Novel & Cerita Grayson Hall

Who loves you and lets you become without him, even when it feels like dying. I know, she sent. I'm trying too. To need without disappearing. To love without escaping. To be here, with you, messed up and not finished and still— Still what? Still trying. That's all. Just still trying. He put down the phone. Went inside. The house quiet, his father asleep or gone, the inheritance that was also protection surrounding him. Grayson Hayes, falling apart. Publicly, privately, messily. The performance failing, the control breaking, the need made visible.

The door swung open. A tall, powerfully built man filled the doorway. **Kai Grayson**, 34. Ex-Army Ranger turned survival writer. Sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, short-cropped black hair, and a body honed by years of harsh training and mountain living. He looked at her like she was a hallucination. “You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, voice deep and rough. “No shit,” Lila snapped through chattering teeth. “My car is stuck. Phone’s dead. Can I come in? Please. Just until the storm passes.”

My throat gets dry so I gulp some more whiskey. I can't go through this every day. I am turning into a maniac. Like a crazy old cat lady. "Ethan. I love you but I love me more. I am sorry. Sorry for," I wipe the tears from my cheeks. I feel a sharp sting as my tears touch my bleeding knuckles. Fucking salt in tears. “Ethan, listen carefully. I, Alpha Ryan Damison," I gulp down more whiskey as I need balls for what I am going to say next.

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.

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'.

Grayson had given me one of his black and white football jerseys which I wore as a dress with my black Balenciaga's and Louis V fanny pack unde. My make-up was in the team colors as well and I had on my right cheek Grayson's number 85 in glitter. I had invited Min Jae who invited a few other people to come and support my man. The first half was amazing. Grayson moved like a machine and caught 8 out of the 12 passes that had been thrown to him.

How ruthless can President Grayston be? Our phones emitted another beep. Tina Sands, a well-known actress. Recently announced that she is expecting a child with billionaire Christopher Grayston. I looked straight into his eyes without uttering a single word. Can’t I for once in my life have peace? Is this man ever going to stop disrespecting me, I thought to myself. Then I noticed Luke scanning the parking lot for me. I let out a sigh. “Excuse me,” I said. My eyes stung and were red, but I couldn’t bring myself to cry in front of him. When Luke noticed me, he came towards me, simply hugged and rubbed my back.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

“Welcome back, Hale.” Adrian stiffened beside me. A figure stepped out tall, scarred, with cold, familiar eyes. “Grayson?” I breathed. He smirked. “Didn’t think I’d be so easy to get rid of, did you?” Grayson was one of my father’s old associates presumed dead after the last corporate war that almost took down the company. He looked very much alive. Adrian’s hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding. “What do you want?” I demanded.

"Who is it? Why the commotion?" "Don't you know? It's Shaun Lane from GM Tech!" "No way! Mr. Lane, the mysterious, low-profile rising star of the business world?" "Yeah, I checked backstage earlier. Today, Mr. Payne, Mr. Lane, and Mr. Greenwood are all here to play golf. Mr. Payne and Mr. Greenwood are already inside, just waiting on Mr. Lane." Shaun Lane? Halsey wasn't involved in the business world, but she had heard the socialites around her talk about this new business sensation. To them, he was the dream guy.