Grayson Riggs Novels & Stories

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.

He sighed, "I would have got here sooner but the earliest flight wasn't until this morning and I had to pay in person." I pulled back, feeling ridiculously pathetic as I wiped at my eyes, probably smearing whatever was left of yesterday's mascara. I glanced up at him, my breath catching as I took in the familiar face I'd missed so much. Grayson was towering at six foot six, dark-skinned, his short dreads framing his face. With those dark, expressive eyes and that easy smile, he looked the part of his profession. He had double piercings on both ears, adding a rebellious touch to his otherwise laid-back look. He studied my swollen face, his gaze softening as he let out a deep chuckle. "Damn, B

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

"Mr. Rayner, Ms. Kilbourn had an emergency. She probably won't make it today." I called Charlotte. She finally answered, but I could hear Connor trying to hold back tears in the background. "George, I'm at the hospital." I asked with concern, "What happened?" "I'm fine. Connor had an allergic reaction to the watch he wore last night. His wrist is swollen." I looked down at the suit I was wearing. The waist was pulled so tight that I could barely breathe. "Today was supposed to be the day we tried on our wedding outfits."

I added quietly. “My school is under investigation because of these allegations.” He surprised me. My stomach dropped. “Stern Academy is being dragged into this.” “I’m telling the truth,” I said. He held my gaze. “I hope so,” he replied. Silence stretched and then he spoke again. “Let me tell you something.” His tone shifted. “I am married to a woman far younger than me. Her name is Gray-lynn. She was my best friend’s daughter.” I blinked. “She was twenty-two,” he continued. “We were in a secret relationship. She became pregnant with my child.” My chest tightened. “When her father found out, he attacked me. It was a physical fight. He found us being... intimate on his sofa at his house. Gray

His expensively tousled salt and pepper waves framed his handsomely tanned face, perfectly complementing his soulful brown eyes and seemingly permanent five-o'clock shadow. Michael Rannigan. He was the public face of the firm, young, good-looking, a hotshot who never missed his sound bite on the evening news. He occasionally showed up in gossip items in the newspaper for hosting charity events or escorting society beauties to red carpet affairs. But he dazzled juries with his legal expertise and handsome smile. And he won acquittals for the firm's very rich, very grateful clients.

It was just my luck to be struck down with a cold at the same time as my period was due. The mattress creaked as they all rolled out of bed. Four enormous, half-naked muscle men stumbled out of the bedroom, half-asleep with bedhead and morning glory. Grayson scrubbed a hand over his outgrown stubble. “I need a trim, but I can’t be bothered to do it,” he muttered. His long wiry whiskers gave him a rugged appearance and it made him look twice as sexy. I leaned in for a cuddle, kissing his lips, and felt the coarse texture spike my upper lip.

Then Simon Briggs turns and walks back toward his van. As Briggs reaches for the handle to open the door, I see Gray lift his hand from his pocket and raise a gun. I draw in a hard breath and grip the wheel. With a single, silent shot, Briggs’s head explodes in a red cloud and he crumbles to the ground. Gray walks over to the body and fires again, retrieves the duffel bag, and walks calmly back to the car and gets inside. His vehicle rumbles to life, and he drives away with as little hurry as if he’s just picked up a carton of milk at the convenience store and is heading home.

"So... I guess you're proof that people can change, huh? You used to be terrible back in the day... a party boy willing to drug others so that you could have a good time." Grayson grimaces. "I won't ever ask for your forgiveness. What I've done to you is horrible, and I know I won't ever be able to make it up to you." He says, looking at Rina. "I was a man-child without a ground. Rina is the one who helped me change." He looks back at Daisy and then dips his head. "Your son is an amazing young man... bright and a fast learner. You must be proud."

If it turns out that he has genuinely contracted a cold, then you can blame that guy, Ryan Dixon, all on your own! Jeff Gray had not fully awake, and as a result, he was oblivious to the absurdity of the thoughts that were running through his head. He was acting like a child who had been spoiled up until this point and was now having a temper tantrum after discovering that the other party did not love him as much as he thought they did.