Grayson Allen Gf Novels & Stories

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'.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

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.

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.

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.

After a minute, we grouped up and I start speaking. I showed a very visible annoyed face as I give out the news to them, "Mikael Lenox is back" With just 4 words that I spoke, They begin to stiffen up and go alert since Mikael was a sensitive topic for all of us knowing 8 of us used to be friends.

Grayson didn't let him keep it. He stepped forward once, twice, until Lennon had to tip his head back to hold eye contact. Up close he smelled like cedar and something musky. “You were late,” Grayson said, almost softly. “I… Sorry, traffic.” That was a lie. Grayson's gaze dipped to Lennon's mouth, then lower, lingering on the faint red mark peeking above his collar. When he spoke again, his voice was... deeper. “Traffic,” he repeated in an almost amused tone. “Interesting.”

The sound of footsteps made her pause. Grayson entered without knocking. At fifty-one, he was tall and broad, his iron-gray hair cut short and sharp. His hawk-like features made him look exactly like what he was; a man who could bend the world as he pleased. He wore a tailored black coat over a dark shirt, and his presence instantly filled the room. “Mr. Grayson,” Cassandra said, straightening. Her voice stayed cool and professional. “The auction is tomorrow. Viewing hours ended at six.” “I know,” he replied, his voice low and rough.

I replied. "Uhm Grayson this is Angelo and Angelo this is Grayson my-" she was cut off by Grayson. "Boyfriend." He added making her gasp with shock. He pulled her close then smiled before saying..."Raina it's okay, you can tell him about us." I stood there in utter shock, i wasn't jealous infact I didn't know what to call this feeling. "Uhm yah." She said looking down. "Thanks for dropping them off, Babe your flight is leaving in an hour let me shower then we can leave." Grayson smirked.