Grayson slowly moves his hand on Kian's neck and opens the first buttons of his shirt, exposing the bruises that his ex-boyfriend left yesterday night. He frowns and pulls Kian toward him before he captures his lips. Grayson's hand slightly chokes his neck, sucking the breath out of his mouth. Kian
Grayson grips on his waist and starts moving. His movements are slow at first as he wants his partner to feel the satisfaction growing. He loves to watch Kian's reaction. Last time he couldn't see his face well as it was dark in the street. Now he can see him, and he's thankful because Kian is the m
"Grayson, sir," Tyler finds the head of the bodyguards smoking outside in the garden. "The target replied," "Did he?" Grayson scoffs and put out his cigarette in the ashtray, "Let's have some fun. Shall we?" both bodyguards head inside the mansion and take the stairs to the basement. They enter the
"Closer," Grayson ends the call and shares a look with Tyler, "What could he mean by that?" "It might be someone we know," replies Tyler, "Have we met someone suspicious lately?" "I don't believe so," Grayson sighs and looks around, "Get me the list of bodyguards," he orders one of the subordinate
"I suppose so," Eden shrugs, "I myself am still confused. But really, sir, you're just wasting your time with me. I have nothing to do with those attacks. Hell, I even took a bullet," he points at his scarring wound. "Isn't that enough proof?" Grayson sighs and runs his fingers in his black hair, "
People are looking at Henry and Tyler as they are the only suited men waiting at the airport — and it's a hot day. They hurried outside once they received a call this morning. They were not expecting such an arrival today. "Does the Young Master know?" Tyler asks Henry, who shakes his head, "I don
The car leaves the airport area, and Kate turns on her phone to text all her friends that she's back home. She hasn't seen them for years as she's been travelling full-time since she graduated from university. Kate doesn't see herself in a nine to five job or in an office. She prefers to invest her
"No," Harvey clears his throat and rubs his chin, "Not yet," Kate scoffs and looks at him with surprise, "No way! Is Mr Harvey Clarke, the king of seduction, struggling?" she starts laughing, "This guy must be special." "Yeah, kind of," Harvey sighs, "Anyway, don't touch him," "Okay, okay!" Kate