Novel & Cerita Grayson From Drop Dead Diva

“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?"

"I like how hot you look at work now; it's going to be hard to keep my hands off the sexy little body." Honey leaned into his touch. "I never thought I'd have this. Someone who sees me, really sees me, not just my money. I thought Riley was that person, but I was so wrong." "I see all of you." Grayson's voice deepened. "The brilliant CFO, the passionate woman in my bed, the vulnerable soul who's been hurt." His fingers threaded through her copper hair. "And I love every version equally. I don't give a fuck about your money, leave it to charity or give it to our kids. I have enough for us both."

His eyes raked over me, then he growled into Nate’s ear, “She’s not leaving. Let’s finish this.” I sat down, my jaw was tight, and I refused to look away. “My ex had a hospital perform an abortion on me without my consent. I want to destroy him.” Grayson finally slowed, he pulled out of Nate's ass, and reached for his shirt. “Now that’s interesting,” he said, buttoning up with a devilish grin. “Let’s talk.” I expected Grayson to finally act like a lawyer and talk about my case. Instead, he flopped onto the couch, yanked Nate by the hair, and shoved his hard c0ck into the guy’s mouth like I wasn’t even there.

"For thinking the worst of you. For pushing you away when you needed me most. For being too much of a coward to watch that video and see what was really there." He sat down on the bed but kept distance between them, like he was afraid she would not want him close. His body was tense, coiled, ready to flee if she rejected him. "Trevor showed me the original today," Grayson continued, his voice getting rougher. "Before Monica drugged me. He showed me what really happened to you and I... I could not breathe. Nathaniel... that he..." Grayson could not finish the sentence. His hands came up to cover his face. His shoulders shook slightly, and Shayla realized he was crying. Grayson Cross, the man

"Kayla, focus on recovering. I've hired a nurse to take care of you." With that, he turned to leave. But Kayla's sobs followed him. She bit her lip, hesitating before her voice dropped to a whisper. "Grayson, it's true, I'm divorced. Peter was horrible to me… He was always saying I could never measure up to Lydia. You're all I have left. Won't you stay with me?" Grayson stopped in his tracks. He turned back slowly, his look one of pure disgust. "I knew Peter was a bad man. But to hurt his own wife—eight months pregnant—what kind of monster does that?"

Grayson just as dangerous as the men in her family? Should we witness the verbal fireworks of the divorce meeting, or check in on Blueberry’s first "move" while Xavier is away?

I nod as he talks, and I feel at home here. "Gas is out, Kaiden. She will answer everything truthfully, "Grayson says as he walks up. "Great. Thanks, Gray. Ready Roman?"I hand the cellphone to Gray, who starts to look through it. We step in, and she scowls at us. "You both suck ass," she says calmly. "That is gross. How does someone suck ass?"Kaiden asks with a gag. "How should I know I never sucked ass",she throws up her hands.