Chapter 32 Pain and Pleasure
Quinn's POV
Even though I ended up having rough and quick sex like before, I never had any regrets challenging Grayson. Because in the end I knew that the reason he ignored me wasn't because of May, but because of something else. Because of his mother.
Matching what I saw and what I heard, it seemed Grayson's confession was true. I had also never heard of a Grayson family member marrying an ordinary human. So it made sense that his mother would be surprised to see me.
Because I don't think it's possible for Grayson's mother not to smell something suspicious between me and her son especially since she has sharper instincts as a werewolf. That finally also made me understand why she could laugh with May, it was none other than because May was also a werewolf.
In fact, although humans and werewolves have coexisted, there are still families that consider humans inferior to werewolves. One of them that I have met is Grayson’s family itself.
I know myself too. I realized I was just his coworker and I didn't want to expect more.
I put up a wall as high as Grayson's penthouse and I'll keep it that way until the end.
"You daydream all the time like you have a lot on your mind."
I gasp but try to remain calm. I saw him carrying a medicine box which he finally placed on the table.
Grayson then pulled out a chair and brought it in front of me. He sat there while patting his thighs. "Put your legs up here."
I widened my eyes. I couldn't understand him telling me to come to his penthouse to have sex again? I mean just this afternoon we did it at the arena.
"What do you want?"
"Treat your blisters."
He brought my legs up to his thighs, spread them and then pulled my panties down to my knees. "It needs to be treated so you don't scream in pain when we do it again the day before the game."
Grayson was right. I should treat it and keep it in good shape because in a few days I should be able to satisfy him before the game.
"Then I'll do it myself,” I said rather loudly.
"Who says you can't?" He started taking the gel ointment out of the tube, putting it on his index finger. "I want to do it because you can't see as much detail as me right now."
I let out a resigned sigh. If I argued or resisted, he would do it anyway.
So instead of arguing, I relaxed my back against the couch and closed my eyes.
I started to feel something cold touching mine. Then it moved inward until it touched my clit. After a few moments of silence, it moved around.
I knew I shouldn't be aroused at a time like this, but I couldn't control it. All I could do was bite my inner lips while holding myself back from shaking.
Grayson then pulled his finger out. He placed the ointment on the outer area very slowly like it was intentional. That made me open my eyes. I saw him watching the area intensely.
"That's enough," I said quietly. I think he had treated all the areas.
But he still hadn't moved his finger, instead massaging mine slowly. The massage then sent my legs into a momentary turmoil. It felt tingly and comfortable at the same time.
When he withdrew his hand, I could finally breathe freely.
But instead of putting my panties back on, Grayson took it off. He squeezed it and then stood up. "You don't need it, at least right now. Let the ointment soak in first."
Oh my gosh, I'm not sure I'll be okay because even now the cold air touches it gently. I'm worried that it will make me come out without me wanting to.
So I walked slowly while keeping my legs together. I picked up the blanket and wrapped it around my body. It's much better now.
"Come here." Grayson patted the empty spot next to him.
I obeyed, walked over and sat next to him. Then he turned on the TV, playing a news report that turned out to be about his family's company, Talon Group.
The news clearly displayed the company and its current president, his father, whose face was blurred. The news discussed how Talon Group would face challenges in the future if the company lost its successor. Then Grayson's face was clearly displayed.
The photo of Grayson shown was taken from his last game. Then they started discussing how Grayson rejected the position that was offered to him in the future.
I saw him right away. "Why are you showing that to me?" I was very curious and eager to know.
Grayson then changed the channel to a variety show. He looked at me and put his index finger on my nose. "I just want you to know that I'm not going to take that position. I won't sacrifice anyone for that position."
I honestly didn't understand what Grayson meant, especially who was being sacrificed for that position. But one thing I do know and that makes me relieved, he will never abandon his dream.
"Owen, if you come again to bother me, then I'll-"
I stopped myself when I turned around and saw that the customer who came in was not Owen, but a middle-aged man in sporty clothes. Just like the general manager's style.
"I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone I knew. I apologize again, sir."
"Take it easy. I may have startled you," he said with a friendly smile.
I was honestly embarrassed. It's because of Owen who also visited this shop yesterday and surprised me. So that's why I thought that this man was Owen.
"Can I help you?" I asked cautiously. Because he didn't leave my side.
"You're Quinn, right? Can we talk? I promise I won't be long."
Wait, how did he know my name and even my profession?
Obviously he wasn't Frost Maple staff, nor was he someone I hadn't met before. One thing is for sure, he must have found out about me. The question is, who is he?
"I know you have a lot of questions. I'll answer them if you take your time."
I looked at my phone. "I can't right now. I have to wait for my coworker to come to replace me."
Right after I cowered, the store bell rang. The coworker I was referring to arrived. She also looked a bit confused seeing us.
"Fine, wait outside for a moment," I broke off then.
The man then walked out of the store. While I went straight to my coworker and took off my uniform vest.
"Sorry I'm in a hurry. I've already taken care of everything. Please help me keep this vest. Thank you, love you"
I didn't wait for her answer because I knew she would ask more questions. So I darted straight to the man.
The man seemed to be busy with his phone. He didn't even notice my presence until I cleared my throat. Only then did he put his phone into his pocket.
"Oh right, you must be confused about who I am. I'm Martin, the manager of White Tiger." He extended his hand for a handshake.