Where'd all the time go by Dr Dog

Where'd all the time go, it's starting to fly.

I'm currently being suffocated by the costume designer tightening my corset until I physically can't breathe. Tonight marks a year since Tobias Hawthorne's will was read, the day we came here, also known as the day Avery receives her incredulous quantity of inheritance. We're having a party, as per Xander's request, but it's secluded to just a small group of us.

I'm wearing a pale pink that flows angelically like a princess dress straight from a fairytale. The constricted bodice clings around my stomach, enunciating my breasts. The dress is a low décolletage with no straps. The skirt is a long and thick bouffant materials. Small flower designs trail down the dress like a garden.

My blonde hair is curled and left down, gold jewellery covering my skin, but the most important piece is Toby and my Mom's chain necklace.

I don't know how Avery does it, she once again looks astonishingly gorgeous in her red ball gown. Velvet that fits tight around her waist but puffed out around the hips. Her lips match the dress and her hair is pinned into a top of head bun with a few loose hairs.

Libby is wearing a dark blue dress that's more straight and flowing than Avery's large one. It's got long lace off the shoulder sleeves, luxurious flower patterns and expensive looking feathers. Her hair is half pinned back and her makeup is incredible.

Max is wearing a gorgeous sage green dress, pastel butterflies and flowers adding an extra pop. The sleeves of the dress are thin straps tied into bows. Her makeup matches the look, her raven hair coiled into bouncy curls.

The four of us head down to the foyer where all the boys are. It's a small gathering, no paparazzi or media, well technically there is. Avery hired a photographer to take paparazzi photos of us all night for memories, except we know the photos aren't going anywhere so for once i'm not scared around cameras.

We drift down the stairs, the guys scanning us up and down. Grayson's eyes undoubtably wander, and when I get down he opens his mouth to tell me something but it only comes out as cracking a high pitched.

His brothers all start laughing and yelping as they mock him. "You look incredible." He manages.

All the guys are matching ties with our dresses. Nash's is dark blue, Jameson's is red, Xander's is sage green and Grayson's is pink. He was hesitant to wearing a pink tie at first but he got on board once he took one look at my dress on the mannequin, this is the first time he's seeing me in it.

I smile with a blush taking over my cheeks, I fix his pink tie for him, knowing very well that he has already tied it to perfection. He hates it when people mess with his suit, which is why i'm so shocked that he doesn't tell me to stop or fix it. 

We have five activities to do before midnight. It's sort of scary that we've been here a year now. We all head down to the sculpture garden, Grayson's hand around my waist holding me close. Ever since that night we went skinny dipping his ankle's been wearing a brace, doctors said it was a sprain, which of course had his brothers in fits of laughter. He hates it, mostly because I insisted on signing it, which started a ripple effect of everyone asking to sign it, every time someone asked he got angrier and barked an impatient no. I guess I was his exception.

"The name of the game, is hide and go soak." Xander announces proudly. No doubt all of this party was his idea. "The objective: utter aqua domination." He instructs.

We each get a water gun. This is a great activity to do first considering we've all just got dressed into expensive ball gowns and now everyone will be soaked.

Halfway through the game, Max grabs my wrist and pulls me behind a statue of Medusa. We crouch down and hide in gasps for air, both of us still thankfully bone dry. 

"Scary isn't it." She smirks. "Terrifying. A year." I sigh. 

Nash slinks around the corner, looking down at us, we immediately aim our guns at him until we realize he isn't here to spray us. His water gun is full melted. 

"Jamie and Gray have joined forces. Xander has a blowtorch. This is never good." He informs us.

I laugh a little in pity at his melted gun. That's when Libby comes up behind him and throws water balloons at his back. I run off before she can get me. I find a new statue to hide behind.

I peak out the side to see if anyone is waiting, when I look back Xander is beside me. 

"Hey." He smirks way too proudly. And then he lifts his blow torch and burns up my whole water gun until I drop it and run around the statue to escape his gun. Instead at the other side i'm met with Jameson and Grayson both pointing guns at me. I lean back against the statue, Xander rounding it now too and pointing his gun at me. 

