Grayson Mathers Novels & Stories

I'm not proud of that. "Okay, gentlemen, time to talk business," Grayson begins, after taking a long swig of his large caramel frappé with extra whipped cream and colored sprinkles. I don’t like that he called me a gentleman, "Ever since the first day Redboxinggloves insulted Midnight, I've been watching all the Beast Maker people very carefully. I've created a list of possible attackers, take a look at it." Gray sets a piece of paper down on the table and then turns to all sides as if someone is watching us. I take it first, approaching Baxter on the couch so he can read as well.

Grayson’s warehouse was invaded and all the drugs, weapons and people he kept there were evacuated Grayson had been impeached, thereby stripping him of his immunity and he was in jail waiting for his court day for his final verdict. I hope he got life imprisonment. We got what we wanted. We had finally acted upon the exclusive rumor we heard and confirmed it bringing Grayson down but what cost? I was currently on national television with my kids, Charisa and Dunlop, in the background cheering me on. Charisa had come to stay as I was so fond of her; she was like the twin sister I never had.

“You’ve lasted this long because no one knew where you were.” “I’m not living if I’m still hiding,” I snapped. “That’s not surviving — that’s waiting to die slower.” He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the tension radiating from him. “You think stepping into open fire is the smarter option?” “Maybe not smarter,” I said. “But it’s mine.” Grayson appeared from the back of the half-collapsed hallway, his expression unreadable. His clothes were dark, his face drawn — too many sleepless nights, too many losses but his eyes, those sharp grey ones that always looked like they were analyzing ten moves ahead, were softer now.

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.

While she's in the car, her mind still tangled as a ball of yarn. Grayson Kai is gay? So her first night was a... Sienna felt sick to her stomach. This might haunt her for the rest of her life. No wonder why Mr. Reyes had to emphasize the fact that Grayson was drugged. No wonder why Grayson couldn't say it himself. He must have detected feeling her deep inside him. The only gay person she knew was Marcus, and he hated looking at a nude woman! After coming back from the bar, Sienna stood in front of the mansion for twenty minutes; she was hesitant to open the door. She didn't know how to face Grayson.

“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.

"U-uh. Eldar. H-hello fancy meeting you here. I was--we were just.." Greyson interrupted me, showing a rather toothy smile. "I was helping her highness get straightened out. It seems she has had a bit too much to drink. I would gladly appreciate your assistance to help her into bed, as I have errands to run." Errands. Errands? What was he thinking? I just had one of the best and most embarrassing I might add, moments of my life. And here he was, trying to run off! I stomped on his foot and tried to punch him but Eldar was there a moment too quick.

Grayson sulked. “Because it was too good of an opportunity to pass up about the time you gave me a busted jaw from a punch I didn’t see coming when I was innocent. But that’s the only way you can ever beat me,” laughed Leo. Grayson turned down by the docks. He was taking the backstreets to Doc Corbin’s rather than the main drag through The Fringe. Grayson was held in a warehouse around here for days, beaten, deprived of proper food, water, sleep, but if it bothered him being back here, he didn’t let on. It didn’t seem to affect Leo either being back where he’d gotten shot. It bothered Amber enough for the both of them though. The light cheerful mood dissipated and rage and fear assaulted her

Dolly waved away the bartender who brought her over a slider full of potent-looking shots, all varying shades of dark beige to mahogany before continuing. "And ever since then, Atlas Grayson is certified single. He'll fuck a woman, and he'll fuck her good, but he doesn't really put his heart in it from what I understand. Which isn't a problem because most of them only want him to put his dick in it, and that's enough. Don't get me wrong, he's broken a few girls' hearts when they thought they could seduce him into love, but he's never played anyone. That's what I hear anyway."

Grayson said, running his hand on his hair. "He's a beast. I think his best way of having his revenge was having sex with one of the random ladies you bring back home. Not knowing that I'm not any of your fucking bitches! I wish to strangle him slowly and roughly till he pass out." Yara hissed, falling back on the bed as she stared at the ceiling. "I'm sorry you had to face that. He has always been all crazed out but we never knew he was psychotic. The scum is literally obsessed with masochism and other dark stuffs related to sex."