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"Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough." - Pierre Augustin Caron de beaumarchais *** Raina Williams "Am I disturbing something ?" Angelo said clenching his jaw. I stepped back from Grayson. "No, actually I was just leaving but what do you want anyways?" Grayson said in a nonchalant tone making me sigh. "It's none of your God damn business just get out!" Angelo seemed pissed. "It is my business because I can see right through you..." Gray deadpanned, i wanted to laugh but this was serious and Gray was getting the wrong idea.

I groaned, a guttural sound that was luckily drowned out by the bass drop of a Calvin Harris song. “Don’t,” I warned, my hips bucking slightly against her hand. “If you keep touching me, Eliana, we are leaving. I don’t care about the bouquet. I don’t care about the exit photos. I will carry you out over my shoulder.” She smirked—a dangerous, siren smile. She gave one last squeeze, then pulled her hand away. “Patience is a virtue, Mr. Grayson,” she quoted my earlier words. “You are a brat,” I breathed, adjusting myself painfully. “And you are going to pay for that later.”

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.”

~Nella~ I hadn’t done anything wrong by embracing my old friend, Lucas. Yet, the intensity of Gray’s gaze as he opened the door left me feeling unexpectedly uneasy. “Hi, Gray,” I said, my voice tinged with surprise as I noticed him standing there. He didn’t respond immediately but flashed a peculiar smile, one I couldn’t quite place. “I’ll be right back. I need to take this call,” Payson announced, breaking the tension as she walked outside. Suddenly, the atmosphere felt charged, with an ex and a current boyfriend now in the same room.

"Nathan Grayson, in this life or any other, I never want to cross paths with you again. Not even in death." My soul faded, slowly, until there was nothing left.

Scarier than seeing a ghost: watching the ghost start undressing right in front of you. "Seen enough?" "No I mean, YES, that's plenty!" Isla, flustered, nearly said the opposite by accident. "If you haven't seen enough, feel free to keep watching," Grayson said, unzipping his pants regardless. Isla: !!!

“If you have something to say, you could just say it.” Grayson didn’t reply immediately, but she heard the soft rustle of fabric as he crossed the room. He stopped just behind her chair, the warmth of his presence sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. “I don’t need to say anything,” he finally murmured. Sienna closed the book and turned, meeting his gaze head-on. There was something unreadable in his expression, something tight in his jaw. “Then why do you keep watching me?” Grayson’s lips parted slightly as if he was about to answer, but then he shook his head, stepping back. “Get some rest,” he said instead, his voice quieter this time. Then he turned and walked away.

Declan Grayson hated hearsay, and they all knew it. “Is there no drug for your incompetence? Why the fu*k are you giving me speculations?” … To be continued…

My head is resting on Grayson's chest,we are both naked and enjoying the aftermath of what happened some minutes ago. His hands circles my bare back and I draw some heart shapes on his chest. There is a comfortable silence between us and I love it. Nobody is talking just enjoying the silence. " Do you think Bryanna will ever get well?" Grayson says breaking the comfortable silence between us. For some reason I get annoyed,like is he for real. We just had sex and the first thing he speaks about is his ex wi...I mean wife.

A young reporter could not bear to watch him like this, so in a cautious attempt, she whispered, “Mr. Ford, I’m truly sorry for your loss, but Ms. Gray is dead.” “Who said that she’s dead!?” Alarmed, he tightened his arms around her body as he refused to let anyone take her away from him. “She’s not dead!” “She’ll live forever in my heart...” Shannon, I can still picture you alive, smiling your brightest smiles. I can picture us together, living our best lives in our happily-ever-after. Shannon, would you please stay if I wanted you to?