Grey barged into her room, held her hand, and turned to her, "You smell of alcohol, take your bath and rest" he let go of her hand, and to his surprise, Prisca wrapped her arms around his neck dragging him closer to her.
"Do you want to leave me Grey" she whispered at him giving him the cutest expression ever.
Grey couldn't help but stare at her, she is beautiful, he can't deny that and the effect she has on him by dragging him so close to her was deeply affecting him in a way he doesn't understand.
"You are drunk Prisca, you need to sleep" he replied nonchalantly and tried to let go of her arms around his neck but Prisca Held him tight not letting go.
"Do not leave Grey, I need you" she whispered to him with their eyes locked, her lips almost close to his.
Grey stood still not saying a word, he could feel his blood run violently through his veins, and the need to have her was so gracious. No way, this is his step-sister, he knows that he feels somehow attracted to her, he can't deny that fact but she is drunk as he knows that if she should realize what she is doing, she will be so mad at him herself.
"You need to go to bed Prisca, do not make things hard for yourself" he replied sternly and tried to let go of her grip again but this time, it was so firm around him.
He looked up and he could see her eyes, a look of want filled her face and he wondered what was going on.
"But I don't want to go to bed, Grey, I want to be with you" she whispered to him, her eyes not leaving him as the feeling of great love overwhelmed them.
"You need to rest and stop speaking gibberish because clearly, you don't know what you are saying" he let go of her arm and turned around to leave.
Suddenly, he heard a crash behind him, Grey quickly looked back and was shocked to see Prisca laying lifeless on the ground.
"Prisca!" He screamed and ran towards her, wrapped his arms around her, and tried to wake her up.
"Prisca!" he called her passionately to his shock as he couldn't understand why he cares so much for her, the same girl he wanted to hate, her and her mother for taking away his late mother's position.
"Prisca" he called her again but still no reply. Now he knows that she must have passed out due to her excessive drinking.
He carried her in his arms, his eyes fixed on her face as he carefully laid her on the bed.
Grey watched her not knowing what to do, she needed to bathe but he cannot afford to stare at her naked body, he might lose control of himself and he doesn't want such. He glanced down to her foot, saw her heels, walked over, and gently removed them.
With another glance at her passed-out body, he walked out of her room not daring to stay another minute staring at her.
Prisca yawned tiredly, it felt like thousands of soldiers were having combat in her head which made her feel so much pain. Slowly, she opened her eyes and was surprised to find herself in her room. She scanned around her room wondering how she got in but no explanation was given to her.
Confused, she looked down and was grateful that she still has her clothes from last night on but her heels were missing from her feet.
Prisca Glanced at the door, back at her dress, and down to her heels with so much uncertainty yielding fruits inside of her.
She got down from her bed with her banging head and hair which scattered in different directions. Knowing that Grey is the only one present in the house with her, she couldn't help but wonder if he is the one that helped her get on her bed.
Not able to hold it all inside of her, she got out of her room with her fingers rubbing her head gently. She walked down the stairs in search of a maid that could give her some painkillers just to ease the pain she was feeling but she came across none on her way.
She climbed the stairs and her eyes got fixed on Grey who sat on a couch with his eyes fixed on the TV set. Prisca stared at him, his bareless chest stared right back to her face and she couldn't help but stare as she walked down the stairs.
She studied his body, the tattoos on it were exceptional along with his abs and broad shoulders which made him look like the real bad boy he is.
"I can see that you are awake now," he said to her not turning to have a look at her, his gaze still fixed on the TV set.
"There are some painkillers on the kitchen counter, take them for your headache" he added, still not turning his gaze at her as he had his whole attention on whatever movie he was watching.
Prisca didn't say a word but she couldn't help but wonder if he had the answers to why she found herself on her bed.
If he does have the answer, she is grateful that her clothes are still intact because the only thing she can remember was leaving the house to a nearby strip club where she met a man who wanted to lay with her but she is certain that she didn't have sex with the man.
Ignoring her thoughts, she went into the kitchen and took the painkillers along with warm water. Then she headed back to the sitting room and watched Grey who sat still not daring to look at her.
"What do you want?" He asked sharply at her.
"I just want answers"
"To what?" He inquired.
"To my questions of course" Prisca raised an eyebrow at him with folded arms.
"Go to your room child, I don't have any answer to any question you might want to ask" Grey replied nonchalantly, still not looking at her.
"I will ask if you want to listen or not" she stated sharply, not minding his arrogant behavior towards her.
"I want to know what the hell happened last night because if you tell me that you don't know about anything, then you must be lying because you do know".
Grey finally turned to her, he noticed that she still had the clothes from last night on her.
"Know what?" He raised an eyebrow.
Prisca squeezed her face with a frown, "Listen, guy, I woke up with a terrible headache, I came downstairs, and without even letting you know what is wrong with me, you informed me that there are painkillers waiting patiently for me at the kitchen counter. If you don't know anything Grey, you will not have some painkillers waiting for me for no reason" she pointed out sharply not giving him any reason to lie to her face.