Peter Griffin Garfield Novels & Stories

Peter steps around to Gracie’s door to open it for her. “Thank you,” Gracie smiles sweetly at Peter, He grabs her by the hand, spins her around, then quickly gently places his hands over her jaw and kisses her pink glossy lips. Her strawberry lip gloss wears off on him, he licks his lips. Smiles and says, you taste delicious.” Peter takes a deep breath to calm his desiring energy for the lady. Gracie, a little stunned, enjoys the moment. She climbs into her jeep. Peter walks over to his beat up work truck to finish loading his purchase. Peter is a landscaper, which is more than just mowing yards. He designs yards, pools, and helps create curb appeal. He takes his business seriously with a re

If my father was alive he would have done same. "Apologize" he ordered. "Uncle let it be" intervened aarav and earned a slap too. "I am sorry." I mumbled. "You will also be there at dinner" he declared. "But he don't have family" said Griffin. "I have. I have two brothers. Not by blood but I do have family." I spoke startling them "Who?" Asked griffin. "You piece of shit, Don't even know a thing about your daughter's partner. I am ashamed of you." Shout peter at griffin.

Janet turned to Griffin with a forced smile before walking away. "Don't mind her," Karen said, waving it off. "Tell me about yourself. You look familiar—I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." "I work for Mr. Stefan Everest. I'm his proxy," Griffin replied simply. Karen’s eyes widened. "Oh my God, that’s right! And what’s that like?" Griffin leaned back. "Are you one of those people who hate him just because he's crippled and mute?" Karen quickly shook her head. "Of course not! I think it's amazing that you’ve stayed with him for so long. And it’s really brave of you to be looking for a company of your own."

He wore a grave expression, and his face was hard to read. Upon seeing Grace, the man respectfully greeted her, "Ms. Lewis." Grace was puzzled and asked, "Do you know me?" Xander then spoke, "Gracie, he's my personal assistant, Peter Miller." "Your personal assistant?" "If you can't reach me in the future, you can directly contact him." When he heard that, Peter took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over. "This is my number, Ms. Lewis." Grace took it, still somewhat confused. "Xander, what is this?"