Riley Grazer Novels & Stories

She clenched her hands, squeezing mine, "Kinda. I, uh, want to ask you something, but I'm not sure it's a good idea." "Well, I'm an adult, and your dad, and a very understanding guy. As long as it isn't arranging a marriage between you and some drug dealer, I can handle it. You decide." Riley gently gripped my finger. Seeming like idle toying, she pointed it down, pressing it against the warm cotton of her briefs. Under my finger, through the thin fabric, I felt curly hair. Misty told me once that all the gymnasts shaved, the costume and all. Now, Riley is letting her pubic hair grow out. I let my finger move slightly, tactfully accepting her offer and visualizing. Riley is a dark blond but

The loft buzzed with forced casual energy. Someone had hooked up a projector showing old beta highlight reels—sanitized, of course. No full-frontal, just avatars dancing through neon cities or sword-fighting in fantasy arenas. Alex kept one eye on Riley while pretending to listen to some guy ramble about latency issues. His name tag said “GrizzlyTank.” In game, he’d been the loud one always trying to join public orgies. Riley stood a few feet away now, chatting with a small cluster of women. She laughed at something, but her gaze kept sliding back to him. Every time their eyes met, it was like a system ping.

she blurted out. "Maniac?!" Our companions altogether said at once. Gracelyn face palm herself and groan. She will have a long explanation to do. Snd I am gonna enjoy hearing her story. I grin ay her and wink. She just rolled her eyes at me. Gracelyn's POV "Maniac?!" Our companions altogether said at once. I covered my ears and saw that Riley is grinning at me like he is enjoying this. "It is not what you think. Riley here keeps on staring at me and I mistook him as maniac." I begin and told them the story of how I meet Riley.

No wonder Erin didn't like him around. "I'm going to head up and take a shower." Riley was ready to stage a retreat however he could. He glanced at Grant. "I'm on first shift, right?" "Yup." Riley turned on his heel and grabbed his duffle out of one of the opened cases before fleeing upstairs.

he said, taking out his wallet to pay. With the stake tucked safely away in his pocket, he headed outside. Riley was waiting with a sheepish grin, her thin frame was silhouetted against the bright sky. She had her hands shoved in the pockets of her jeans and her dark curls were tossed back in a ponytail, a few wayward strands cascading around her face. “Greta says ‘hello,’ too,” she said with a smirk. Kadeem cocked an eyebrow. “You’re dating my new spin instructor?”

Nothing like the quiet girl Brooke and her crew bullied every day. Her window was already cracked open. She climbed out, dropped softly onto the roof, then jumped to the grass below. Riley’s Honda was waiting at the corner, engine purring low. “Finally, bitch!” Riley grinned, gold hoops flashing. “You look like you’re ready to get fucked tonight.” Riley was Zara’s best friend wild, loud, 18, and the biggest party girl in school. She had slept with half the senior boys and didn’t give a fuck. Tonight she wore a tiny red dress that rode up her thighs when she drove.

He mumbles, looking down at his desk. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, if that’s the case, can you please be Ainsley’s helper and introduce her to everyone this week?” She sounds nicer now. “Alright, Miss Ratner.” His eyes brighten up. He looks at me and smiles, “Hi! I’m Riley.” He has straight blonde hair that comes down to his chin. It’s a little tangled and looks like straw. I don’t think he brushed it this morning. He has hazel eyes and tan skin. He’s missing a couple of teeth that make his smile look funny.

I swallowed hard, not knowing if I should at least smile at him or not. I quickly looked away and started swaying my hips to the music. Lucy kept dancing like no one was watching her and she was pretty good at it while I was standing in the middle awkwardly not knowing how to dance or do anything. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulders and turned around to find one of my classmates smiling down at me. It was Tyler Whittman from the football team. "You are Riley Adams, right?" he asked, making me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. I've noticed him hanging out with Tristan and his crew a couple of times but I had no idea why he was talking to me. Tristan promised me that his friends wouldn't bot

But then she sees it—his shoulders shaking. Riley Griffin is crying.

Riley pov The Club's conference room feels like a battlefield disguised as a boardroom. Twelve of New York's wealthiest philanthropists sit around the mahogany table, and every single one of them is staring at me. Breathe you belong here now. You're not that broken woman sleeping in her car anymore. "Ladies and gentlemen," Brett says, his hand warm on my back, "I'd like you to meet Riley Graham, co-chair of the Graham Charity Foundation." Several eyebrows raise at the word 'co-chair.' I'm not Mrs. Graham yet, but Brett introducing me with his last name sends a clear message: we're a team. He's claiming me publicly. After everything we've been through, he's proud to have me by his side.