I'm cornered by the three brothers with no weapon. "Sorry, P." Grayson says guiltily. But that doesn't stop him from holding down his trigger along with the others. I'm now soaked from all angles and they don't hold back. They continue spraying me until my thick hair is completely soaked. At some point I just stop screaming and take it, shrugging as they keep endlessly spraying me. Xander even lifts the gun directly to my face, earning a glare from me.

Then I see Avery, Max and Libby creeping behind them, each taking one of the brothers and sneak attacking them. They drop their guns with shock.

When the girls are done, Avery decides to turn her gun on Libby and Max, the only people keeping her from winning. She sprays them both then celebrates her win.

Then the eight of us return to the house dripping wet. Me being substantially wetter than anyone else.

As I shiver Grayson grins proudly. We all settle that the next hour will be time to try off on our own. But we all know what that's code for. We all head up to the boys rooms, the Hawthorne's each taking their girlfriend. 

"A wet ball gown." He comments. "No shit Einstein." I huff, water on my whole face melting my makeup.

"It'll be a challenge but i'm sure i'll manage." He says cheekily. I scoff at him as he leads me inside his bedroom.

He does as promised, fumbling his nimble fingers through the corset ties and undoing them. I help him by pulling my hair to one side, that doesn't make it any easier.

Once it's untied he lets the dress slide down me until i'm wearing only a g-string. His fingers trace up the shape of my body, sliding over my nipples and finally spinning me around to face him. 

"Dress was hot. But you're hotter without." Grayson confirms. 

I help him pull his shirt off, then he leads us out to the balcony. 

It's freezing. The cold winter air mixed with my soaking wet body, mixed with the height of this balcony mixed with how agonisingly naked I am. 

I feel like I might freeze out here, but Grayson's touch is warm. His hand trails down my figure and rests on my hip. His kiss is gentle and sweet. Until it becomes more, it becomes fiery and demanding. Both of us hungry for more, and thats just what he gives me.

He pins me up against the cold balcony and lifts me to sit on top of it. 

His hot hand edges closer and farther up my thigh, two fingers sliding under my underwear and stroking over my skin.

I whimper in craving of his delicate touch. Grayson grins and swiftly slides my underwear off until i'm fully naked, him still wearing his trousers only shirtless.

Goosebumps lace my skin as I wait for the sweet satisfaction of him. His two hands slide down my legs to my knees and spread my legs as far as they can go. 

With my legs spread and my nipples throbbingly hard he shoves his two fingers inside my mouth and nearly chokes me with them. 

Then he slides them down my entire body from my lips down over my breasts until he reaches my thighs.

"Yeah?" Is all he murmurs to ensure i'm okay with this. "Yeah." I assure him one last time, barely finishing my word before he slides his fingers inside of me causing a great gasp.

My already wet pussy mixed with my own saliva and his pulsating fingers is heavenly. He surges inside of me as I cry out, my hands in his hair gripping for dear life when he decides to speed up.

"Fuck.. Grayson!" I moan into the night air. 

This only makes his fingers more excited and start strumming my insides like a guitar. He adds in a third finger and goes even faster.

"I'm gonna- fuck!" I interrupt myself with a literal scream when he hits my clit and i'm sure i'll explode.

"I'm close to coming." I manage to cry out.

"Tell me when you're about to." He warns. His husky voice makes it harder to make this last any longer.

"Now." I groan out. Just when I expect his last push, his fingers slide out of me.

I look at him desperately. I wait for him. And then his grin grows and I almost scream. 

The climax in my stomach churns anticipating to release. "Please Gray." I beg in a soft sob.

"Say what you want me to do to you, and I'll do it." He says. I whine in annoyance, refusing to say it.

He gets to his knees and I realize he didn't stop he just decided to make it more enjoyable. 

His lips meet right over my pussy once. And then he stands up smirking, knowing what he just did.

I hold onto the edge of the balcony and cry out in genuine pain. 

"Please Gray." I coo. 

"Close your legs P." He whispers.

