CHAPTER EIGHT

Grayson Knight steps away from me and walks past, heading back to his desk where he left his trousers. He pulls them on while I struggle to catch my breath.

After what feels like hours, we’re finally done.

I try to stand up straight, but the burning inside me right where he’d been makes it almost impossible to move, let alone bend down.

I can’t believe I agreed to have sex with him. I don’t even know what came over me, I am so disappointed

I bend to grab my trousers just as Grayson returns with a box of tissues in his hands.

“Stay still. I’ll wipe you down,” he commands, and humiliatingly, I obey.

There’s no way I can move my legs or even use my hands. My entire body feels like it’s been run over by a truck… or fucked by one. I swallow my nerves as he gets close again and let him clean me up.

He carefully wipes his cum off me and, once he’s done, hands me my trousers, which I immediately snatch from his grip.

“Thank you,” I mutter, refusing to meet his eyes as I pull them on, ignoring the lingering burn in my ass.

Behind me, I hear him sit and open a drawer.

“I didn’t expect you to enjoy it so much,” he says casually, his attention focused on whatever is inside the desk.

I pretend I didn’t hear him and keep getting dressed.

When I finally turn around, I see he’s placed something on the desk. Whatever he was searching for, he’s found it.

Our eyes meet. He almost looks amused by my discomfort.

Is it always going to be like this with him? I can’t even look at him without feeling intimidated and now I’m embarrassed on top of everything else.

Grayson acts like nothing happened. It makes me wonder if he’s done this with someone before… or if I was just another guy on his list.

“Now what?” I ask, forcing myself to stop overthinking.

“Now I offer you a contract with Magical,” he says, leaning back in his chair. His shirt is still unbuttoned, revealing his perfectly chiselled abs.

He sighs and looks at me. “I did my research. You’d make great talent to sign. But you’re terrible with money. You spend what you don’t have.”

“I don’t normally do this, but I’ll assign one of my trusted employees to manage your finances and put a limit on your spending. You’ll pay me back from the work my company gets you.”

The room goes quiet as he stares at me, his expression unreadable. His cold eyes pin me in place, making me shift uncomfortably.

“It’s simple, Leo.” My palms begin to sweat. “I sign you. I pay your debts. I got you an agent. In return, you repay me a portion of your earnings every month.”

“Does that sound reasonable?”

My heart is pounding. Standing here suddenly feels worth it. I never imagined this meeting would turn out so well. And somehow… Grayson isn’t as terrible as everyone makes him out to be.

“And what about… us?” I ask. “How does that work?”

His face doesn’t change.

“I want a physical relationship with you,” he says, like he’s finalizing a business deal.

That part isn’t a surprise. What I don’t know is how deep he wants this to go. Dating? Or strictly sex?

He notices my expression and leans back again.

“I’m a busy man, Mr. Carter. It’s simple. When I text you, you come. That might be once a week… or once a month.”

“So you just want me as your fuck buddy?” I blurt, my face heating instantly.

His lips twitch. He tilts his head slightly. “Yes. Bluntly speaking.”

“I’ll have my lawyer draw up a contract.” His eyes stay on me. “There will be documents for both of us to sign before you leave.”

Of course. Max was right. I’d be signing an NDA.

So basically… I’d be his on-call hookup. And in exchange, I’d get signed.

I don’t know if I can take that kind of pain again. He’s bigger than average. But… it wasn’t unbearable.

The idea of him wanting to see me again is strange. He’s rich. Powerful. He could have anyone.

So why me?

Still, I made myself a promise.

When I’m done, I walk away.

And I’ll make sure the contract includes a clause that prevents him from canceling my deal out of spite.

“Okay,” I say, my heart thudding. “That sounds good.”

“Good,” he replies evenly.

“Give me your phone.”

I frown, but pull it out, unlock it, and hand it over. His fingers brush mine as he takes it.

He types something and returns it.

Grayson Knight   Private Number

“It’s my personal number,” he says. “I’ll only contact you from that line. Keep it private.”

I roll my eyes and slide my phone into my pocket. “Sure. Whatever.”

“When do we go over the contract?” I ask, pulling on my shirt and jacket.

His gaze follows my movements, grey eyes lingering.

“I’ll contact you when it’s ready.”

He stands, walks around the desk, and stops in front of me. He reaches out to fix my jacket, and I stiffen, unsure where to look.

When he steps back, I awkwardly rub my neck.

God… he makes me nervous whenever he’s this close.

He smells incredible. What is he even wearing?

“Uh… cool,” I mutter.

With a sore backside, I limp toward the door, doing my best not to show it.

Before I leave, I glance back.

He’s leaning against his desk, buttoning his shirt, watching me with a faint smile.

“See you soon, Leo.”

What the hell have I just gotten myself into?