Greyhouse Publishing Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

"Mr Gray, hello." "Finn, can you help me check on something and get back to me today?" "Sure, Mr Gray." "The publisher behind our monthly catalogs in Canada." "Should be Wayne Publishers if I'm not mistaken, Mr Gray." I fucking knew it. "Please, be sure, Finn. It's very important you are." "Okay, can you hold one for a minute?" A minute later, he came back to the call. "Yes, Mr Gray. They're the ones. Is there a problem?"