Novel & Cerita Grayson From The Nut Job

she yells. "WHAT?!" Brandon shouts back, looking utterly betrayed. "I HAVE NAILS ON!" Grayson moves like he's choreographing death itself—dodging two balls with fluid grace, catching one mid-air, and launching it toward some poor guy on Red. The guy doesn't even see it coming before he's sprawled on the floor. "Damn," Yara mutters, looking impressed despite herself. "You been in prison or something?" "Wouldn't last a day," he says calmly, not even winded. "Too pretty."

Grayson’s lips curved, not quite a smile, but it made Lennon weak in the knees. “Are you?” he murmured. “You look...” His gaze dragged down Lennon's body, again slow and unnerving, “uncomfortable.” Lennon's knees nearly buckled. “I'm good,” he lied again. “Great, perfect, I should...” He gestured vaguely toward the door. Grayson didn't move, didn't even step back, just watched him with that unnerving patience. Lennon's eyes betrayed him then, flicking down before he could stop himself.

Grayson woke up on the cold, hard floor of his living room, his body aching and a strange soreness in his groin. His gaze fell to the floor, where traces of his semen were littered around. "Lisa!" he roared, clenching his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. Just as he pushed himself to his feet, the door opened, and Beta Luke stepped inside, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of Grayson, disheveled and naked.

I say as I lunge forward with my left shoulder driving towards his stomach. *** Stepping out of the ensuite shower in my office I towel off before pulling on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. When I step back into my office Grayson is waiting for me. He mockingly looks around me, “ you alone in there, or do I need to shield my eyes?”. “Hilarious, man, hilarious,” I say flatly as I walk around to my desk chair. Gray's phone buzzes on the table, he picks it up and concentrates on whatever the contents are.

She started staggering away from the door. The door swung open. It was who she thought it was – her boss. Forty-two year old Gary Grayson stomped into her apartment with Isaiah following behind him. Grayson had blue eyes and dark hair. He was a little chubby, but he was a good looking guy for being in his forties. He was single and he was the grandson of a rich guy who used to be married to Gwyneth Grayson-Hansen. Grayson looked at her “You look like shit, Balsom,” he barked.

Savannah found Grayson behind the workshop that afternoon, exactly where she expected. Half inside the engine compartment of an old truck. Grease covered his hands. His shirt. His face. The truck itself looked like it had lost a fight with a mountain. "You missed lunch." His voice echoed from inside the engine. "I wasn't hungry." Savannah rolled her eyes. "That's my line." A wrench clattered somewhere inside. Then Grayson emerged. He looked terrible. Which was normal. Working on engines seemed to require becoming part engine. "You need better hobbies."

: everybody knows about it, but nobody cares to have it. "She's not very much my type. I like them... Invisible." "They don't make them like the used to." He jested, and Adrian agreed with a nod. "I'm Aaron... Brown!" "Cool! You can go away now!' Adrian snorted. "Sor....sorry!" He spun around, and walked away. "Can I get you something to drink?" He stopped and turned back to Adrian. "I hate people, they never listen!" Adrian groaned. "No!"

Grayson says confidently. “You do know you sound like a kidnapper, right?” Malisha asks throwing a punch at him. “If only I could be as morally grey as the dark romance guys. I would throw you on my shoulders and go away,” Grayson says with a wolfish grin. Malisha’s heart beats faster at that, and she asks, “You do know if you try to put me on your shoulders, they might disappear, right?” “We’ll see about that.”

Grayson whispered. “Yep!” “Ninette wants to know your size for something, can you come talk to her?” “I’ll be right there!” I practically snapped. “Of fucking course.” Grayson sighed pulling on his pants. I groaned. I was never going to get laid.

We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble that is similar to Leon's, and baby blue eyes.