I don't feel like doing a word this man says but I'm desperate so I painstakingly slide my shaking legs shut with a cry out of pain. 

"Stand up." He instructs. I slide off the balcony to my feet. Then he starts running towards the door I try to chase him but my legs are so unstable that when I try taking a step I collapse. 

I watch him lock the door from the inside. I shake my head begging as I crawl to the door, fumbling to cross my legs and praying he comes outside and does it for me. 

He looks to smug as he takes his clothes off and steps into the bathroom. He purposely leaves the door open so I have to watch his naked body under the water. 

He tilts his head up so the hot water slides down his neck, over his Adam's apple and down his abs and muscles, soaring so enticingly down his V-line and dripping down his dick-

I have to bite my lip and look away so I don't work myself up any more. Panting and clutching my stomach I feel the orgasm drifting further and further away.

Why do all the hot ones have to be such ass holes. He meets my eyes from in the shower and runs a hand through his hair with a smirk, knowing that's my weakness.

I gnaw down harder on my lip and lean against the window, deciding to take advantage of the fact not only can i not be touched but he can't either.

I stand up and make sure he's looking when I start roaming my hands up and down my body. I watch him fumble and start rushing to finish shower.

The second he's out he races towards me, only a towel around his waist.

He unlocks the door and pins me up against the balcony, picking me up yet again and spreading my legs. This time he uses his own saliva on his fingers and pumps them in me at rapid speed, barely giving me the chance to breathe. Everything goes numb and I reel my head back, biting my lip.

"Fuck." I wail out. 

"Yeah 'fuck' baby, hold it." He growls. "Not after last time." I hiss. 

"Hold it or i'm never making you come again." He warns. "Threatening is a crime." I snarl. 

"Guess i'm going to jail then." He grins, his lips connecting with my breasts and nibbling, the second he finishes his sentence he hits my clit.

"You about to come, P?" He asks. I nod with a moan.

"Hold it." Grayson speaks firmly.

I squeeze my eyes shut in uncomfortableness as I feel my stomach churn and beg to let go of what i'm clenching so hard to contain.

"Look me in the eyes." He insists. I snap my eyes open and meet his silver eyes as mine start to water up with how much it hurts to hold this all in.

"I can't- I need-" I howl.

"Hold it." He reinstates. I chew on my lip to hold it back.

His fingers reverberate against every single part of me. His tongue twisting my nipple piercing until I physically can't take it anymore. I feel like i'm going to pass out.

He bites on my nipple and caresses my quivering clit, then works his way up to my face where he kisses my cheek and bites my lip.

"Please-" I beg against his lips. His eyes, a mere inch from mine, watch my teary eyes proudly. "Go for it baby." He allows. 

Immediately at his words I come all over his three fingers. I gasp for air as my sweaty body heaves up and down. 

He pulls his fingers out slowly and shoves his fingers down his throat.

"You're so fucking hot." He groans looking down at me. With the sunset shining behind me and my blonde hair messy and sticking to my sweaty forehead. My whole body glistening with sweat, the only thing on my body being my thin chain necklace which is stuck to my collarbones. My makeup still intact but the mascara clouding under my eyes from the tears of him making me hold my orgasm.

He looks at me with those eyes, so mesmerised by me. 

He might think I look good but he looks angelic. The orangey sunset glistens on his wet body, his hair dripping down to his freckled nose and bruised lip.

Under his towel I can see his raging boner, I pull it away and 'accidentally' drop it off the balcony until we hear it plop as it hits the pool in the garden.

I start caressing his dick, jacking him off until he's ready and slides himself inside of me. 

His sex is saintly as always. I love him, and I make sure he knows it as he courses himself inside of me. And he says it back.

For the next 20 minutes before we have to meet back up with the others we lay inside in the warm sheets.

Then ten minutes later I decide to get ready. He sits on the bedside watching me redress myself into my underwear, deciding i'm not putting the dress on until i absolutely have to.

He is dressed now as I get my makeup out.

Then I catch his bruised up face in the mirror and can't help but feel sorry all over again.

"Does it hurt a lot?" I frown sadly. "I told you i'm fine." He promises.

