Grayson Allen Gf Novels & Stories

She added with a dreaming sigh. I giggled partly and followed her. “Aye, mute! What’s up!” She greeted Grayson, who was standing next to an Audi A7, his arms folded in front of him looking casual with his black jeans and white shirt that almost got ripped with how tight it looked over his chest and arm muscles. Grayson wasn’t mute, but he barely talks. To my surprise, he smiled slightly and nodded. Well, I guess Violet is a very adored woman. The Audi is his? Damn.

He was dressed in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up, brows slightly furrowed as he scrolled through a document on his tablet. A knock interrupted the silence. Gael opened the door, his voice formal. “Miss Leah is here to see you.” Grayson didn’t turn around. “Let her in.” Leah walked in gracefully, wearing a chic travel dress and a bright smile. “Grayson,” she said warmly, “I didn’t expect to see you so soon. What a coincidence that we’re both in Country M.” He finally turned. “Is that so?”

Grayson watches the segments of broken rock tumble back down to earth sheepishly. "I needed your attention," he yelled back, his voice carrying easily up to the window. I roll my eyes, planting my hands on the window sill so I wouldn't go tumbling out. "There would be know no attention to be had if you had knocked me unconscious!" Grayson, despite the situation, lets out a little chuckle, as if it's the most entertaining thing he's witnessed, but he's trying to keep it in. Even I find myself smiling a little. "Sorry, I was trying to be romantic" he tells me.