Grayson Riggs Novels & Stories

As if that was not enough when l slid into his team shirt, making my way to the bleachers l was the center of attraction and me oblivious to it due to my unattendence to these occasions l pretty much hated it. Grayson made it pretty simple for me by Screaming my name to signal his position and before l walked l got a text from Chris. You look hot in my jersey 😍😍 -Chris And a smile automatically made its way to my face before stealing a glance to where he was. I did catch a little from my way up to the bleachers Chris has a baby mama She's pretty even her baby as well This might damage his NFL draft Brushing it off I just tried my best to not let anything dumped the mood l was put in. Grays

she laughs. And just like that. I’m her brave Knight of the Obsidian, ready to take on the whole fucking world for her. Abigail Bennett-Winchester I just barely finished changing into a silk and lace teddy before Grayson comes barreling through the door of our bedroom, his face is flushed like he just flew up the flight of stairs. He’s wearing black jeans and a long-sleeved fitted shirt that clings achingly tight to those chiseled biceps and chest. Good God, I’d like to tear the shirt off with my bare teeth. He must have put on at least fifteen pounds of muscle since he began training and damn, does it look good on his 6’3 frame.

Corinthians finally fell into weakness. Why am I hearing these things? "Tell me, how can I not tend to you. How about you, Greyson?" Silence filled the area. No one answered, I felt Greyson and Corinthians. I don’t know what’s going on with them anymore, but I’m sure they’re both suffering now. And Greyson, he just lost his all time partner. He lost his eagle, he lost Fray. "Hey." Corinthians calls me. I immediately stood up to support her as she tried to stand up.

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.

No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago. The Greys had recently placed a mysterious job ad without any description. I stumbled upon it in my email last night, and this morning I received a call for an interview. For all I knew, it could be a trap. Glancing around, I noticed three other girls sitting quietly in the corner, also waiting. Please, don't let this be some sketchy modeling gig. I desperately need the money, but not that desperately. "Mrs. Grey will see you now," the receptionist announced, her crisp voice snapping me back to reality.

Her earnings for a whole year couldn't even buy a toilet from the Kai building. Sienna was finally persuaded; she took the black card. "I understand." Grayson's face eased up a bit. He stood up and said to Sienna, "Let's go." Sienna was confused. "Where?" Grayson's black eyes had an unusual expression. "It's time to apply the cream." Apply the cream. Skin to skin... Body to body... Sienna thought of the subtle sparks between them last night and felt numb inside. She was in a hundred percent regret. Why did she agree to do it for Grayson from the beginning? There's now no going in and no turning back.

Gray said opening his arms wide as I rushed towards him and gave him a tight hug , he rubbed my hair gently before kissing it . " You're doing great baby !! " His phone started ringing , Gray took it out and immediately he saw the caller ID, he looked at me before swallowing hard " Baby , keep practicing, I'll be right back " " Seriously, ? Again ! "I said to myself trying not to show the disappointment on my face

Grayson’s eyes turned cold at that comment. “You know what?” He said instead. He stood up and picked his things up. “I’m not accountable to answer any more of your questions. If you’re so set in getting information out of me, call my lawyer. But, let me tell you that you’ll just be wasting your time. That nickname The St. Claire Rogue, has done enough damage during the days that I made sure that I cover my prints all the time.” Jordan was about to answer back when he heard the voice that made his heart jump all the time. He turned and saw Maya, approaching them, her eyes on Grayson. She looked so young and beautiful despite her hair being in disarray and carrying a canvas bag with paint spla