Novel & Cerita Grayson From The Nut Job

Grayson turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto his dashing face. In the mirror, Grayson tried his best to manage his expression, gradually concealing the violent and ruthless look on his face. He then tried to squeeze out a smile while facing the mirror, yet this smile looked even more hideous than his crying face. In the end, he gave up fixing his facial expression altogether as tears flowed out of his eyes. Three years ago, the scene of Jay braving the danger alone in order to rescue them started flashing in his head like a movie.

{The next morning} Grayson stretch and yawn with his eyes closed then he walk straight to the bathroom after some minutes he came out and sight a figure on the bed,he was stunned and shocked because no one has ever slept on his bed. He went straight to the bathroom to fetch a bowl of water then he came back to the room and pour all the content on anya making her jerk off the bed. "What the hell?" Anya yelled. "Why are you sleeping in my bed?" Grayson yelled.

Grayson pulls out the gun. “Please, leave Gracie, take everything but leave Gracie.” I laugh. He forgot about his own daughter. Lucky for him killing a woman really isn’t our style, so she will be safe. I watch as Grayson points the gun, hearing it fire and Rizzo fall to the floor. Well, there goes his kneecap. “Why would we Rizzo? Why wouldn’t we give her the same sweet treatment you just did to Raven?” Grayson’s words are growled as he pulls Rizzo up, the gun fires and Rizzo collapses screaming. There goes two kneecaps. He’s losing it.

I hid my feelings behind sarcasm and dirty jokes to mask how I truly felt when all I ever wanted was to find my mate and for her to love me – to love us all. Fuck! I’m so screwed. The little lady has me by the balls, and she doesn’t even realize it. *~*~* Mason I’ve never seen Grayson give a shit about anything other than his Porsche before. Holy crap, maybe the guy has depth after all. I can tell by the way he avoided my gaze that he was stressing about something. Grayson was usually so laid back, he was horizontal. The fact that he hadn’t locked himself in the bathroom to jerk off meant that our girl occupied his thoughts.

Grayson suggests "Oh please so that you take your one and only chance to bitch slap me. Please no. I am pretty sure l am awake right now." "Wow hungover already gone." I ask "Thanks to your yelling my head is in hell." We give her about 10 seconds for her to comprehend the hell that just happened. Grayson was on the other hand showing his countdown. "Action." He whispers to me /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/

At first, Annie thought it was the same thing she'd seen Michael and Joey doing in the back of the Limousine. She saw Gray steal a sparkling glance at her but yet it was as if he wasn't seeing her. He looked so much like someone in excruciating pain. He was naked except for the short he'd changed into before bed. His diamond earrings sparked on his right earlobe. Joey who was now not so drunk, was very composedly standing beside them, with his hands in his pockets. "Should I get the acumen?" he gently questioned. Gray stole another glance towards the gapping door, "Yes," he groaned.

"There's this dress you need to—" She stops talking abruptly when the door swings open and Grayson enters the room. He seems to be too busy brooding at first to notice that there are people in the room. Then suddenly he halts, his eyes slowly moving from the beautician to grandmother and finally it lands on me. His eyes sweep over my figure before he looks away. I'm too stunned to even move to cover myself. Not that I can do much anyway. The robe is translucent. I'm almost certain he saw the outline of my nipples and curves.

She hissed at them. "Okay but if I scare you it’s because you asked for it." He cleared his throat. "About thirteen years ago Mr. Hewsen got bit by a venomous snake, he supposedly died and then somehow got up and started living again. He hadn't been seen since then up until two years ago. He then suddenly had someone living with him. The boy’s name is Garrett, he's kind of psycho. Another year went by and they adopted a girl named Lena. We're expecting them to adopt another someone in a few months." Ricky said. “He’s the one that has the gray eyes like you.” Maybe he is related to you?” “It sounds like he was very lucky. He also sounds like a nice man helping out a couple of kids.” Jade said

“I’ll take ‘for now’.” Jamie stuffed his mouth with pancakes. “So no more spy missions?” I smiled at him. “Maybe smaller ones.” He grinned. “Yes!” Later that afternoon, the house felt calm. Grayson was back in the garage working on the car. I stood in the doorway watching him. He had grease on his hands again, his shirt half open, muscles flexing as he worked. I bit my lip. How did I marry someone so hot? “I heard that,” he said without looking up.

"We'll figure out what's going on and shut it down. Nobody messes with Grayson's people." "I appreciate that," Honey said, surprised by how easily Nate seemed to accept her presence in Grayson's life. "I'll call as soon as I have something," Nate promised before ending the call. "Who is Nate?" Honey asked, looking at Grayson. A chance to find out more about Grayson. "My oldest friend," Grayson replied, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "We grew up together, then both went to Harvard. While I went into business, he joined the FBI. He left a few years ago to start his own private security firm."