slowly opened his eyes, then met mine. I let my eyes slowly dart across from his, and he turned away again.

"We are going home," he said, then leaned forward and pushed the ignition button.

Before he could pull out of the hospital premises, however, he stopped, his brows furrowing as another car came in.

I followed his line of sight, just in time to see Aunt Maurine step out of her car. She immediately started to walk to the small flight of stairs that led to the main entrance.

"Aunt Maurine?" I said, my eyes squinting, a small, sharp pain piercing through as I did.

Before I could say another word, Gray walked out of the car and briskly covered the distance to her. He grabbed her arm just before she reached the stairs, his eyes wide.

Seeing how adamant she was about Samantha, I could almost tell what she was doing here. I got out of the car and ran to them, my lips parting.

"I said, let me go, Gray!"

"What do you want to do? I have forbidden everyone from even seeing that woman in there. She means nothing to us, and she never will."

"I don't care what you say. She is the woman you should have married and not this w*****g gold digger right here. I am going in there, and I am seeing her, and I am bringing her back to the mansion like someone who has a family!"

"Have you forgotten whose name is on that mansion? On the papers, on the deeds? I make the decisions regarding who will be in that house, and if I have to throw you out, then I shall."

She fumed hard but said nothing as he let go of her hand roughly. He grabbed my hand and then led me back to the car. He opened the door, and I immediately got in, my eyes fixed on Aunt Maurine, who stood frozen on the spot, her chest heaving hard.

Just as Gray backed out, however, she walked upstairs and promptly disappeared into the hospital. Gray and I did not say a word to each other until we got back home. I walked in front of him, and he suddenly closed the door behind me.

"Bring Lydia. Ask her to lock every door and hand the keys back to me."

My lips parted as I watched him, my chest heaving lightly. He walked past and went upstairs, his steps brisk and long.

I watched an elderly woman go around the house, locking every skngle entrance. Once she was done, she walked up to me.

"Could you please give these to Sir Gray?"

I swallowed. I didn't exactly want to get involved with the entire thing, but she looked like going up the stairs would be a hassle for her. I sighed, then nodded, collecting the keys from her.

I slowly turned towards the stairs and slowly ascended, my lips sucked in between my teeth.

Gray was shirtless when I came up, his shirt, jacket and tie lying around on the floor and the bed, his hair slightly dishevelled.

One thing I would give to Gray is that he did know how to look calm no matter how great the storms inside him were. And they seemed very turbulent, those storms.

I slowly picked up the clothes strewn around, then slowly walked up to where he was standing in front of the mirror.

I gently dropped the keys, then lifted my eyes to him. "Here are the keys, Gray."

He didn't reply, his eyes slowly closing, his lips sucked in between his teeth.

"I am sorry about your parents. I lost both of mine merely a year between each other, and I may not understand the helplessness, but I do understand the loss. And I am very sorry for your loss."

He didn't reply still, and I slowly turned away, my head hanging low. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm, stopping me in place, his eyes meeting mine as I turned to him.

"Gray?" I said, my voice low, confusion filling me.

He suddenly pulled me to him, his hand wrapping tightly around my waist, the other cupping the nape of my neck.

I let go of the clothes, my brows furrowed, my chest slightly heaving.

"Just stay here for a moment," he whispered, his voice low. "And don't tell anyone."