I step in front of him and press gently on one of his wounds, he winces and flinches back.

"Sorry." I cringe. I take my makeup and have an idea.

I mount his lap with some foundation and concealer, covering up his bruises as carefully as I can.

His eyes stay staring into mine, not even caring what I do as he watches me intently.

"Now as much as I love dating a bad boy with bruises all over his face I don't want all my photos from tonight to make me sad." I frown.

He seemingly can't hold himself back from closing the space between us and pressing our lips together. 

I smile against his lips and when I finish up he looks in the mirror behind me. "Shit, Paris, how do you know how to cover bruises so well." He laughs.

I bite my cheek and my smile drops a little, looking down and trying to shake the question.

He immediately notices he touched a nerve and lifts my chin with his thumb, sad eyes watching me carefully. "You okay?" Grayson whispers.

"Yeah.. just have a lot of experience." I sniff a little, not allowing myself to cry. 

Grayson's whole face shifts and he looks so scared. "You want to talk?" He offers, I know he is desperate to know but he knows it's a big thing.

"Just Danny, he would sometimes hit me if I pissed him off.. I guess I was pretty annoying though to be fair." I laugh lowly.

His eyes look at me with so much worry. "Paris that's so awful. But it wasn't your fault." He promises me.

"I know." I nod slowly. 

"Do you think i'd do something like that to you?" He asks me softly. 

"No! Of course not. I reckon sometimes I would deserve it but you never would." I smiles assuringly.

"Nobody deserves that. Yeah we have arguments but no good man would ever dream of hitting a woman, especially not you." He promises, interlocking our hands.

"I'm fine now. I don't want you to be all weird around me. It was a long time ago and now it's at the back of my mind. And I know you're the best person i've ever met and you would never do it to me." I nod, placing my neck in between the space between his neck and shoulders. My eyes squeeze shut and his hands wrap around my bare back, holding me tight and silently promising to never let me go.

Then he helps me back into my dress and holds my hand as we head down to where the others are waiting.

"Took you long enough. What was all that screaming about on your balcony? Nan said she thought you were being murdered." Xander says knowingly.

I glow red and widen my eyes. "Uhh- Well.." I can't help but smirk.

"Don't answer that." Nash grimaces. 

We all head to the bowling alley for 9pm and play a huge game, I won as always. 10pm is pottery, which for the record i'm shit at.

At 11pm we head down to the arcade, butterflies filling my stomach as I think about everything. We eat a four course meal in the arcade, Oren giving in and trying some when we pressure him to.

I find myself by the side of Jameson, looking at my sister and Grayson also talking across the room as everyone else plays games.

"A year." Is all Jameson sighs.

"It feels like i've known you all my whole life. It doesn't feel real that so much has happened in one year." I reply.

This is when he finally turns to face me from beside me, I do the same and we both smile genuinely seeing each other.

"You're so different from that girl who jumped off a balcony after me to prove a point." He laughs lowly.

"Yeah.. not my greatest moment." I chuckle, trying to leave jokingly with embarrassment,"I'm not done with you." He laughs.

"Seriously though. You've grown up so much. I'm so proud of you for everything you've overcome." He informs me sincerely.

"Yeah. You too. I think I owe you a serious thank you for saving my life so many times, and an apology for everything I put you through this year." I laugh a little.

"Oh come on Paris, you haven't been that bad." He teases. "I mean the gang faze was a little hard to deal with but you got over it fast." He mocks.

"Oh god!" I sigh in remembrance, putting a hand on my head as I glow red. "We don't talk about the gang moment." I whine.

He laughs at me and wraps a friendly arm around my shoulder. "I'm glad you're happy with him." He tells me as I lean my head platonically on his shoulder.

"I really am." I smile giddily as I watch Grayson from across the room. "Are you happy with my sister?" I ask hesitantly.

"I really am." He repeats with such a warm tone in his voice. "I love her." He speaks softly.

"You make a good couple, dickhead." I joke calmly.

