Grayson From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

Cassidy Vale shrieked, her voice echoing off the stone walls. A wave of bitter humiliation slammed into my chest, making my pulse hammer wildly against my ribs. Grayson had called my comm-link just an hour ago, growling and accusing me of treason for working late, only to turn around and throw a lavish feast for another female. My foolish human heart had actually believed he was jealous—believed that somewhere deep down inside his ruthless chest, he cared about his human wife. I caught Delilah Quinn watching me out of the corner of her eye, her expression a mix of pity and quiet satisfaction. I immediately turned my face away, grinding my teeth to keep my jaw from trembling.

After all, it wasn't his business. Grayson walked into his office, his steps steady and quiet. Rick followed behind, holding his tablet close to his chest. The room smelled like leather and faint cologne, the large windows letting in soft morning light. Grayson sat down in his black chair, adjusting his sleeves. His sharp eyes flicked to Rick, who stood still, waiting. "You can go," Grayson said, voice low and firm. Rick nodded and quickly left, shutting the door behind him without a sound. The door opened again a moment later. A woman stepped inside, her heels clicking against the floor. She wore a green dress that hugged her figure, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders.

Her on my lap with my dick inside her pussy ,with her moans trapped in the room. And with my nefarious thoughts of her flooding in my head, my blue eyes snapped at the person looming around, the footsteps more clear. “I should really come here more often.” The feminine yet familiar voice reached my hearing, it was my father’s new wife, Anastasia Grey. Her body having the most beautiful curves, hot and most especially sexy when she had nothing on. A short black dress which didn’t cover her thighs properly hugged her body. My lips curved into a smile, watching her moving her way towards the pool.

Dominic watched them go. Pain flashed across his face. Quickly hidden. But not enough. Vanessa saw. So did Mason. Neither said anything. Grayson ended up on the bridge. Of course he did. The old bridge had always found him. Savannah found him staring into darkness. She stopped beside him. Neither spoke. Minutes passed. Then Grayson whispered: "She died because of me." "No." "She did." Savannah turned toward him. "She died protecting you." "Same thing."

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How come l didn't notice this earlier r "Damn girl. You have pretty big some hard time yesterday." Grayson laughs "It wasn't even like that." "Girl with those killer thighs and that ass." Elena starts the hype with Grayson "Girrrlllll you gotta stand up and show us that ass." Grayson takes my hand to turn me around "I feel pity for him." Elena groans "how in the hell do you have such a killer body yet you carried a bean in your stomach. It's just not fair." Elena groans again

“How is that my fault? Rhea was the one who wanted to get a divorce.” “You helped her throughout the process without letting anyone know and took her away, that was your crime.” “That's enough guys.” I stood in between them. “Let's not dwell in the past anymore, and Grayson, you get yourself a girlfriend. You can't get married to your job.” “I have someone I'm seeing but we are not official yet,” he revealed. “Really?” I stepped away from Estefan to move closer to him. “Tell me everything about her.” “I will after dinner. Go greet your grandparent.” He nodded his head toward the entrance and I turned to see my mom’s parents walking in.

"So, this Royce DeVayne, he caused more harm to Ava than her ex-husband did?" "Yeah, he's a million times worse," Grayson replied with a grim expression. Gin's eyes narrowed. "You're going to kill him, right?" Grayson's voice dripped with determination. "Yes, in the most brutal and gruesome way I can possibly imagine." Gin gave a small nod. "I hope you have a vivid imagination." Parker chimed in, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "If he doesn't, I definitely do. We take care of our own, Gin. You know that."

“Welcome back, Hale.” Adrian stiffened beside me. A figure stepped out tall, scarred, with cold, familiar eyes. “Grayson?” I breathed. He smirked. “Didn’t think I’d be so easy to get rid of, did you?” Grayson was one of my father’s old associates presumed dead after the last corporate war that almost took down the company. He looked very much alive. Adrian’s hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding. “What do you want?” I demanded.

"Hey Adrian! You know me, I'm Maddy, and I've always wanted to meet you. Madelyn Gregory, Mad Greg for shorts to only her cheesy wannabes and haters, and that apparently was about seventy to eighty percent of Ridgewood High girls. Madelyn was one of the three Gorgon's of Ridgewood high (with Devon as number two) a look from either of the three, could petrify the heart of anybody. Her nastiness, and hoedom, made her a beacon of hate amongst the girls. Cheesy bunch! "Don't you have makeups to be applying, or blowjobs to sell somewhere?"