Grayson From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a voice sounded in her ears. "Isn't that Natasha?" a gorgeously dressed woman asked, shaking her glass of red wine as she approached Natasha. Her tone and gaze dripped with sarcasm. "Who's Natasha?" the person next to her asked curiously. "She's Mr. Grayson's ex-wife. Didn't you know? She was kicked out by the Grayson family!" The woman who answered laughed hysterically. Upon hearing the voice, Natasha looked up.

Zenith greeted him, his face lighting up. "Hey, how are you, buddy?" Grayson replied warmly. I watched as Zendaya folded her arms and pouted. Clearly, she hadn't warmed up to him yet. "Your mother told me you broke your arm," Grayson said to Zenith. "Yes, but it's getting better," Zenith said, showing him his arm. "Hi, Zendaya," Grayson said, turning to my daughter. "Hmm," Zendaya replied, looking away from him. I saw a flicker of disappointment cross Grayson's face. He was still visibly downcast at the fact that Zendaya hadn't warmed up to him yet.

Grayson: This time, I put on a different dress. A simple white lacy dress. The maids put white flowers in my hair and gave me some white jewelry to accessorize. I guess I looked okay. Just as I finish getting ready, Prince Shithead walks in. "Boii, you be lookin' fiiiiineeee," Grace says. Strangely, I found myself agreeing with her. His chestnut-brown hair is neatly slicked back, and he's wearing a fitting suit, which subtly defines his muscles.

~~~DIANA~~~ {30 Minutes Later} "Aren't you married, Mr. Grayson?" I ask, turning slightly in my seat so I can look him in the face. Grayson gives me his smooth little smile, the kind guys use when they think they’re being charming. He shifts closer to me, his arm still resting on the back of my chair. “I’m in the process of divorcing my wife, actually. Papers are almost finalized. It’s been a long time coming.”

Dolly waved away the bartender who brought her over a slider full of potent-looking shots, all varying shades of dark beige to mahogany before continuing. "And ever since then, Atlas Grayson is certified single. He'll fuck a woman, and he'll fuck her good, but he doesn't really put his heart in it from what I understand. Which isn't a problem because most of them only want him to put his dick in it, and that's enough. Don't get me wrong, he's broken a few girls' hearts when they thought they could seduce him into love, but he's never played anyone. That's what I hear anyway."

Davina wondered he would be out there spying on someone else and gathering gossips . " What are you staring at ?" asked Grayson . "Why is she always surrounded by a pack of these bloody boys ?" asked Damon .Gryason smiled . " what was funny about it ." snapped Damon . " Well the reason is she is really pretty and not everyone wants to be just friend with her ." answered back Grayson emphasizing the word just friend .Damon gave an arrogant stare . "What do you mean ." said Damon glaring at Grayson . " She isn't gonna stay single forever , if you are not doing anything anyone else is gonna win her ." answered back Grayson .

~Grayson As I stand around waiting for the spoiled brat to come out of the dressing room, my eyes roam about the store. I have just taken interest in a space sectioned off from the rest by a glass door, with several mannequins displaying clothes either made or lined with furs when a soft, silky voice comes from behind me. “Gray.” I’m startled at first before I turn to meet face-to-face with Renata. Her face is devoid of any makeup and expression as she stares at me. Even her lips which are usually shaded a wine red maintain their natural light pink colour.

Grayson Callahan thundered in all his hunter uniformed glory. “Hey baby hunter, nice to see you could make it.” I drawled softly, sinking deeper into the bed. I wasn’t a fan of anything vanilla, but something about it must be arresting to Callahan. “You do not strike me as the vanilla type of guy, Callahan.” His eyes tightened as he reached into his pocket and revealed a kazeshini. My lips curved wickedly. “But I’m certain Anna is the vanilla type of girl.” Grayson growled, his brown irises turning gold with rage. “Don’t you dare say her name you psychopath!” Wisely, he made no attempt to approach me.

Grayson Lewis also reminded his daughter. Grayson was furious when he recalled how his eldest daughter's excellent marriage arrangement ended due to a car accident. He could have been in-laws with the president of the Shaw Group. But this was even better. His youngest daughter's current boyfriend was the prince of the entertainment industry, Lucas Gomez! The Gomez family was much more powerful than the Shaw family. They were a very prestigious family with a long history.

Grayson’s. Curiosity prickled in me as I followed the sound, stopping just outside a closed door. Carefully, I eased it open, and my heart froze at the scene before me. There stood Grayson, his back turned to me, and beside him, unmistakably, was his ex-wife—Skyler. My breath hitched as I took in the sight. The woman was my mirror image; it was as if I were staring at a twisted version of myself. Her gaze caught mine instantly, her eyes lighting up with a sly, triumphant glint. Then, with deliberate intent, she pulled Grayson into a kiss.