"So do you and Gray, Eiffel Tower." He replies in the same tone, our nicknames for each other sounding more nostalgic than I would have hoped a few months ago.

"Also, if you breathe that nickname one more time i'll make sure you and Avery never make Jameson Jr's." I say sarcastically. 

"That wasn't a very nice thing to say, I might cry." He tilts his head mockingly. "You know you love my nickname." He winks playfully.

Xander steps towards us, bowing and giving me his hand, "May I have this dance milady?" He says fancily with a terrible English accent.

"There's no music." I smirk with confusion, glancing to Jameson who just scoffs.

I take Xander's hand and allow him to spin me all around the arcade to the sound of nothing but the overlapping sound of the Pacman and donkey kong theme songs, buzzing every time Max, Libby or Nash win.

"How do we feel?" He asks me carefully, slowing down the dancing to more of a waltz. 

"I don't know why I'm scared. It's not me getting the money. I guess it's just scary it's been so long." I admit.

"But you're still allowed to be scared. I mean it's been a whole year! And what? You've joined a gang, got shot, your ex killed himself, your sister got blown up, you've gone between Gray and Jamie at least 27 times, you've been accepted into the biggest dance school in the country, your boyfriends unknown Dad has tied you up and tried to light you on fire, you've lost your virginity, you've found out you have a whole other family — a whole new Dad, your long lost half sister has got your boyfriend kidnapped and almost murdered, you played a couple games of chess to determine whether Grayson would die or not... I mean if anyone gets to say they've had a crazy year, it's you." He lists.

"Shit, yeah, all of that did happen. Whoever is writing my life really put me through all that." I scoff. "But you know all those readers would have ate it up. You're so interesting Pear." He teases.

"I guess now I can just be glad it's all over." I smile with relief. "Yeah.. okay girl." He laughs.

Soon later we're all gathered around, counting down the minutes. We all talk about what we would add to the house if we were her. Libby agrees to finally wear one of Nash's cowboy hats if he paints his nails black, to which he doesn't hesitate to agree.

Alisa alerts us of her presence when a soft bark sounds from the doorway. "I found her in the gallery, barking at Monet." She informs us.

Xander takes her into his hands, "No eating Monet's! Bad Tiramisu!" He lectures. "Bad dog! Just for that you have to cuddle Grayson." Xander punishes, promptly plopping the dog in the unwilling arms of Grayson who simply grimaces.

"Hey! She's my kid too! Don't decide her punishments without consulting me first!" I argue. "I'm sorry do you not see the punishment to be bad enough?" He demands. "No! It's the exact opposite! She is a child. How dare you punish my child so severely." I argue jokingly.

Grayson blinks, doing his best to pet the dog, instead just tapping her uncomfortably. I cringe and physically have to look away.

Alisa and Avery talk at the side, Grayson and his brothers are talking as I walk towards Thea and Rebecca playing pool.

"So you and Grayson finally used the L word?" Rebecca asks softly. "Yeah we did." I smile with a blush taking over my cheeks and I pull myself up to sit on the edge of the second unoccupied pool table.

"Congrats." Thea says blankly. "Is he good?" She asks nonchalantly. My eyes widen and a grin creeps onto my face, "What?" I laugh with disbelief. "Do share, who's better in bed. Jameson or Grayson?" It's only now I realize her wry tone is joking.

"I've only been with Jameson once!" I justify, "Wow, your life sucks. Cry me a fucking river." She teases.

"That was not a complaint. Simply a justification." I say defensively.

"And for the record, Grayson is very good in bed, thank you very much." I add.

That's when I notice Libby and Nash standing behind me at the opposite side of the pool table i'm sitting on behind me.

"Oh wow. Please never let me hear you utter those words ever again." Libby laughs nervously.

"Sorry." I say guiltily, hopping off the pool table and rounding it towards them.

"This dress is gorgeous." Libby complements with such a genuine smile as she straightens it out for me. 

"Oh shut up, look at you. It's so vintage emo princess cowgirl." I tease, tapping on her new cowboy hat.

Nash nods proudly, showing off his black nails freshly painted in no time.

