Allen Gratz Novels & Stories

“By now Mordecai has figured out who Renda is. Seeing the three of us at the mall will sell it… especially if you two seem to be getting along.” Grace looked at me then laughed, “The playboy Wallber has picked up a new mistress?” Matt grinned, “Having his pack in a tizzy about it will be perfect.” I finished eating but didn’t leave until Grace went to go get dressed. “What’s wrong?” Matt asked, looking at me. “You look upset.” I shook my head and went to the sink to wash my plate. I expected him to drop it, but he leaned down to speak into my ear. “No need to be jealous. I prefer brunettes.”

He hadn’t even noticed Graten in the corner. “Dad, this is Graten. You know him as Reaper but as you can see, he does not approve of that name. Can you please respectfully call him by his birth name?” “If you trust him, I trust him,” he offered Graten his hand, “pleased to meet you Graten.” Graten accepted Damon’s outstretched hand and gave him a curt nod of his head, “Pleasure’s all mine.” “I suppose you want to see Liam now?” Damon suggested.

Cash rained down into the cage, fluttering around me like a blizzard of green. I stepped out of the ring and into the quiet of the locker room, the door muffling the roar of the fans. I splashed cold water on my face, staring at the woman in the mirror. Below my collarbone was the black ink of a rose wrapped in thorns, the Rossi family crest. The door swung open, and Marco stepped in, his face serious. "The last payment's in," he said, nodding at the screen. I glanced at the digits, then back at him.

Tatum POV As we get to our seats, I can see that Grace is agitated. She keeps biting her nails and Mara is super excited. “I never knew there was so much testosterone in a place like this. I am loving it,” she says and I shake my head as I watch Thatcher stretch in the ice. I remember the first time I watched him do this. It drove me insane how the other girls looked at him. The way their hips move as their legs spread almost looks sexual if your mind turns that way. Grace stands near the glass and watches as her father laughs while he stretches. When he is done, he skates around for a little while and then he stops in front of her and he smiles.

My jaw dropped, and my eyes widened in disbelief. “You…you…” I stuttered. A knowing smile formed on his lips as he strode toward me, extending his hand to me, “Nice to meet you again, Elena,” No fucking way. He was the stranger I had sex with two weeks ago. “You are…You are…” I stuttered. “I am Atlas Grant, the CEO of this company,” he introduced himself. Atlas Grant. The name echoed repeatedly in my head. Atlas Grant. Grant. Grant! “Grant!” I exclaimed, “As in, Son of Richard Grant?”

Gritting her teeth, Grace snatched the card and swiped it. Transaction confirmed - $90 What? There could only be one explanation as to how someone could get that much in fifteen minutes. “Hmph! Running an errand and acting all arrogant about it. Do you think we're easily deceived.” her statement had the desired effect and snapped most of the observers from their daze as they realized that it was possible he was bluffing. Unfazed by the murmurs, Mr. Arrogant just stared at Grace without emotion; which if she was honest, unnerved her.

"You truly outdid yourself. Thank you." Grace's face lit up with a grateful smile, appreciating the recognition of her efforts. However, as Austin extended his praise, Chloe's eyes narrowed with disdain, radiating an unmistakable disgust. She followed Austin with a sense of entitlement, her footsteps echoing behind him as they departed for their room.

He patted my back, and I could see him getting angry. Why was he looking at me like this? What's wrong ? " Ananya is not here, if that's what you are wondering." He said, his tone clipped, I could feel the anger underlining it. " I know, actually I am here to talk to you." I tried to keep my tone very polite as I was talking to my investor for my project. I don't want him getting angry at me, and shower me with punches. The guy was a boxing champion in college.

"Isabelle likes Northbridge Capital. She wants to begin her career here. You will arrange it." A cream envelope slid across my desk. It was not sealed. Inside was a generous charity check and a pledge to donate to Northbridge's women in finance initiative. I didn't touch it. I only looked at her hands. They were pale, full, and carefully manicured. A diamond bracelet sat on one wrist with the quiet arrogance of serious money. Those hands had never scrubbed coal water from work shirts, split open in winter, or bent all night over a sewing machine. The real Grace Walker didn't have hands like that.

I smiled and looked ahead as Williams approached “ Well I'm here now. I miss you guys so you have no idea how much but I do” William reached us and I didn't water time to dive into his body. “ I'm sorry for being a bad sister to you all this while. It didny stop me from loving you very much though. Congrats on you winning the championship” Yes, he had emerged the best tennis player of the year as Mom told me. “ I know your love me. No offense taken. Though I'm jealous that you didn't call but, it's okay. Now I know why” I pushed away from him as Nora approached with Mark. She smacked William who jumped away from her.