Romans & histoires Grayson Allen Gf

She muttered. He nodded, ‘It's a—' They were both interrupted by the sudden barge of Charisse, she spotted Kathleen and disliked her almost instantly, ‘Who is this??'. Grayson rubbed his temple in frustration and sighed, ‘She's my assistant. Kathleen Turner', then he gazed at Kathleen, ‘Kathleen meet Charisse Watson...my girl....my girlfriend'.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Grayson weaved his way through the crowd and finally got to the stage, standing beside me. “Grayson is currently the acting CEO of GA Constructions, he helped his family’s company to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, restoring the once lost prestige of their company. Now, the GA Constructions is standing taller than the years that preceded his term in handling the company.” Mom said introducing Grayson. “And with that being said, Zenaida and me are proud to announce that this strong-will, hard-working man is to be wed to one of our daughters.” Dad continued, the crowd started murmuring after that announcement and I could see the reporters, stopping themselves to ask any questions.

He could fake all the symptoms he wanted, but not when she was the one hovering over him. Footsteps sounded in the doorway. Allen stepped in with a small smile, his gaze flicking from Gray to Katelyn before landing on me. “How’s our patient?” he asked, moving closer to Gray’s bed. Gray grinned. “Surviving, though I keep getting stuck with the grumpy nurse over there.” Allen chuckled politely, exchanging a brief word with Katelyn about Gray’s recovery before making his way to my side. He leaned casually against the wall, but the next words were for me alone.

We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble that is similar to Leon's, and baby blue eyes.

Does he think that I owe him something? I don’t. I’m grateful, but that’s as far as it goes. His nails dig into my cheek. His thumb swipes across my lip. So much anger. His life is going just fine. He’s back at the top of his game. Amanda gave me the highlights from the last few games. Greyson has been on fire, leaving everything on the ice. He’s been interviewed for the local paper a few times. There’s been a feature in the New York Times, along with a smiling photo of him and his father, who attended one of them.

There were chances that Yara must have messed around with other men. Grayson changed into a black Calvin Klein jean short and black singlet. He didn't understand why Tiffany was out to torture him. He would rather die and live a loveless life than get married to her. He exited his room and strode towards Yara's room that was adjacent to his. Knocking twice on the door, he heard her voice almost in a whisper, telling him to come inside. "When do you think we should go visit my parents?" He asked, once he entered inside her room.

“Oh my, look at those kids. They’re so in love!” “The girl is gorgeous, and the guy is handsome too!” “I wish my daughter had a cute boyfriend like him. Too bad she never leaves the house. She won’t even find an ugly one, let alone a handsome one.” Their voices faded as they walked away. I froze in place. Camelia had said she was busy… Why was Grayson here, then? Confusion churned inside me. Then, the answer came. At around 3:00 pm, Grayson posted new photos on his social media. It was a nine-grid collage. He was wearing a white suit. His pale skin was smooth and luminous under the light.

It was none other than his own father! Mr. Talon walked closer until he was finally near us. He then placed the gift he was carrying on the table. Grayson, who had been lying face down, immediately straightened his clothes and stood up. As for me, I was confused about whether to sit or stand. But then when I tried to stand up, Grayson held my shoulder so I sat back down. "She's not a minor. Her name is Quinn, 21 years old, my girlfriend. And this is none of your business. So once you're done with your business, please leave."

I woke up with the sound of alarm and sun rays passing through the half-curtained window. That's right. They give me a new phone since I left mine back at Jacob's place. Since coming here I haven't called my mom and informed her about my situation since I don't want to involve her, not in my current state. I get off my bed and go freshen up. I dress in a black tank-top and short workout pants. I tie my hair into a ponytail and wear my fingerless gloves.