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Grayson suggests "Oh please so that you take your one and only chance to bitch slap me. Please no. I am pretty sure l am awake right now." "Wow hungover already gone." I ask "Thanks to your yelling my head is in hell." We give her about 10 seconds for her to comprehend the hell that just happened. Grayson was on the other hand showing his countdown. "Action." He whispers to me /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/

“Wow. Gray really went all out with the color palette—beige and black. Bold choices.” Theo plopped down on a couch. “At least he’s consistent.” “So if we rearranged his books alphabetically,” Nate said, tracing his finger along the spine of Grayson’s books. “would that drive him insane or just mildly irritate him?” “Normally, it would drive him insane,” I said. “But it’s you guys so he’ll just be mildly irritated.” “But would mildly irritated multiplied by two push him to full-blown insanity?” Josh asked. Before I could answer, he flipped Grayson’s pen holder upside down.

" Lance had just finished speaking when he suffered a slap to the back of his head. Raising an eyebrow, Tristan reprimanded him. "What are you focusing on? If you keep looking at her, Grayson will gouge your eyes out and kick them around like a ball! Also, shouldn't you be concerned about Grayson's health instead? "What's with you, Grayson? I thought someone like you would've done it at least seven times a night so that Walts can't even get out of bed. "But in the end, Walts can still happily skip and run to Page Residence to visit Mr. Page Senior. Say, are you lacking somehow?"

Zara's POV “I can’t kill anyone,” Grayson whispered, voice small in the cramped car. I laughed. “We’re not killing anyone,” I said, each word measured, cold. “In fact, I know Cassian too well. We’ll make sure you're protected once you've done what I want.” His face went white. “He didn’t give me anything. He said he’d hand it to me during the event.” “Perfect.” I didn’t bother to sound relieved. “Give me your account details.”

Grayson: So now, we're sitting in Prince Gabriel's room. "Hey, wanna play 20 questions?" He asks me. "Ok fine, I start. What's your wifi password?" I ask, pulling out my phone. He sighs and takes his phone out. After scrolling through some stuff, he says: "C43 98S MW1," He replies. "Ok my turn. Can you tell me your name?" He asks. "Yes I can. My turn, how old are you, like, 30?" I ask, smirking. He glares at me.

Grayson muttered as he certainly wasn't in the mood for an argument, time and time again she was proving to be a draining factor in his life—nagging him incessantly about the most flimsy things. ‘I don't care if she's your Assistant Gray. That was a gift!!'. ‘I don't like chocolates!', he finally fired' back, ‘If you actually took your time to remember then you'd know I hate chocolates more than anything!!'. ‘You could've kept it!!'. ‘Charisse enough!!', he yelled, ‘I've had a long day at work and all I want right now is to have a cold shower, some good food and a good night's rest!! is that so much too ask for?!'.

“I’ve never seen a dead body before, I’m just curious.” Greyson was by the foot of the steps, heat in his eyes, clenched jaw with balled fist. He tilted his head and said, “If you’re worried about him, say it, Sienna.” He took the steps, one by one, coming up. “And if you’re sad, in pain, hurting, say it Sienna.” The last words made the lump in my throat burn. I could barely breathe. “Do not be nonchalant about your feelings.”

And once again employing willpower to keep from announcing I’m the king and therefore I can arrive anytime I so choose, no matter how late I happen to be, and take her straight to the bedroom. From the flash of desire in her glimmering irises, I can see she’s contemplating the same thing. But then Grayson goes and discreetly clears his throat, the way he’s prone to do when I’m lost in Bailey and need to be reminded there’s somewhere we ought to be. I sigh. Dejectedly. She smiles, knowingly. And murmurs, “So I’m not the only one.” “Not by half.”

Coward. I didn’t hesitate. With a roar, I slammed my shoulder into the heavy wood. It cracked off its hinges and burst open with a satisfying crash. Papers flew, books tumbled from shelves, and Grayson, seated behind his polished desk, looked up with the calm arrogance of a man who thought he still had the upper hand. “Ah,” he said, slowly rising, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt like we were about to have a damn business meeting. “The little pup finally finds his bite.”

Human manners! “We have to come up with a plan for trying, without him,” Quinn said, matter of fact. I scoffed loudly. “Well you’re the smart ones I’m just the blood sucking whore who likes a good time,” I said, feeling the smooth fabric against my skin. All the better to feel it when you have nothing else on underneath. Hmm, I hope she knows I’m keeping this dress. “You’re far more than that love, fabulous fighter first then an amazing fuck. Though I do enjoy the two together,” Grayson said, eyeing me wildly as if no one else was in the room. I winked at him. Yes! YES!