"You guys are adorable. When's the wedding?" I mock.

They look to each other slowly. I immediately gasp in shock. "Shit. There's actually a wedding?" I determine. Libby smiles subtly as a blush glows onto her cheeks. 

"When? How? Who asked who?" I demand answers excitedly.

"This morning. It just sort of came up in conversation, Nash suggested we just do it now. So we're gonna get married, just not any time soon." Libby explains. I squeal with excitement, hugging my eldest sister and jumping up and down with her.

"Not too bad oldie, you've got game." I applaud Nash, making him gently push my shoulder, "Who you calling oldie?" He furrows his brows.

"It's not gonna be any time soon. Just the idea's been approached and we've decided if we ever were to want to we could. But nobody knows so shh." Libby squeezes my shoulder with excitement.

Suddenly a tray of champagne appears and we gather around knowing it's almost time. 

I take a glass and let Grayson wrap an arm around my waist when I stand beside him, Tiramisu attempting to lick my face from his arms.

Alisa, Oren, Rebecca, Thea, Nash, Libby, Max, Xander, Jameson, Avery, Grayson. And me. 

All of us in a close circle. Lifting our champagne and counting down from ten. 

My eyes blur, only showing me flashes of everything that's happened in the past year.

"Ten."

A bullet through my chest.

"Nine."

A crazy Hawthorne woman trying to drug me to kill me.

"Eight."

A drunk speech on the fourth of July.

"Seven."

A gang recruiting me.

"Six."

A jet blowing up my sister.

"Five."

A man trying to set me on fire but getting shot by his son instead.

"Four."

An acceptance letter to MAD.

"Three."

A familiar face at the party and a hookup with him.

"Two."

A game of chess that determined if Grayson lived or not.

"One." 

Grayson telling me he loved me. 

"I love you." Grayson whispers in my ear at midnight, I whisper it back.

"Happy new year!" Xander yells with excitement. "Happy new life." Jameson corrects.

My sister's a billionaire. Confetti falling to the floor.

"Shall I?" Alisa asks. "Do it." Avery decides.

The TV turns on, all of us watching together, soon enough the news interrupts with breaking news.

"What kind of breaking news exactly?" I speak up. 

"We've just received word that Hawthorne heiress, Avery Grambs has officially inherited billions left to her by the late Tobias Hawthorne. After estate taxes and taking into account appreciation over the past year, the current value of the inheritance is estimated to be upwards of 30 billion dollars. Ms Grambs has announced—" The man cuts off with confusion, rereading his lines to make sure he's reading it correctly. 

I glance to Avery with alarm at what she's done. 

"Ms Grambs has announced that as of midnight, she has signed paperwork transferring 50% of her inheritance into a charitable trust to be distributed in its entirety over the next five years." He finishes.

What the fuck. 

Everyone freaks out. Alisa admits it may have just cost her her job. Avery doesn't dare look in our eyes. 

"You'll all be receiving your invitations to The Hannah Same Backward As Forwards foundation soon." Avery turns to the boys.

I smile proudly as we make eye contact, Avery winks at me from across the room.

"You want us to help you give it away?" Grayson asks. "I want you to help me find the best ideas and the best people to determine how to give it all away." She says.

She informs us Zara is the one now running The Hawthorne Foundation. She also gave Libby a cupcake truck. She declares she'll be keeping The Hawthorne House and some other properties and vehicles once she's explored them all.

"If the old man were still here, he would lose it." Thea says firmly. 

"I guess that's what happens when you make a very risky gamble." Jameson winks.

Avery comes towards me and hugs me, apologising for not telling me until now, also telling me she has paid for all four of my years at college in advance, but that there is no pressure for me to stay if it's not what I want.

(a/n. Can't believe there's only one chapter left. I have decided that Part 4 is definitely happening and it definitely has a secured plot line. Also, apologies for how late this chapter is and how rushed the ending is and the lack of proofreading, it's 2am and I have an exam tomorrow at 7am, so i seriously need sleep. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, I feel like it really tied things together. Hope you enjoyed, see you in the next chapter — which is the last of part 3!!)