Grayson Hawthorne Novels & Stories

My throat ran dry like sandpaper. Words hung at the tip of my tongue but my mouth refused to cooperate, as his hand fondled my br**sts even harder. I moaned, the sound so sinful. Disgusting. But God did I like it. And I hated that I liked it. He was Grayson Russo. THE Grayson Russo. " He deserves a little punishment for not texting you yesterday, no?" My teeth clenched as I tried to stop the moan from slipping from my lips. " There was network issues, that's why," I answered after my lips managed to cooperate.

Grayson says, and I laugh a little. "Yes, I am ready to see Raine. I have not got to see or talk to her since we got back here." I tell him as I finish getting my shoes on. When I look up, I see him looking at me and the want in his eyes. His green eyes are like a forest I could get lost in. His dirty blond hair fits his face, and his jawline is sharp and defined. He is the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. I clear my throat and look away know we need to go. He walks closer to me, taking me into his arms in a hug. He kisses the top of my head.

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.

“Holt owns this city. He’ll crush you. You're fighting a war you can't win, kid.” I clenched my fists, my eyes were stinging. “He already did,” I whispered. “He killed my baby. Lied to me. Used me. And I’m not letting him get away with it.” Grayson looked at me for a beat. For a moment, I saw something: pity, maybe. But it vanished fast. And then he turned away. “Then you're on your own." He pulled a cigarette out and grabbed a lighter from his desk. "Find someone else. I’m not risking my life for this.”

Grayson strolls in wearing nothing but a towel low around his hips, displaying his rock-hard chiseled tan chest, dripping with water droplets. His hair was over his forehead and sticking to his skin, making him seem like anything but the cold, ruthless and bossy billionaire, but just like a regular guy, who happens to be extremely good-looking and in shape. "You asshole, I told you not to leave marks on me." I hiss out, tilting my neck, showing him. "How am I supposed to explain this?" Grayson coldly looks and ignores me as he removes the towel from his waist and starts drying himself, showing his limp yet still large cock for full display.

Then his voice, low and rough; "Can’t sleep again?" I turned my head slowly. Grayson stood in the archway, wearing gray sweatpants and a faded navy T-shirt. Hair tousled, jaw shadowed with stubble, barefoot. Not as shirtless as last time but somehow more dangerous like this. More real. "Something like that," I murmured. His eyes fell to my sketchbook. "You are still drawing." "Helps clear my head." He walked farther in and stood a few feet away, hesitating like he wasn’t sure if he should sit or leave. I could see the debate play out on his shoulders. I didn’t say anything.

Emily Warner I swallow hard as I look at the Lachlan enterprise building approaching. I felt Danika rub my back before I got out after saying bye to her. I ignored all my thoughts as walked straight in the building to the cafeteria. I need food to calm my nerves. I avoided greeting people and acted like I was in a hurry. I was in no mood to have small talk about my ‘vacation’. Everyone in the office was just as shocked as me when Hank announced his marriage news. The number of people that came up to me and asked me ‘I thought you were

He sighed, swirled the whiskey in his glass, and said, “Her name was Evelyn.” Sienna’s breath hitched. Grayson had never spoken about his late wife. Not to her. Not to anyone, as far as she could tell. She didn’t move, afraid that if she did, he would close himself off again. Instead, she simply waited, giving him the space to speak on his own terms. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers tightening around the glass. “She was… kind. And full of life. The kind of person who could walk into a room and make it warmer just by being there.”

“Where is he then?” “He went to get a bath. He was filthy,” I chuckled. “But he was here with you for quite a while. He’s going to be sad you woke up while he was gone.” “I’m sure I can fall back to sleep for him,” she laughed. Just then, Grayson came back from his bath. He looked much better, healthier and with clean clothes. “There’s my girl,” he said with a big grin. I got off the bed so he could come embrace his wife. He gave me a quick hug. “Thank you for sitting with her.”

I hear John say, lunching my attention back to him. "Ermm yeah,I'm still here. Do you have any info on this Justin guy?" "Yeah,he lived here in Boston,he basically grew up here and was engaged to a lady called Hannah Grayson--" "Wait.mmwait...did you say Hannah Grayson??" "Yeah." "Okay, thanks John." "Of course,don't forget...check ya email." As the phone went silent,I immediately checked my email and the hair at the back of my neck rose. I could felt the goosebumps on my arms.