Grayson From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

I grabbed the desk with one hand, the papers crinkling in my fist. Rachel Knight. Grayson’s half-sister. The woman who had caused my father’s death. Her name was right here, buried under documents about my debt, sitting in Grayson’s office like a secret he had been keeping warm. He knew. He had always known. The door handle turned. I looked up. Grayson stepped into the office, phone in hand, mid-sentence with someone on the other end. He saw me. His eyes dropped to the papers in my hand. The blood drained from his face so fast I watched it happen in real time.

Another fact she'd learnt in her five years of marriage? Standing close to his meal made him gag. She moved away, not completely out of the room, but definitely out of his sight. She stood behind him, leaning on the wall in the living room and watched him eat. Talia Grey — the eldest and adopted daughter of the Grey family. She was only 23 when she was offered on a platter to the Sanderson family....solely for business. The man her eyes were locked on? Julian Sanderson — 29years old and monstrous.

Grayson tore himself away from my neck, his face was inches away from my own as he looked at me. "Please", he whispered, "Please Laila, let me claim you. I couldn't stand being so far away from you today and not knowing what was happening. When I heard you had been attacked I almost lost it... I can't do that again Laila, I can't pace around not knowing if you are alright". Grayson pleaded with me, the desperation in his heavy voice was enough to make me wince. I hated to see my mate so distraught. My own carnal need to possess him was still raw from my encounter with Jayde and Amara spurred me on, urging me to scream YES!

That’s why we wanted you both here to celebrate with us this evening. I was having trouble finding my voice. I was having trouble believing my sister had met and fallen in love with someone without me knowing anything about it. I was having trouble standing next to Grayson Barlowe without dropping at his Italian leather-clad feet in a swoon. He was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit that highlighted the width of his broad shoulders and the long lean length of his legs. His ink-black hair was swept back off his face similar to his brother’s but, unlike Ethan, Grayson had flecks of grey at his temples, giving him a distinguished, older, and wiser look that somehow made him even more attract

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Greyson's POV I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers rhythmically against my desk, my eyes fixed on my computer monitor. I'd read the same line of code seven times. Zoe's cruel words rang through my head on a loop crushing my concentration. That Greyson. I scoffed to myself. I am that Greyson. Zoe is the one who had changed. Not me. Zoe was nothing like the woman I had in my head who I'd planned my life with and she was nothing like the smart, feisty, fiery girl who I remembered from school.

It didn't matter how much she wished she had the power or the courage to go against what her Alpha wanted in this situation; she just couldn't be confident that she had either. When they arrived at the house, Noah's father was already there, waiting for them. Diego Grayson was slender despite his height. His dark brown hair was styled in a short cut. When he gazed at her, his eyes, which were stony gray and unyielding, were as cold as stone. His wife stood behind him with troubled expression in her blue eyes. The height difference between Vivian Grayson and her spouse was minimal. Noah pushed Gwen through the barrier as she smiled nervously and gave him a shove.

She muttered. He nodded, ‘It's a—' They were both interrupted by the sudden barge of Charisse, she spotted Kathleen and disliked her almost instantly, ‘Who is this??'. Grayson rubbed his temple in frustration and sighed, ‘She's my assistant. Kathleen Turner', then he gazed at Kathleen, ‘Kathleen meet Charisse Watson...my girl....my girlfriend'.

Jason pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead, his fingers gently tracing patterns in my hair. "Goodnight, wife," he murmured into the dark. I fell asleep thinking we actually had a chance. I had no idea that across the city, the happiest night of my life was already being dismantled. I had no idea that Sloane Grayson was standing in a dark room, smiling down at a table full of engineered photographs. And by the time the sun came up, the dream would turn into a living nightmare.

"I'm not angry, you used me, and now you want a divorce so you can try and get your hands on my money. I've seen greedy, low-down women like you before. I've dealt with the worst of the worst. You are no match for me, baby! It'll never happen! You will never get your hands on one red penny I possess!" My asking him for a divorce was like a slap on his face. It instantly shattered Blake’s pride. My rejection shook him to the core. Blake Crenshaw wasn’t used to anyone denying or rejecting him. In all his cruelty he had done to me, hearing that I didn’t want him anymore, that was like a stab to his high and mighty Crenshaw pride.