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Can you walk? "Do I look like I can." I roll my eyes, the pain in my ankle very uncomfortable. "It's a question." He snorts. "Well that was also a answer." "I should just leave you here." "Please do." "Okay." "Goodness,don't you dear Grayson, I will kill you." I will sure do. "You can try." (Yeah ....this is it,just one more for today and i'd keep my promise.lets do this babies.am going to spend some of my sleeping time to put up the last chapter.so please rate and comment.Love yal. Adios.)

Chapter 2 Willow’s POV “You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice cracking as I stood there in the empty station with my heart pounding against my ribs. My hands still tingled where the cuffs had been and my pussy was already slick from the way Grayson had looked at me when he told me to strip. I crossed my arms tight over my chest trying to hide how hard my nipples were but his eyes went straight there anyway. Grayson leaned against the wall with his arms folded, that uniform shirt stretched across his broad chest. “Dead serious, Willow. Skirt and top off.

Grayson’s eyes, Jackson was only asleep. “I know she’s talking nonsense. How can I not love you? If I didn’t love you, would I have chatted with you for so long when we first met, talking about dreams and the future? If I didn’t love you, why, after we got married, have I never seen you dally with any other woman? In my life, there was only you, wasn’t there?” Mrs. Grayson said. Seeing Mrs. Grayson muttering to herself in front of the corpse, Lalisa was about to leave, but suddenly Mrs. Grayson took a step back, her eyes looking mournful as she leaned against the coffin. “Alright, alright, don’t deceive me anymore.”

Lennon's knees nearly gave out when Grayson leaned in, just enough that his next words brushed the shell of Lennon's ear. “Run along now, Mr. Kessler. I wouldn't want to get in the way of your debaucheries.” Lennon made a strangled sound. Grayson pulled back, expression cool and composed, as if he hadn't just set the entire room on fire. He gathered his laptop, slid it into a leather satchel and started for the door.

It had been a long time since Grayson had found joy or wonder in anything. Grayson placed the book back into its spot on the shelf. The time for games and reminiscing was through. Summer had ended in more ways than one. He threw back his head to swallow down the pill from the bottle in his suit jacket. He chased it with a sip of scotch. He placed himself in the chair once more, this time with the girl’s file in his lap. He read over the contents again. It helped to be prepared. This time he would not be blindsided. He knew everything there was to know about his next surrogate. This time there would be no mistakes.

and I will be the one who rule on them and everyone but I became blind when I got all attention , power , everything and started to lose my senity and end up becoming a shit . End of flashback. Grayson also looked at me and gulped his drink down from his throat . " Thanks and sorry " he said at the same time ... while squeezing my left shoulder he went out .. I stood on my shaking foot and went in one of my hotel room .. And slept in it while crying for Amoli .. . . . . .

Isla Walker The mansion felt colder after his grandfather left. Grayson sat with me until the morning light slipped through the sheer curtains, neither of us sleeping. I kept watching him, waiting for the moment he’d flinch or fold. He didn’t. But I was folding. On the inside, I was dead “Grayson,” I said softly, my fingers curled around his wrist. “You should take the deal.” His head snapped toward me like I’d slapped him. “I’m serious,” I whispered. “You have too much to lose. I’m just—”

“Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” “No?” Grayson looks genuinely puzzled for a second before a teasing smirk curls his lips. “But plenty of women have told me what a catch I am. Why? Don’t you agree?” God, he’s so full of himself. Of course, he’s Theo’s friend. I roll my eyes and turn away from Harvey. He’s busy anyway—probably didn’t even notice me. “I could use some water.” “Well, then, here you are.” Within seconds, a glass of water appears in front of me, courtesy of Grayson, who’s way too quick for his own good.

I felt a sudden dampness on my face. Tears. I was crying. Then Eliza's phone buzzed in her hand. A message flashed on the screen. Her face went pale, lips trembling. "What's wrong?" Greyson asked, reaching for her phone. The screen was filled with messages sent from my number, each one a vicious insult directed at her: [You pathetic slut. Hope you and your little bastard get run over by a car.] [You don't deserve to live happy.] [Give Greyson back to me!]

he noted. “I was not giving up. I was wounded,” I responded defiantly. “And yet, here you are healthy as can be,” he stated. “How was it a dream? And how were you there?” I questioned. “Jessica, start thinking. You need to be on top of your game when the shit hits the fan,” Grayson commented finishing his sandwich in a couple of bites.