Novel & Cerita Dirty Fanfiction Grayson

On the morning of the wedding, the bridesmaids decided to play a quick trivia game with Grayson Cross before our first look. He had to get three questions right before he could see me. I thought he would get them all easily. To my surprise, he got the very first one wrong. “What shoe size does the bride wear?” Without hesitation, he answered, “Size 6.” “What’s the bride’s favorite color?” “Blue.” Everyone exchanged glances, and the atmosphere grew awkward. So they asked him an absurdly easy question. “What year did the bride graduate from college?” Everyone thought there was no way he could get that one wrong. After all, we had been classmates in college. “2013. The year she gradua

Ryan Dixon's face turned dark, and he jerked his hands back quickly, as if he were shocked by electricity. Jeff Gray got back to the dorm before him, and since they were all men, he didn't have to worry. The weather was hot, but he didn't let that stop him from putting on his college shirt again after his shower. He walked around showing off his six-pack and his higher ***. Ryan Dixon, who had seen him earlier, bit him by accident. Jeff Gray keeps saying, "If you like it, you'll be able to touch it a few more times if you want to."

Grayson doesn't answer my question, he just keeps looking at me as if he can't believe what I said. The door opens again and this time an older man walks in wearing an almost completely sweaty red shirt and a towel over his head. "Let's get to the point What's the mystery?" he asks, as soon as he closes the door behind him. I get up to walk over to him and his gaze falls on me. He opens his mouth to say something but then sees my eyes and stops completely, "Wait, I'm having a dejavu." "My nam..." "You have a daughter," Grayson tells him in a voice full of confusion, before I can introduce myself as I have to everyone else, "A 'daughter' who’s like… thirty. I know you're into some kinky shït,

Aisha had been scrolling through her phone late at night when the message popped up. Not on W******p or I*******m, but on a little app she downloaded months ago out of curiosity and never deleted. The kind of app that promised companionship and no strings unless you wanted it. The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama

Dolly waved away the bartender who brought her over a slider full of potent-looking shots, all varying shades of dark beige to mahogany before continuing. "And ever since then, Atlas Grayson is certified single. He'll fuck a woman, and he'll fuck her good, but he doesn't really put his heart in it from what I understand. Which isn't a problem because most of them only want him to put his dick in it, and that's enough. Don't get me wrong, he's broken a few girls' hearts when they thought they could seduce him into love, but he's never played anyone. That's what I hear anyway."

With her eyes on Lisa, she ordered. “Bring her in then. Let’s see who it was.” Lisa lowered her head and walked out of the dining hall. “She must really have a death wish,” Mr Gray attested. “Claiming to be you when you’re here. Must be one of those lowlifes who need money.” “I’m sure that’s the case. Continue with your meal Father.” “I’m not hungry anymore.” Not only him but it seemed no one was interested in the meal as their spoons settled on the table. They were no longer interested in eating after eating after hearing Lisa’s words and knowing that there would be drama.

So she decided to figure it all out on her own. Meanwhile, Ellen took a deep sigh, knowing she would have just caught planning against her cousin by one and only her ride or die best friend. She could only imagine what she might have looked like being all beaten up by Sira and if Jason had to know? 'Fuck no! I have to stop thinking bullshit.' She thought. 'For once, I like to know that Mr. Grayson exists on this planet.' She grinned evilly, thinking her first part of the plan was kind of a success with seventy to thirty chances of success or failure. 'At least, Gracie will be out of the second round and definitely out of my way soon.'

My pulse was still racing from the confrontation, but the quietness here felt comforting after Vincenzo’s intense growling. Grayson was propped against the headboard, a thick book resting lazily in his hands. He didn’t look up right away and turned a page first, as if he had all the time in the world. Then finally he set his book aside and met my gaze. A slow sigh escaped him, laced with a wry sort of resignation. “So,” he spoke as his amber eyes were steadied, “you have to face your cheating mate alone, just because your so-called husband is unable to defend you.”

how has your nonexistent one night stander of an assistant? Grayson's brows arched in question, ‘In what way is she relevant to this conversation??'. ‘Come on I'm on vacation', Connor grinned, ‘I need every bit of gossip I can grasp before I get enlisted again'. ‘You know sometimes I question how such a masculine man as your self loves gossip so much...are you sure you're not hiding anything under the closet Connor??'. Grayson couldn't help but smirk as he loved returning the energy when it came to ruffling Connor's feathers.

I shook his hands smiling. "I will show you to your room." Grayson offered which I'm glad he did. Alex was shooting daggers at him. I shook my head as Grayson carried some of my stuff to my room. "Thanks for letting me stay here! Sorry to disturb you all!" I smiled apologetically as he shook his head smiling. Grayson is a handsome guy. Just like his name, he has grey eyes and a well-built frame. But my mind didn't want or want to be interested in this guy. I fucking knew I still love him.