Griffin Johnson Bulge Novels & Stories

Griffin could hear Howard's concerned voice. Griffin's internal organs were a mess at that moment, having suffered internal injuries. There was a burning pain in his back. His brother's voice had pulled him back from his muddled thoughts, and he barely managed to force himself to sit up. He saw Howard a few dozen feet away from him, looking at him with concern and widened eyes. The people around him were also shooting him uncertain looks. Just as he was about to say something, a red glow landed on his body, indicating that Griffin had failed.

"This area, here, right here," Eli finally managed to find an old scar on Griffith's back, and he said to the doctor, "Isn't this a wound? A serious one!" The doctor was speechless and said, "Sir, please don't make it difficult for us." He just had a small abrasion and a burn. Eli, who didn't know what was happening, thought it was something major. Griffith, sitting on the edge of the bed, had lost his patience. He buttoned his shirt and sighed.

” **************** The next morning,when Daphne woke up,Griffin had already gotten up. His injury seemed to have improved and he sat in the dining room,sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. Dressed in a charcoal gray shirt and dark tie, he looked as handsome as ever. Daphne found herself admiring him. Griffin’s gaze fell on her and he softly informed her.”You’re missing a button.” Daphne glanced down and discovered that the third button of her champagne-colored shirt was gone. Her cheeks flamed and due to her seated position,her shirt had opened,revealing her cleavage.

She gulped at the suddenness. Her medication helped her with the pain. But it didn't prepare her for a hug from a freaking bodybuilder! "Griffin...You're choking me..." Immediately, those arms stopped squeezing her, and Griffin put his chin on the top of her head. "Sorry... I just got excited... I like hugs." "Do you now?" "Yes, but only with you." They stayed like that for a while. With Griffin hugging Scarlett from behind and her leaning into his hardness. Literally. His dick was pressing into her back, ready to go again.

Griffin finishes taking off his clothes leaving him in boxers, if he were in other circumstances he would enjoy the view, his body is very well worked but I only have my eyes fixed on his that only show one thing, determination, I will be his and nothing and nobody will stop it, take a step towards me and whisper “It's time for you to start begging, beautiful... - he says approaching me, at that moment they knock on the door again, I see how he rolls his eyes and walks to the furniture behind him while they knock on the door again “Boss ...” a voice is heard on the other side, doubtful. “WHAT?...” he shouts again, the door opens and a fearful-looking short man enters “Boss... t-the shipment

His face remained obscured by shadow and distance, but something about his posture triggered an alarm in the deepest part of my brain—a recognition that bypassed conscious thought and went straight to primal fear. "Enhance section seven-alpha," Griffin commanded, his voice carrying an odd mixture of his father's authority and something entirely his own. The image sharpened, revealing details that made my breath catch. The figure's left arm hung at an unnatural angle, the shoulder held rigid in a way that suggested permanent nerve damage. When he gestured to his subordinates, the movement was compensated, controlled—the adaptation of someone who'd learned to work around significant physical l

The moment he took it, the mask dropped, leaving you staring into the face of the devil. Blood roared between my ears as I strode toward the Georgian-style buildings in the distance that bordered what used to be called Logris. I had known what Griff was the moment he had strutted up to me, wearing that three-piece suit with the skin-tight pants that accentuated his muscular thighs and the unholy bulge between his legs. I had known he was trouble when he gave me a dazzling, John Travolta smile of brilliant white teeth.

When he pulled his lips back he was grinning devilishly. "This is nice and takes my mind off the pain in my foot." I laughed and told him I was more than happy to help, causing him to chuckle. I told him to scoot over so I could lay down and he lifted himself and moved over a couple of inches causing the blanket to fall off his endowment. My eyes caught it briefly before he quickly covered himself. I could have sworn I saw several piercings down the shaft. Griffin turned to his back and covered his eyes with his forearm in embarrassment.

My chest heaves while my hands crumbles into fists. "I don't know of why a damsel like you is in distress but I'd love to introduce myself, by then you can decide if whether or not I should leave." He utters and I start the countdown, hoping that in less than a minute, he'll be done and over with his introduction and leaves me to find my way. "I'm Griffin Johnson, the CEO of Johnson Cooperation." As he stretches forth his hand for a handshake, tears blossoms down my face as I didn't hesitate at returning the handshake. Even through my miseries, his identity was enough to light up a smile on my face.

The same scar I had seen when he signed the contract. My stomach tightened. I zoomed in. The memory hit me like a wave. *Your hand. You are bleeding.* *Old injury. Do not worry about me.* The words floated up from somewhere deep. Just fragments. A scarred hand. A deep voice. Safety in the middle of fear. I clicked away from the photo. My breathing came faster. I kept scrolling. More articles. A five year gap in his work history. Then projects overseas. Nothing about a brother named Sterling in any of them. Griffin stayed in the background. Always the second son. The one nobody talked about.