Novel & Cerita Grayson Allen Gf

"Mia, do you have to talk like that? I've explained it to you so many times. I only think of Hazel as a little sister. There's nothing going on between us." I didn't say anything. I just pulled out my phone and showed him Hazel's post. In the photos, inside the exact private room we had booked, Grayson's family and Hazel's family were sitting together, perfectly harmonious. In one picture, Grayson was lowering his head to peel shrimp for her. In another, Hazel was reaching down to touch his face. The two of them were so close they looked like they were about to press together. The caption read: [Meeting the parents! The guy who's sponsored me all these years is about to become my husband.]

"I'm sure it will get easier. You just need the grumpy, stiff one to accept that it is what it is, then everything will work out, you'll see." "Grumpy and stiff...? Allen? No… he's already…" Lexi frowned in confusion as Ann and Aoife burst out laughing. "No! Greyson! He's completely the brooding type. Allen looks at you like a lost puppy when you aren't paying attention." Aoife giggled.

Today is Christmas! Well Christmas Eve. And all my wishes have come to past over these few years. I have the best and loving husband, four beautiful and handsome children and Grayson and his children have the best relationship now. My twins,Allen and Keith Jones Dolan,are now nine years old,their sister and my only biological daughter,Aspen is now 6 going to 7 and finally my littlest son, Graham is 4. Grayson is even a grandpa,well I am also grandma Jane. Annalise is pregnant again. Ocean is now 7 and Piper already has a son, Eduardo.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

"U-uh. Eldar. H-hello fancy meeting you here. I was--we were just.." Greyson interrupted me, showing a rather toothy smile. "I was helping her highness get straightened out. It seems she has had a bit too much to drink. I would gladly appreciate your assistance to help her into bed, as I have errands to run." Errands. Errands? What was he thinking? I just had one of the best and most embarrassing I might add, moments of my life. And here he was, trying to run off! I stomped on his foot and tried to punch him but Eldar was there a moment too quick.

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

she laughs. And just like that. I’m her brave Knight of the Obsidian, ready to take on the whole fucking world for her. Abigail Bennett-Winchester I just barely finished changing into a silk and lace teddy before Grayson comes barreling through the door of our bedroom, his face is flushed like he just flew up the flight of stairs. He’s wearing black jeans and a long-sleeved fitted shirt that clings achingly tight to those chiseled biceps and chest. Good God, I’d like to tear the shirt off with my bare teeth. He must have put on at least fifteen pounds of muscle since he began training and damn, does it look good on his 6’3 frame.

As if that was not enough when l slid into his team shirt, making my way to the bleachers l was the center of attraction and me oblivious to it due to my unattendence to these occasions l pretty much hated it. Grayson made it pretty simple for me by Screaming my name to signal his position and before l walked l got a text from Chris. You look hot in my jersey 😍😍 -Chris And a smile automatically made its way to my face before stealing a glance to where he was. I did catch a little from my way up to the bleachers Chris has a baby mama She's pretty even her baby as well This might damage his NFL draft Brushing it off I just tried my best to not let anything dumped the mood l was put in. Grays

A rumor wasn’t about to dictate her choices. She found Grayson in his office, lost in work. He had on a close-fitting black dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, bulging veins on his forearms as he read a document. His eyes were focused, the soft glow of his desk lamp cutting shadows across his face. "Grayson," she said, moving in. He looked up. “Yeah?” “I’m going to Alina Flores’ event tonight. It’s also her debut album launch.” His face stayed the same, but she saw a small spark in his eyes.