Romans & histoires Grayson Hall

KATHERINE For the past two years, I've followed my son Aaron to the hospital. Every single day... And my heart melted every time I saw him sitting at the edge of Helena's unconscious body. "Don and Ashlyn finally got something they've been longing for, baby," Aaron whispered to comatosed Helena. My heart ached at his longing look.

He seemed pale. “Are you hurt?” I asked, scanning him. “You look pale.” He gave out a wry chuckle, “I’ll be fine. A little sleep and maybe some food.” I nodded, “Good to know.” I turned to Matt Wallber and the woman beside him before offering my hand to him. “I’m Greyson Black, Gordon’s bodyguard, and occasional errand runner.” Gordon cackled, “I’d never call you an errand runner… Part-time chef is better.”

They were dressed in black, with hoods up, and baggy sweatpants. “Elias?” Still squinting, he tilted his head and a few seconds later, his face dropped. “Oh shit. That’s Jackson Mayor.” “Who?” “Alicia Mayor’s boyfriend. He’s like twenty-three.” “Alicia Mayors. The one that’s hated you since middle school?” “Yeh, that one. And I called her a bitch the other day.” I glanced back to the guy. His eyebrows were tensed, and his jaw stiff, his eyes squarely set on Elias.

He makes me feel a lot of things that I hate feeling. I walk towards his room as I take a deep breathe to look a little confident and sexy. But as soon as I step in, all the air in my lungs is knocked out, Jake Carson was shirtless, beating the punching bag so hard that I felt like it was going to tear into half. Holy fuck. Why God?

Him looking relaxed, more confident now that she is here. Growing up, I’ve always wanted something similar to what they had. I didn’t think it would be possible. Right now, I could even say I’ve given up on that. “Oh, I’ve seen your statement piece for fall,” Mum says to Mrs. Granger. “The style is impeccable, as always.” From the conversations I wasn’t really paying attention to. I got to know Grayson’s father owns a chain of hotels and his mother is a fashion designer. His father is a family man from the looks of it, even though he rarely smiles.

Grayson pulled my hand and we quickly left Jack Gilmore’s house. -- Once again Grayson was quiet in the car, but this time he had tears in his eyes and was muttering to himself. I reached over and touched his thigh and it was like he didn’t even feel my hand. His eyes remained on the road. Lee was in the living room when we got home. “How did it go?” He asked. “It was great,” Grayson laughed bitterly. “He completely rejected me. Told me he didn’t want or need me cuz he already has a son.”

The elevator doors parted like theater curtainsand time froze. Greyson Christianson stood inside, one shoulder propped against the mirrored wall with the casual confidence of a man who owned the world. Dark blond hair that looked like he'd run his fingers through it, storm-gray blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her carefully constructed armor, a powder-blue dress shirt that clung to his athletic frame in a way that should be illegal. The society pages never did him justice their photos couldn't capture the magnetic pull of his presence, the way he seemed to command attention without even trying.

This time Zeus' attention was on Sandra, waiting for her approval, she wanted to have that ten-minute conversation with Grayson and she shook her head maybe, she just realized her actions that she was being too dramatic and unreasonable. "No, I think we should have the ten minutes talk," she said finally "My name is Grayson, I am twenty-two, the gamma of Forest pack, nice to meet you Sandra, I wish you a safe drive home," he said pain flashing his eyes. "I said I am giving you ten minutes but if you don't want it, I wouldn't..." "I want it..." He said suddenly interrupting her, it was at that point that we realized that Grayson's hand had been outstretched to her all this time and Sandra for

Grayson followed, his spunk dripping down my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he rode out the last of his climax. I collapsed onto the carpet, my body trembling, my mind a haze of pleasure and shame. Hale’s voice cut through the fog, cold and final. “Clean yourself up.” Grayson zipped up his pants, his smirk cruel. “Until next time, darling. You’ve been very good.”

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.