Grayson Mathers Novels & Stories

Gray clearing his throat is what makes us both turn our attention to the front, he stood with his hands behind his back looking over the crowd. "I was not going to speak today but as my mate and I were getting ready, she spoke about what my mother would have wanted and I think she would have liked me to say a few words" he starts his speech his eyes now turning to me "my mother was such an incredible person, she was always putting others in front of herself and was the best role model me and my older sister could have asked for, what happened to her was such a grave tragedy and we all have been robbed of the immense ball of light that I just know would have shone and changed all of our lives

Grayson eagerly anticipated seeing Malisha, feeling that their separation only entangled matters further. He visualized her reaction upon seeing him, though he recognized the truth. "Perhaps she'll display a flicker of excitement," he mused, then chastised himself for such delusion. This self-deception proved necessary to maintain his composure. Though conscious he'd be the last person she'd wish to encounter, his anticipation remained undiminished. The memory of John, the rogue she'd assisted, prompted a weary sigh. "I'll eliminate him if circumstances demand it. I doubt she has developed any strong feelings for him. She left for three years, and had no concrete connection with anyone," Gra

Grayson. He looked just like she remembered except from the stubble on his cheeks and He looked tanned. 3 years was a really long time she thought.Grayson engulfed her in a tight hug and gave her a light peck on the lips before releasing her and laid on the bed. Prisca stood there feeling embarrassed, not because of the Kiss Of course She knew he was gay, but jason didnt and that was the reason she was feeling embarrassed and bothered. She was sure that jason thought she was a whore or that she was using him meanwhile that wasn't the case. Not like she cared what he thought about her anyways or did she?. "So how are you Grayson?".

He's standing behind me, and I can see through his eyes the irritation when I ignore him. "Sorry. I was carried away," I murmured. "Who is this guy, Erika? I didn't know you made a friend in short time?" Mike asked with a smile. "Uh, Mike this is Grayson. Grayson, he's Mike. My brother's best doctor and he currently taking care of him," I uttered. Mike lend his hand, "Hi, nice to meeting you. I am Michael Harris, Eric's doctor and Erika's friend." But Grayson just stared at his hand before looking away, "I am Grayson Martinez."

Leo’s fingers gripped the back of her chair so hard his knuckles turned bloodless and pale. “This is me being nice. I used to like that guy. Hell, he even made a house call and treated my burn once. But after what he done, I lost all respect for him.” Amber nodded. Dr. Gainey had taken care of Grayson for a few years, the only doctor who knew all his secrets. He’d saved his life after Grayson’s accidental overdose back in November. But one good deed didn’t change the awful thing he’d done. He’d given Courtney the ammunition she needed to trap him in their marriage. To hold Grayson hostage with her threats, making him a prisoner in his own life.

“No, you’re not sorry. But you will be once I tell Aldrich that you didn’t follow my orders. Do you know who I am, girl? My name is Greyson. Anthony Greyson. I own the building you’re sitting in. Hell, I probably own the apartment you live in, too. And I know I own Leon Aldrich. Now if you expect to ever work in this city again, you’ll do as you’re told… now!” Ms. Matthews jumped as if the man was actually in the room barking orders at her. Some instinct told her that every word he had spoken was true. She scurried into Mr. Aldrich’s office and checked the planner on his desk, then relayed the information to Mr. Greyson. The man’s tone of voice changed, becoming calmer, almost pleasant. “Goo

Grayson’s terse text. She spotted him waiting beside his sleek black SUV in a dimly lit corner. Mr. Grayson, 48 years old, stood tall and imposing. His broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit. Silver hair showed at his temples. He radiated authority. A calm, predatory smile touched his lips when he saw her. “Raven,” he said simply. As she got closer she wondered what he had got on her bed on the text he sent and how bad it was. She stood in front of him and she suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe with the way the next few minutes played out.

Maybe now the bitch would have a better chance of hooking a big fish if her toughest competition wasn’t around. She’d also spent the day going over every possibility behind Grayson’s shady deal. He was secretly gay, had some horrible disease, a grotesque deformity under his clothes, a tiny dick, a third nipple, was hardcore into bondage and had killed a lover, he was a serial killer, had genital warts, or was just horrible in the bedroom. So many possibilities and Amber had encountered a great deal of them in the club. Like the dude who had a small tail off his ass bone. That was a surprise under his designer suit indeed.

Grayson took a bite of his sandwich. Ari nodded, nibbling at hers. She thought for a moment, and then asked, "Grayson, why did you do this? Call in a specialist for Henley. I have a feeling that it all wasn't just for me." Grayson sighed, shaking his head. "You may not know this." He looked into her eyes. "But my mother died of cancer when I was young." Ari gasped. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Grayson yells, his voice booming over the whispers of the gathered Mercer Bloodline elders. "Grayson, stop it," Mallory whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut as tears stream down her pale cheeks. She trembles violently, leaning her thin, delicate frame against him like a wounded bird. "Please... don't do this here..." "We've sacrificed enough for her!" Grayson snaps, his grip tightening on her fingers until her knuckles turn white. He turns his glaring eyes back to me, his lip curling in utter disgust. "Even for you, she forced me to give her up to marry you! If you hadn't done something shameless like that on your wedding night, I would have taken you to the altar a long time ago! Harper, I'm t