Will Graham Novels & Stories

He arched an eyebrow and inquired, "What's up, G? You two know each other?" Tony smirked and added, "The poor woman looked like she had seen a ghost. I'm a hundred per cent sure you know each other." Graham shoved his hands into his pockets to stop himself from taking out a cigarette to smoke his stress away. His jaw clenched as he replied through gritted teeth, "Yeah... she's my runaway bride."

So, by dark, they should be here. “So, it will take like an hour,” Graham said. He led Reid to sit down and handed him a glass of water. He was being filmed at the same time being taken with photos. They massaged Reid’s shoulders. “Remember, this is not your wedding yet. You shouldn’t get nervous and get cold feet.” “What cold feet? I am worried that they are not here.” He grabbed Graham’s collar and then he pushed him and fixed his brother’s collar. “You had a good shirt.”

Graham is a badge of honor. ‘Wait, what? Mr. Graham has a friend?’ I almost raised an eyebrow but I quickly stopped myself. The man in front of me seemed so pleasant, with that warm and easy smile of his. And Mr. Graham? I can’t remember him smiling once ever since I started working for him. He only smirks evily. “Okay, sir,” I said, smiling back as I picked up the telecom and dialed my boss's line. “Hello, sir. One Mr. Nico Young is here to see you. He doesn’t have an appointment, but he says he’s your frie…”

“Well, if it isn’t the boss lady herself? I’m surprised to see you and the Jakobi fellow here at a promo party.” “Well Ms. Graham, I got an anonymous email informing me that my incredibly beautiful chief of marketing was down here doing a stellar job with the little Prime Theory fellow. Mentioned something about a possible deal from T-Mobile; I had to come check it out for myself.” I was definitely blushing at this point and I’m sure Serenity could see it. She only calls her employees by their last name when she’s impressed. “Why thank you Serenity and the anonymous caller. I told you we wouldn’t let you down.”

Graham is enjoying watching me struggle through the pain, not that I’m making a spectacle of myself, but I have to admit no amount of forced poison training can ever prepare you for being poisoned from the outside and the inside at the same time. “You are looking a little pale there, Liam.” Graham finally says. I find the strength to roll my eyes. “Fuck off,” I force out, and he grins. “Nah” he shakes his head. “I’d rather not.” I grimace as he pats me on the back roughly and a growl rumbles through my chest, which just seems to please Graham even more.

"We all saw the news. Mr. Graham is such a jerk. You're gorgeous! How could he cheat on you?" "Seriously, that's awful." "Stay strong, Ms. Whitley."

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t throw your entire career into the fire because you’re pissed.” The words slammed into me like ice water. Career. Always career. “What the hell do you expect me to do? Smile and nod while Isaac shoves an NDA in my face? While Anthony…” My voice broke on his name, and I hated that it did. “While Anthony just stands there like this is all part of some game plan?” I added. “This isn’t a game plan,” Graham said sharply. “This is your life. And if something happens out there, if he loses his sight mid-performance, if he screws up one lift or one spin, you’re not the only one going down with him. Do you get that?”

' Hugo gestured at Graham to continue. "You don't know when to quit." Graham sneered quietly and leaned forward, putting on his most ingratiating smile. "Ms. Stanton, it's me, Graham Golden. I hope I'm not interrupting. I just want to confirm if we're—" Ivana interrupted right away, "We're what? We're nothing. I don't even know who you are! Graham, who?" The whole room heard Ivana, and the air froze solid. Hugo's men looked at Graham. Graham was stunned. His eyes were the size of saucers, and his face spelled disbelief.

Elise suggested. “I—Um—what are you talking about?” Graham reacted. “Me, rich? I’m not rich, I just… do well for myself!” ‘I—um.” He frowned, thinking. “I work for—um—the military. Yeah, that’s it. That’s why I was sent here.” He gulped and added, “But not rich. Just okay.” Elise did not yet know his last name, but even then, Graham was hoping that, since Flareholm was remote, she would not necessarily know about the Wrights.

Morticia shrugged but who wouldn't come early for an event like this? Mr. Graham scoffed, “Yeah right. Whoever he is, he's obviously stalling.” He was here to make a good impression on the man and hope for a partnership one day. With Wilson's company’s influence and stocks, Graham's company could go back up to where it used to be. “ Did you hear the news, Mr. Wilson's message saying ‘ I hope you'll be there,’” Liam rolled his eyes. “I'll tell you this, he wants the attention. He knows everyone's gonna be here.”