Grayson From The Nut Job Novels & Stories

Grayson pulled out his phone from his pocket when he heard it rang in the late afternoon. He saw Nathan on the screen calling and he slid his thumb to answer. “Nathan,” he stated. “What’s up?” “Where the f8ck are you?!” Nathan yelled at the other line angrily. “I’ve been calling you for the past two hours!” Grayson frowned at Nathan’s tone as he stood up when Thomas informed him that he can now board his private plan after refueling has been completed.

I smiled. “You’re amazing.” Grayson grinned. “I love you.” “I love you more.” “Grayson!” Mrs. Wrenford’s voice called. “Grayson Everett Wrenford!” “Oh shit.” Grayson groaned, quickly getting dressed. I followed suit and we exited the room when we were fully clothed. “What the hell happened to your interview?” Mr. Wrenford demanded. “They brought up Scarlett’s past with drugs! I couldn’t sit there and let them embarrass my future wife on national television like that.”

my answer made him pissed because of his funny face. "Are you saying that I don't know how to have fun because I'm old?" He replied. "Who says about you getting old, Nicholas? Maybe you want a hang out buddy to teach you how to be a youngster, and seduce women." "F*ck you, Ash." "Aww! I love you man!" I laughed, but suddenly that room where Erika was opened. Grayson came out, he seemed not happy at all. "How's your job?" He inquired while lighting up his cigarette.

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.

He winks at her and she smiles back. He’s one of her best friends, and six foot tall and lean, and had recently taken to wearing a little makeup and having his nails painted regularly by one or other of ‘The Girls’. Several women who had all pulled together to help Celine get through the last few weeks. Greyson’s an honorary ‘Girl’, and they love him. He’s currently acting as a pillow for his Mate Seb, George’s Delta.

I looked up at him and waited for him to do something because even though I was intimidated as hell, I felt so euphoric because I knew how he was about to make me feel and it was all about to be worth it. Gray's finger traced the band of my underwear before he pulled it down, not like how I anticipated. My heart raced as I watched his mischievous smirk grow bigger on his lips before he lowered his face face between my legs. I felt my feet were beginning to burry on the mattress, but Gray took his time.

In his hands, was his suit Vero rolled her eyes and hit Lena by the thigh. Ugh, could her friend be anymore dumber than ever? "I'm sorry." She said clearing her throat unnecessarily in embarrassment. Oh Gosh, he was even more handsome up close and personal. Gosh, and he was bigger, could her day get any more better? He smiled and she melted, inside. On the outside, she has a blank face. Wow, his smile was breathtaking "I'm Luke" He said extending his hand out to her

Grayson gritted his teeth and said, "There's nothing good about that woman!" "Goodness me. So you called us up today because your wife bullied you, huh? Come on, tell us what she did. We'll stand up for you! I'm sure we'll be able to handle her!" said Tristan. Tristan Saunders was the owner of Liquor Den. He and Grayson had been best buddies since they were kids. He was infamous for being a playboy. He was handsome and rich and changed girlfriends like he changed clothes. Tristan was the relationship guru of their friend group.

I had spent all my money on his care, so maybe that's why he got angry when he found out I had stopped my education at that time. Ah, my tears are falling again. I quickly wipe them away because I don't want Dylan to see me crying. If he didn't see me cry when he was alive, then he shouldn't see me cry now. Hey, I don't want him to mock me up there! Ding. Oh, I have a new message on my phone. It's from Grayson. He'll be here soon. As for Grayson, he is certainly continuing his dream and his work as an athlete. Now he is even a respected senior because his personality has completely changed. He has become a very wise person and is no longer as foul-mouthed as he used to be.

It was weird to say the least. Word got around that Devon was involved in Grayson being shot and a lot of people were asking if he was okay. He hated the attention. "How could you still get more points than me?!" I asked, staring dumbfounded at the TV screen. "Talent," Grayson said with a smile. We were playing Call of Duty and were killing some zombies, yet Grayson scored way more points than me. His arm was in a sling, so he had to hold his control to the side, which was quite difficult in my opinion. "I told you I would score higher than you. Now, I believe you owe me something." He tapped his pointer finger on his cheek. I sighed, leaning forward to give him a kiss on his cheek. However,