Grayson Riggs Novels & Stories

Grayson ignored their greetings and entered the house, to meet his parents in the private lounge where they were eating freshly baked cookies with white wine while watching TV. He greeted them before taking a sit adjacent his mother who cried in disbelief and stood up to scold him for being so cold hearted and arrogant that he couldn't properly greet even her, who birthed him in pains. "I wasn't being arrogant mother. It's just that I'm so busy with work and have much things to attend to." He defended. "You've not only become shameless but an incorrigible liar," His father chipped in. "We called your secretary and asked about your schedule today and you are free, save only for the photo shoo

"I didn't say it had to be tomorrow, so just let me know it's on the table." "I really want to trust you. I want to think that you're only trying to do what's right and best. For Elijah. And maybe I would if you were Graham Phillips. But you're not. You're Grayson making out with Redwood. When a company gets in your way, you take them down and eat them. You take risks and move quickly with the jet set crowd—"

In the chaos, Mia got me out and into a car heading for Maine that same night. For five years I'd lived under another name, running this bakery, raising Claire alone. I stood up and started clearing the counter. The little TV on the corner was playing the financial news. A face I knew, and also didn't, came on the screen. Grayson, in a sharp black suit, was standing at a press conference podium. He looked thinner than he had five years ago, his cheekbones sharp, his eyes ringed with something dark and ugly. Those ice-blue eyes stared straight into the camera, empty, like two cold stones.

I'm always ready for you, Sir. Grayson slipped both phones into his pockets and headed back to his office, his mind spinning with problems he needed to solve: Morgan's threats. Riley Smith's violence towards Joy. Red.

Grayson had given me one of his black and white football jerseys which I wore as a dress with my black Balenciaga's and Louis V fanny pack unde. My make-up was in the team colors as well and I had on my right cheek Grayson's number 85 in glitter. I had invited Min Jae who invited a few other people to come and support my man. The first half was amazing. Grayson moved like a machine and caught 8 out of the 12 passes that had been thrown to him.

Seb shakes his head and wraps an arm around him, “Shit, Babe.” But Greyson chuckles and raises his eyebrows with a smirk, “I even had one woman rape me once, she tied me to her bed, drugged me so I’d be hard, then bounced up and down on me. She was trying to prove I wasn’t gay.” Greyson talks lightly, but George can tell there’s real hurt there.

Ethan got up and went and opened the door, Victor pushed in, and he and two other men walked in. Victor Grayson, at 55 years old, had a tough, weathered appearance that matched his no-nonsense personality. He was of average height, around 5 feet 9 inches, with a stocky build that made him seem more imposing than he actually was. His shoulders were broad but slightly hunched, and his movements were often sharp and abrupt, reflecting his irritable nature.

he hears Kian's high-pitched voice and rolls his eyes. When Kian opens the door, Grayson almost chokes on his saliva after seeing his half-naked body. He just finished showering and has only a towel around his waist. "Grumpy?" Kian looks at him with confusion as he wipes his wet hair with a small towel. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here for the kid," Grayson can't help but take a look at his collarbone and his well-built abs. He wonders how a student finds time to work out.

Then another. I tore my tie off and threw it across the room. I kicked the coffee table over. The glass shattered, but it didn’t satisfy me. I stood in front of the mirror. My face was pale. My lips trembled. “How did it all go to shit?” I whispered. The TV was still playing. News had already hit the press. ETHAN GRAYSON REMOVED FROM GRAYSON EMPIRES. INVESTIGATION UNDERWAY. I picked up the remote and hurled it. The screen cracked.